Tyler Simms (baby_boy) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-08-22 00:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 08, lizzy miles, tyler simms |
RP: Not ready for this
Characters: Tyler, Lizzy
Time/Date: Night, August 21
Location: the pool
Warnings/Rating: None?
Summary: Tyler contemplates and tries to deal
Status: complete
Tyler knew he should have gone down to help with the clean-up. He knew he should have done more. Stepped up somehow. He was just ... very deeply in shock just then. He hadn't witnessed a death, no, but he'd moved a body. He'd moved Susan. Susan's body. She'd been naked, and bloody, and torn up, and she hardly looked like Susan, but she was - had been - Susan.
He'd put her in one of the rooms so she didn't get any more messed up (though he supposed the reavers weren't interested in someone already dead), and he'd gone on to try to help people fight.
All he could think about though, was Susan. Dead Susan, who'd watched movies with him, who he'd taught how to play video games. Susan who was so serious but occasionally sprang a surprise joke on them. Susan ... who was dead now. She'd never exactly been part of their 'command trio' or whatever it was, but they'd hung out a lot.
And now she was gone.
It was so crazy to think about. That people could be brought here and killed. He wondered if their captors were going to unleash anything else like the reavers any time soon. If people would be sent home before that. If anyone could be guaranteed any sort of safety. He really didn't think there were any guarantees here.
Perched on the diving board, shoes dangling above the water, Tyler stared up toward the night sky - or whatever passed for it. It wasn't real; they'd figured out that much earlier, when Lily had been convinced she was going to be a werewolf. The moon didn't have a pattern here, and Tyler wondered if that was part of the experiment or if they just did that for fun.
Then he wondered if there was a difference.
Leaning back, he laid down on the diving board and knew he should go inside, go to bed, but right now ... he just wanted to forget. To feel what passed for a night breeze, tot watch what passed for stars, and to pretend he was home.