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 Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 5:52 pm
Jake smirked.
"Really? You sure look like a kid to me. And nice to know, squirt. The feeling's mutual."
That's right, it was a lot easier to deal with things when you didn't think of it on an emotional level.
He watched as Gale turned.
"My my, are you showing concern?"
He shrugged.
"I'll go as far as I can go. At least as a hunter, you have a chance to fight back... which is more than what I can say for those who forget that fact."
Was he hinting at something? Maybe.
Was he going to stop being an a**? Probably not.kurotomato My mean meter is dying. ._.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 7:12 pm
He stopped walking, but didn't turn around.
"I don't know what life you lived for that to have been considered concern, but don't think of it as such. Think of it as a warning."
Gale slowly pivoted, his eyes locking with Jake's, and again it was calm, showing neither anger, nor sadness, but a numbness, an emotionless mask.
"There are plenty of people like you on this island already," he said. "People who act as though they haven't a care in the world, people who fill their minds with meanness and dislike and disgust for those around them because it's easier to pretend that you don't care, easier to pretend as though you're above it all."
He gave a half shrug, one shoulder rising and falling.
"But you're all the same. You hide behind these masks because you're cowards, because you're too busy pretending you're a prat because you think it makes you look stronger, or better, or wiser. But you're all the same. You're all just too weak to actually face what's right in front of you. Bravery isn't acting like you don't care. Bravery is showing that you care and doing something about it."
He did not care anymore. Gale shook his head once, almost sadly, and turned away.
"I'm sure you'll call me names and pretend that you still don't care," he said, walking away with his hands deep in the pockets of his pants. "I'm used to it. I've been here for almost two years now. I've heard every name in the book and then some. Calling me names won't get me riled up, and pretending that you don't care won't get you anywhere."
His heart ached. There was a hole that could not be filled, that would never be filled so long as the grave marked Ferdinand "Bix" Wilkins, Jr. remained on the island.
"Because you do care, you're just too afraid to show it,"
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 7:53 pm
Ohoho, a warning?
Jake sensed a fight.
He almost snickered at the word "meanness". Was that even a word?
But despite that, every single one of Gale's words hit home.
The boy had been nothing but utterly right.
He WAS afraid. He WAS a coward.
He hadn't been able to protect what was important. He had failed miserably.
Because of that, he shut himself off from the world, refusing to get close to anyone, refusing anyone from getting close to him.
Despite him calling Gale a kid, he too wasn't that much older. He too was still just "a kid".
"That may be so, but tell me this. How many times are you willing to let yourself get hurt? Each tie you make will only end up getting severed down the road. The longer you know them, the longer you let yourself get attached, is just asking for even more pain in the end. Each friend you make is only another person you weren't able to save. Tell me... are you able to shoulder all of that burden?"kurotomato Whelp, sorry. HAVE SOME FEELS.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 8:49 pm
He stopped again, closed his eyes, and inhaled. The cool afternoon air filled his lungs, reminded him that the world around him was still moving, still going on, without the one person who had always been at his side.
He wondered why it kept going when it so obviously should have stopped by now.
When he turned to look at Jake, there was, surprisingly, a small smile on his face. It was not a real smile, not a happy smile, but a bittersweet one, filled with sadness and a pain that would never fully go away.
"I've been shouldering that burden for a long time," he said simply. "It's nothing new. I learned my lesson a long time ago."
A flash of red hair, an easy smile -
"If there is anything worth living for, it's for the ones who died who meant something to us. It's for the ones who didn't have the same chance as I did."
It's for you, Leslie. And you, Bix, and Ceres, and Ben -
"I would willing shoulder all of this if it means that they meant something worthwhile to me in the end."
He gave a shrug again, looking up at the bright blue sky overhead.
"But then...that's just how I am, I guess."[A.V.] IT'S OK I LOVE ME SOME FEELS :9
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 6:41 pm
As Gale spoke, he seemed to look a lot less younger.
Just... how OLD was this kid?
Jake didn't understand. If he knew all this... then why? Why was he still trying? He was living... in memory of those who died?
Even though he was a hunter, Gale was still just a kid in his eyes, probably no older than he. But now... he was starting to wonder. Who REALLY was the kid here?
He hadn't been here long, hadn't made any real connections, and so, the deaths didn't really affect him. He never knew them, so why would he be sad? It didn't matter. He wasn't sure what Gale's relationship with the deceased hunters were, but even to him... if he HAD known those hunters, if he had... become friends with them... would he still have the will to continue on? He wasn't sure. He had already been hurt in the past. He didn't want to get hurt again... so wasn't it easier to not form ties?
... No. That wasn't it. It was because he didn't want others to get hurt BECAUSE of him, especially those he cared for... so it was just easier to not care, to act like you hated them, like they didn't matter to you... to treat them like dirt. If anything, he hated himself. He was weak. It was because he wasn't strong enough, he couldn't protect anything. So it was just easier not to have anyone depend on him... or have to depend on anyone. That was the way it was. The way he would continue to live.
"I guess... it's probably something I won't really understand... nor try to."
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 7:45 pm
He smiled a little, still bittersweet, still full of the pain and the weight of everyone who had gone on before him and took an involuntary step backwards, tilting his head back to look briefly up at the sky above him. For a moment he just stood there, gold eyes tracing the lines of the clouds and the fog and the mountains, and then he slowly lowered his head and looked back at the trainee.
"For your sake, Jake," he said quietly. "I hope that you do."
And then he gave the other hunter a small nod, turned, and made his way back to the town where his little empty house lay.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 8:31 pm
Jake watched as Gale walked off.
Under normal circumstances, he would of stopped him, probably attempted to punch him some more, ANYTHING to rile him up, rather than talk about FEELINGS. But at the moment, there wasn't anything he could do. Everyone weaponless, death lingering in the air, even HE wasn't really in the mood to cause trouble... or well, more trouble.
So instead, he just ended up shoving his hands in his pocket and started heading back to his room. For his sake? He wasn't sure anymore. What was that kid fighting for? What was HE fighting for?
He didn't know anymore.kurotomato I think that wraps this up? :> THIS RP. TOO MANY FEELS flsdkfjslkd /sob
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