11/21 Assumption - Walter (11121assumption) wrote in edgewoodstate, @ 2008-03-16 13:17:00 |
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Current location: | Rec Room |
Current mood: | stressed |
Current music: | Alive -- Ima Robot |
Entry tags: | henry townshend, walter sullivan |
Who: Walter Sullivan and OPEN (perferably Henry, but anyone's welcomed.)
What: Valtiel and Walter talk. :it's all mental, so..:
Where: Rec Room
When: Early morning-ish. Today.
Walter Sullivan seemed to float acroos the thresholds like a ghost or, to be a little more fair, machine. He had drifted away from his room (a nurse and a different doctor was searching them for some unknown reason that he didn't feel too inclined to ask), and slunk around the wakening hallways, avoiding people as much as he possibly could until he reached the showers, and took a long, PROPER one. He checked the top part of his feet, where his numbers were carved into him by someone, perhaps himself at some time or another. Walter frowned slightly as he discovered that they were still there, yet fairly invisible to untrained eyes. However, he soon turned his gaze away to continue vigorously scrubbing his head to try to free the filfth and oil from his blonde locks.
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He took a little extra time to finish dressing, as he looked at himself in the mirror, staring at himself with his intense, yet tranquil milky-green eyes. He had never really noticed that look before, and he wondered, vaguely, if he had always had that type of stare. To be honest, it frightened him a little bit, not to mention that far away look to them, as if he was looking right through himself.
Walter shuddered, and put on the old blue coat, the smells echoing the memories of death and bitterness... and familiarity. He knew it wasn't the comfort he needed, but it was the only one that was remotely familiar. He couldn't see Henry -- Walter knew that he might wind up killing him at any time if the demon comes out if they bumped into each other on accident.
It was around breakfast now, and Walter decided to take a longer route to pass the cafeteria, since he thought it might be crowded. He hoped the recreation room would be empty, because he'd have a long talk with someone that no one else could see but himself.
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Walter, the visible one, stood by a large window close to the door, watching the other pace the floor on the other side of the room in the more darker areas, like a cat stalking a mouse. "You almost took him there."
The other Walter just smiled. "He won't shut up about saving you, fool."
"Maybe I want to be saved." Walter huffed, glaring at the other with a feral expression. "What you did wasn't... what I wanted."
"What do You want?" Invisible!Walter asked in a mockingly innocent tone that ended in a light smirk.
"I-I -- That's not fair." He replied, caught off-gaurd by the other's question.
"Nothing is fair. You ought to know this truth by now."
"That still doesn't mean you can hurt them!" A pleading tone betrayed his real feelings, and he knew Valtiel would not let him go easily.
"Ha! Does this mean you're masochistic? Or a sadist?" The other Walter couldn't stop itself from laughing.
He turned his head sharply, as if struck by a fist. "I am not!" He growled, as soon as he recovered, of course.
"So, you care for them, the ones that hurt you? Decieved --"
"They haven't decieved me!"
"Says the child." the demon smiled once more, a look of utter glee etched in his features.
"Shut up. I don't want to hurt them any more, or anyone else."
"You can't go against your nature, little Walter." The much colder, uch more frightening Walter came closer to the real one, in measured strides until he was directly in front of the slightly trembling fellow. "Just as much as a lepeord cannot change his spots, neither can you, and neither can I. You WILL make sure Mother is recreated, and I will seperate from you; there fore, you will be freed."
"But, that means that Henry will --" Walter cut himself off as he took that ragged, yet fairly well-cared for doll that Ms. Galvin had given him all those years ago.
"Yes. He will die. His fate has been sealed, like yours."
"But I don't want to kill hi--" Footsteps suddenly made the man aware that he wouldn't be alone much longer, and he jerked back from the doorways, and turned his head to the place where he thought the demon had been, but he had left Walter's presence. So, the man gripped the doll instinctively, and backed up a little bit to sit down in a chair on the back wall by the rows of windows. He began to look at the doll, but glanced at the doorways of the room he was in.