Jacob 'Monster Catnip' Sloper (lopingsloper) wrote in cultureic, @ 2015-12-25 14:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | jacob sloper |
WHO: The Sloper Family
WHAT: Jacob makes his excuses before the moon rises.
WHEN: December 25th, 2015, before sunset.
WHERE: The Sloper family home, then an abandoned coal mine.
WARNINGS: Angst?
Shrugging on his jacket and reaching for his scarf, Jacob sighed, "Mum, leave it, please." "I won't!" Maria Sloper followed behind him as he made his way back into the dining room to say his goodbyes, "You've worked for that department for years now, the least they could bloody do is give you Christmas off." "You know they can't," Jacob replied, pressing a kiss to his sister-in-law's head, "Have a good one for me, yeah?" Gemma laughed quietly and reached up to squeeze his hand, casting a wry glance at her husband, "I'll try, but he's already gotten into the chocolates. Too much sugar. You're lucky to be getting away now, really." Making a noise of mock outrage, Terry tossed a Christmas cracker their way, laughing when it hit Jacob square in the shoulder, and then even louder when Jacob flipped him off. Maria quickly intervened and slapped her son's hand down, "None of that, it's Christmas. And they can give you the night off, they do it all the time, we may not be one of the more important families, but--" "Mum." Jacob warned, heading out into the hallway again. "You've given them over twenty years of your life, you're owed--" "Mum." He repeated, his tone sharpening. "And god only knows what's going to happen tonight, I read--" "For fuck's sake, mum! Leave it!" He roared, rage pouring out of him as he wheeled around on her. He immediately felt like shit when he saw her shocked, stricken expression, sighing, "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, but I have to go. I just-- I have to, alright?" And with that, he turned and went through the front door, out into the cold afternoon air. He tried to take comfort in the routine, to focus only on that. Magic the lift to life, down the shaft, strip down, and stash his clothes and wand. But he'd been too cautious, set off too early and given himself too much time before sunset. He could barely feel the first hints of the change coming, so all he could do was wait. Padding back and forth in the darkness, shivering against the cold that cut through him, it was impossible not to give into his thoughts. To the pathetic self-pity running through his head. That he had to be stuck down here, cold, alone, and scared, bracing himself for the world of pain that was to come. That this was his life. That this would always be his life, for however long it lasted until he was caught. Overcome, he dropped into a crouch as the first sob racked his body, so sharp and ragged that he had to steady himself with one hand against the ground, shaking with it as he found it impossible to hold the tears back. Hearing his cries echo off the rock walls, he felt almost feral, giving in to the sorrow and the loneliness. Merry fucking Christmas. |