April Nichols (lostlittlelamb) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2013-02-06 00:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2013 [02] february, april, lucas |
WHO: April & Lucas
WHEN: February 6th, 2020 :: Mid-day
WHAT: April and Lucas partake in mayhem.
WHERE: Semi-abandoned section of the compound.
RATING: Medium, maybe?
CHALLENGE: Wrath vs. Kindness
Unbalanced and wrong, that’s what the last week had felt like to April. Ever since the fight that hadn’t really been resolved she had felt off kilter, unable to figure out how to fix that feeling. Then everyone’s world became just as unbalanced as hers with the reappearance of David Zimmerman – who apparently wasn’t nearly as dead as everyone thought he had been. We shouldn’t have assumed. Was the thought that always popped into her head. Now people were out for blood. An eye for an eye. Yet she didn’t feel the same kind of raging desire to seek revenge like so many others did. Those people needed to pay for what they had done, but the ‘how’ of it was what caught her up. I won’t argue it, though. It wasn’t her decision to make. She didn’t want it to be her decision, no, she was happy to leave it up to those more equipped to survey the situation and make a clear headed judgment. Amongst all of this it was impossible for her to ignore the sheer fact that something had been bothering Lucas. He hadn’t voiced any displeasure with things, but she knew something was wrong. Reading Luke was almost as easy for her as ready a book, but she didn’t push for words, didn’t need and explanation of what was troubling him. He’ll tell me if he wants to. That had always been their way, no pushing, just the understand that words would be spoken when the other was prepared to speak them. Mayhem. That was her solution for the moment, an outlet to release the barely contained rage she could see just under the surface. Wordlessly she had drug him out of the apartment, bee-lining for a section of the compound where nobody would notice or even care what they were doing. The room – or series of rooms – were dank, cold and dark. The only sound was the soft thud of their footfalls echoing off of the concrete walls. Reminding April of a ghost town, or that space she had lived in before finding Luke. We should find James. As so often with her thoughts, that one sprang up on a routine basis. A mantra that played on a repeat in her mind. For now it would wait, but soon she would voice that thought aloud again. With wide blue eyes she glanced over at Lucas, a small smile, one that only appeared in moments like this, a mix of excitement and something unnameable gracing her features before she spoke. “Will this work?” She didn’t need to explain what it needed to work for, the way she had shoved his baseball bat into his hand back at the apartment was explanation enough. |