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notafuckingnut) wrote2012-04-12 08:20 am
notafuckingnut) wrote2012-04-12 08:20 am
[029] If I was a tree growing tall and green all I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves
[VIDEO - (accidental) public]
[He doesn't want to be here.
That's obvious enough to anyone, receiver or no. He said yes to get the angel off his case, to make him go away, and he's here so he won't come looking for him, but that doesn't mean he wants this. He doesn't understand why he needs to, what he could possibly get out of it, and so what if he said it would be Good for him, that it would Help; he doesn't care if he graduates. Not really, not right now anyway. Not if you can leave without it, not if people that are supposed to matter don't stick around. He's defeated, and miserable, and apathetic, and abandoned, and PISSED, all roiling together in an incomprehensible and disjointed mess, the whole thing colored with a sense of wrongness that creeps at the edges of awareness and slips away just out of reach under closer scrutiny, and he feels like he's going to split apart at the seams but he can't articulate WHY.]
Why do you need to work in a greenhouse anyway, doesn't it all just grow? It's not like you need to help it with that, it can do it on its own.
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[Knock knock on the greenhouse door; you're going to have to let him in.]
[A/N: Richie is completely affected because pshh sticking to the original plan, what's that? GIVE HIM YOUR FEELS.]
[He doesn't want to be here.
That's obvious enough to anyone, receiver or no. He said yes to get the angel off his case, to make him go away, and he's here so he won't come looking for him, but that doesn't mean he wants this. He doesn't understand why he needs to, what he could possibly get out of it, and so what if he said it would be Good for him, that it would Help; he doesn't care if he graduates. Not really, not right now anyway. Not if you can leave without it, not if people that are supposed to matter don't stick around. He's defeated, and miserable, and apathetic, and abandoned, and PISSED, all roiling together in an incomprehensible and disjointed mess, the whole thing colored with a sense of wrongness that creeps at the edges of awareness and slips away just out of reach under closer scrutiny, and he feels like he's going to split apart at the seams but he can't articulate WHY.]
Why do you need to work in a greenhouse anyway, doesn't it all just grow? It's not like you need to help it with that, it can do it on its own.
[SPAM for Castiel]
[Knock knock on the greenhouse door; you're going to have to let him in.]
[A/N: Richie is completely affected because pshh sticking to the original plan, what's that? GIVE HIM YOUR FEELS.]
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You can't control what he does. You have to adjust to him.
[He looks over his shoulder to Jim, studying him; at this point it's probably not safe to take his eyes off Richie for Jim's sake.]
Please cease.
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[Jim replies, shortly, and sharply. The irritation in his tone is evident, but still controlled, unlike the feelings of rage he's trying to feed. He focuses on past memories, on the worst days of his life, on unforgivable things, and he feeds his own anger until--
Until he's sick at himself for even bothering. Richie might be driven out of control by all of this, but only at the cost of Jim's own civility.]
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And then it's like hitting a brick wall. Helpless and sick and he stumbles back, confused, and the rest of it's still there but it's secondary. He glances from angel to the man behind him and back, and for a moment it looks like he's going to sock one or the both of them, but he just takes another step back.]
Fine. Whatever. I'm done, okay?
I'm done.
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Where would you like to go on the ship? I can take you there.
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Doesn't matter. Anywhere.
Not here.
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Are you all right?
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...What did you just do?
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Couldn't we have just walked? I would've been fine with that.
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We can walk next time. I figured you'd rather move quicker than that.
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[He starts pacing, back and forth across the small space, raising a hand absently to smooth his bangs.
No, wait. No pacing. Sit quietly and wait. So it's over to the bed, which he drops onto and just kind of watches the angel.
A moment or so of silence, then:]
So...do I get my pen back, or...?
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You can have it back, if you promise not to stab anyone with it. If you break your promise, I'll be very upset.
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[Because that makes it better, apparently.]
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[He's a little confused, now.]
Why would I tell you to call for me if I couldn't hear you? Do you think I won't come?
[Resolutely.]
I will.
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'Cause you think I won't do anything if I think you're listening.
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I'm not my Father, and I no longer possess the capability to observe you at every moment - at least, not without additional measures. I simply seek to protect you from the wrath of others, and to perhaps extract a lesson out of experiences in which you or others might come to harm.
I don't seek to judge you, Richie. I just want you and others to be safe.
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[And Cas is now treated to a heaping helping of paranoia and wariness.]
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[Sarcasm, although not as much as there could be.]
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