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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 12:35 am
"Don't say that, it won't even be alright. They'll just learn to keep living," mused Ignacio. ...Perhaps that wasn't the best thing to say. Still, now his mind was swirling. Had his parents found out? How had they reacted? What had they been told? They wouldn't take kindly to 'Your son died from being gassed by Jigsaw,' he was certain. The school would have a lawsuit on their asses if that had ever gotten out.
Most of Ignacio's personal belongings were probably burnt in the fire that Grayson said happened at the dorms, but he was sure he had some things at home, right? What had been done with those? Were they sold, put in a box, stuffed in a corner, left in perfect condition right where he had left them whenever the time was when he had last left home?
It was unnerving he could recall so little, but it was in Ignacio's nature to brush it off and, in this case at least, focus on more important matters (instead of just losing track completely). "Perhaps, if we keep looking, we can find our humanity again. And then you can see your family."
And perhaps Ignacio could see his.
Either way, he needed to get out of this sinking ship of a school. And unfortunately, since they were all here, it probably wasn't as simple as just strolling out the front door. Saw movies never worked like that, and since Saw was Ignacio's model for this environment, well...
"It'd be nice just to sit around and play video games again." Like Resident Evil 4. He could look at the game with a whole new perspective now. As his stomach continued to rumble, he couldn't help a vague chuckle. Now he knew what being a zombie was like. This wasn't something he wanted to put on his repeatable list of hobbies.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 5:44 pm
Though it wasn't the most sensitive thing to say, Grayson was oddly comforted by the sentiment from Ignacio. It was true that they wouldn't be all right, possibly wouldn't be all right for the rest of their lives. Grief, as he understood it, was a lifelong struggle, one that could go dormant for even years at a time and then resurface as strong as the day the loss was felt. He hoped that didn't happen to his family, but he supposed it would.
Still, in some small way, he was almost pleased by the thought. Did that make him a bad person? Perhaps. It was nice to think that he'd be missed so badly, that it would really damage someone's life if he were no longer in it, but he didn't want that damage to actually occur. More than anything, he wanted to go home to his family, enjoy a lazy day watching his brother play Tetris, listening to his parents pretend to bicker while they cooked dinner.
All that was so far beyond him now. If he'd had it in him, he might cry. Somehow, even that seemed to be more humanity than he could reach.
Smiling a little, he lifted his shoulders. "I was never one for the games much. I'd play with my brother on the fighting ones, but only if he wanted to. I watched him play Tetris a lot."
He was quiet a moment, remembering. "He's really good at Tetris."
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 9:57 pm
Tetris.
While it didn't seem like something an inattentive person like Ignacio would be interested in, he had always enjoyed strategy games. He particularly enjoyed mystery games, like Clue, or Whodunit stories, but those also appealed to his quick reasoning skills. Perhaps the same could be said for strategy games, and perhaps that was why his eyes were dancing after Grayson had brought up the topic.
"Tetris was always such a fun game. I loved the strategy that went into wearing down the rows so the blocks would never stack to the top. There was a time I was really good at that game." Now, not so much. Ignacio hadn't actually played Tetris in a while, and then he died, so he couldn't have played it at the arcade he wanted to head to at the time anyway.
...Too bad he hadn't just gone around Jigsaw and actually ended up at the arcade. That would have been a much more enjoyable day, and perhaps somehow he would have ended up transferred away or something. Maybe his parents would have saved him. Ignacio rubbed his chin in thought...
...Before he lost that train. Where was it going again? Oh right.
"Any good fighting games you used to play? The Virtua Fighter series is pretty fun... and Dead or Alive is just funny at this point."
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 6:05 pm
Talking about video games made him happy, but it also made him really sad at the same time. More often than not, he'd sat back and watched his brother play rather than participate himself, mostly because he wasn't very good at them and didn't want to spend the time learning to button-mash. How much time he had wasted, really... he could've spent hours on the couch, having the kind bonding moments he'd seen Tris experience with his friends from school, shouting and punching each other while they played some game together. It looked fun, especially in retrospect.
Actually, he and Tris hadn't done too much together. Between school and his fire spinning, they rarely saw each other, and when they did, it was generally at family functions. He loved his brother, loved him with just about everything that he had inside of him, and he couldn't even name a handful of things they'd done together.
Eying the ground, he watched his feet, barely registered that Ignacio had asked him a question. "Hm? Oh, Tris liked the Bloody Roar games. We played those. And, um, Mortal Kombat? Street Fighter, too."
He was lucky to remember the names. Sometimes, he expected characters to be in one game that weren't, and Tristan used to make fun of him for it.
He kind of wished Tristan was there to make fun of him just then, for anything, really.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 8:55 pm
"Mortal Kombat's a good old classic," mused Ignacio, nodding in approval of his brother's? his? choices in fighting video games. Too bad there was no electricity running to campus. All this talk of video games was making his tendencies to distraction beg him to go play some... and invite Grayson along; he looked like he needed a hig.
Ignacio wasn't sure if he should bother giving one, though, even if Grayson was the touchy-feely type. "But you know what I could really go for now?" So instead of giving said hug, he would just carry on in some other direction, perhaps holding the entire conversation on his own. "I would love to just read a Whodunit book, or sit back and watch a good comedy show. Or I'd love to be on the stage, offering my own brand of improv. Improvisation was always so much fun..."
And off Ignacio went on one of his winding tangents again. He still kept pace with Grayson and seemed to be talking to him, but his mind (and mouth) were bouncing from topic to topic so quickly it might've been hard to keep track of. But he eventually got back to some kind of point.
"...Sorry, talking a lot probably isn't helping, is it?"
No, talking was no real replacement to some kind of assurance it would be alright. Ignacio knew that. He wasn't stupid. "Perhaps we should focus on finding something to tide us over."
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 11:25 pm
"Talking helps, actually," Gray provided, smiling a bit. Maybe it hurt, but that was just proof that he loved his family, missed them. Wished he could see them again. Talking about that was the second best thing, really, because it helped him remember them.
His smile died on his face at the mention of food, and he glanced over, violet eyes worried. Given the cravings he was having... food seemed like a dangerous thing. Sure, he'd suggested they go find an animal or something, but he wondered if his new body would be content with that. He wasn't technically alive anymore, so that meant he was undead, didn't it? So he was probably going to want to eat humans. God, he didn't want to eat humans.
"Yeah..." He exhaled, wishing fervently that he could just have one of his normal cravings. That he could be satisfied with a hot dog. God, he wanted to want a hot dog.
Coming upon a door, he pushed through it, glancing around. There wasn't much to see, even now. "We'll see what we can find."
It remained unspoken, but the words were implied: Hopefully not a person.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 11:35 pm
So talking a lot had been helping? Perhaps he should have kept going then, instead of interrupting. Grayson seemed upset again, just when it looked like he was getting the man to somewhat of a cheerful state. That was no good. He couldn't have a upset ally, even if he had a perfectly good reason to be upset. That wouldn't get them anywhere.
Ignacio understood the unspoken words and so, instead of saying them, continued on with his conversation. "Alright, I'll keep going then. You were the one who did a lot of fire-spinning, right?" He would be the first to admit that he had never known Grayson well, but better late than never, right?
Plus, it kept their minds off things.
"If you were, the idea of fire-spinning... it's absolutely fascinating." At least, it was for now. Ignacio was infamous for his tendency to jump from hobby to hobby and from interest to interest, sometimes without much rhyme or reason. It was just his tendency, and a school that catered to all sorts of gifts must have been the perfect place for him.
Unfortunately for him, this didn't seem to be much of a school anymore. "The element of danger and beauty mixed together, it's such an interesting idea."
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