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 Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 10:06 am
christopher watts
I won't break you
I will not let you down
Open up again I believe in second chances
do not roll me this is for fun
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 10:28 am
Quote: bad moon rising--1700 wednesday may 18The time is 1700 hours, and a man has just turned into a ******** monster right before your eyes. Or rather, not before your eyes, but close enough that you probably could've seen him become a monster if something hadn't gotten in your way.
That's not the problem, though. The problem is the cordon of state police outside the library: who knows why. There are bleeding people in here, dead people, but until the scene is provably secure not one of the law enforcement personnel can enter. You could've left in the first rush of panic, but you didn't.
Why didn't you leave?
In all the Chaos, there was definitely an opportunity for Chris to slip away. To get out while he could, to keep himself safe and out of harms way and maybe get some help if it wasn't already coming. This was already a situation spiraling out of control, OAD written all over it, and Chris had already dealt with the house earlier and god who knows what. He was getting quite sick of it honestly, what with the fact he was either watching people die, getting injured, or in this wonderful occasion, both.
But, Chris knew, there were people to help. People that needed his help, people that Chris wanted to keep safe, people that couldn't handle this s**t as well as he could. He was practically built for this after all, what with his weird resistance to plants and being able to talk to them and whatever else this hellhole had gifted to him that he didn't know yet. There was Shiloh (and god had he wanted him to not be touched by this craziness, not yet) and Jeremiah and Algie and Autumn and Zac and everyone else. As much as he wanted to go home and pretend that this didn't happen, that it was all and awful dream that he'd wake up from, Chris was absolutely and resolutely staying.
It was the absolute very least he could do.[WC: 230]
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2016 5:18 pm
Quote: blood and guts--1830 wednesday may 18The time is 1830 hours, and the first of the casualties has arrived from the crew clearing hte upstairs. Oh, there have been civilians, two of them. There's been the woman now sitting near-catatonic near the stairs, cradling a bloody bundle and tended by a nursing student. But this one. This one is really ******** up, and the men and women tending him speak only in hushed whispers.
The police still haven't let you out.
How are you doing? Are you okay?
Chris was not having a good night. Which was the understatement of the century, but his mom had taught him to try and be vaguely positive and while she wasn't here he at least attempted to be half of a decent son. Filial piety and all that, ground into him over the years of parenting and time he'd spent back home in Korea.
Granted, he didn't think his mom would think positivity was the way to go when currently he had watched Thorne absolutely ******** collapse from injuries nearby, had a new set of sporting scratches across his face that would probably scar at least slightly, and had spent the better part of his night and was currently wrestling weres. But it was the concept and damn it Chris was going to try and stick to it, because it made dealing with this whole mess a lot better.
It didn't make it perfect, no, but he only needed better. Better was currently giving him enough willpower to keep an eye out for the weres, to keep an eye out for his students (who frankly were doing better than he thought but all he really wanted was to make sure they wouldn't disappear again), to just keep following Jeremiah. It kept him feeling... okay really. It was enough.
He was okay.[220]
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 4:20 pm
Quote: waiting--1830 wednesday may 18The police are slow to believe the efforts of the negotiating team. Insisting that help is required has no impact on the negotiator from the state troopers, and the CDC requires evidence of hypertrichosis before it'll clear the area from suspicion of being a biological attack site.
You're getting by, but how? What keeps your mind off things, if anything does?
It was easy to fall prey to fear, if he let himself. But Chris was stubborn and the house, the ******** house from Other Ashdown, it had taught him how to compartmentalize things. Put it away for later, analyze it when he had time to break down and copious amounts of vodka and or soju on hand. That didn't work for all of this though, didn't work for during the times he was fighting a were or trying to stop someone from bleeding to death or basically most of everything that was happening.
So he focused on the pain. Not what caused it, but just that it was there. What he would and could use when he got back to his house to fix it. There was salves he had made, there were plants in his mother's garden he could try, hell Chris had a whole notebook on what could be effective. It would hurt to make these, he knew, Autumn and him trying his own hand at magic had been a killer teacher. But he focused on that too, to keep his mind active and busy. It was easy background knowledge to run too, keep him going through what he knew by heart and trying to figure out what he didn't quite remember.
Garlic worked for bites, he might be able to apply it for use here. Witch Hazel for swelling and pain, St. John's Wart for the bruises, Thyme as an antiseptic and also for pain. Yarrow if they were still bleeding, but nothing he had was too heavy that it wouldn't stop. At least, he didn't think it wouldn't.
If he had the time to, Chris would just run through the plants and the pain. It kept him away from everything else.[295]
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 3:39 pm
Quote: victory 1--1930 wednesday may 18
Somehow, the police have been convinced that they are better served helping than waiting for news. There are paramedics swarming the first floor, people being carried away to ambulances and triaged in the concourse.
You survived.
How does that make you feel?
It was done. Chris stared blankly at the action going on around him, on the werewolves - moonwalkers? - being moved and the way that Jer was handling the police. The fact that the lady had wrapped it up and that it was all going to move on, clean up, just be another day with a freak event occurring.
For some reason it felt weird and yet.. reassuring at the same time. A blank sort of comfort, like that life would move on even if he had just seen this happen. Ashdown, for whatever reason, seemed to be both able of acquiring the weirdly supernatural and yet covering it up like it had never happened. It was comforting that those downstairs, who hadn't seen this, would mostly get out okay. A little freaked out, a little worried, a little changed but mostly okay. They would move on, even if Chris would be here still wondering if they had done the right thing.
If Michael would be okay. If he and Jamie and Shiloh and Thorne and Autumn and everyone, would be okay. If he would ever get to do something without this happening again, like a weird plague on his life.
But he survived to live another day and that was what mattered, he guessed. He could find out if what they did would be okay in the end and so Chris pushed it down, took a breath, and another.
He was alive.
[241]
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 3:40 pm
Quote: victory 2: finale-- 2000 wednesday may 18
Someday, the police, your family, someone will ask you: what ******** happened in there?
There will be news stories to direct them to, of course, but they're asking for different reasons. They want to see the look on your face. Record the facts. Hear the trembling in your voice.
What will you tell them?
There was only one person in his life who would really ask Chris what happened. His parents, as caring as they were, didn't want to think about their son in a situation like that. He would get concerned phone calls, an odd skype video call, and then a quiet move on as his parents accepted he was okay and that life would move on. He'd go back to class and teaching and while it was a bad experience, he would be fine in the end. Ashdown, if anything, was unlikely to have something like a shooter again.
Hyejin, however, was too damn nosy for her own good and also had a way to tell when Chris was lying.
He knew that he could brush her off for a few phone calls, but in the end Hyejin would ask and expect an answer. For all that Chris was a teacher and knew what to do here for the most part, Hyejin was something he didn't know how to approach. Should he drag her in? Leave her out? No matter the outcome, he knew she'd trusted and believe in him. It was just a matter of how much he wanted to trust her, to harm her if he told her. That was the hard part.
But even with it all, she was still the bigger sibling. She would be able to handle it and Chris, with all his worries, knew she'd leave it alone if he asked. Stay where she was, let him handle it. She was good at that and so, he decided quietly, if she asked he would give her the truth. He could do that.
[274]
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