Alec Sage (fadedmemory) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-08-30 23:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 08, edward cullen |
RP: Sparkling Mango Tree
Characters: Edward
Time/Date: August 30, evening
Location: Outside the hotel
Warnings/Rating: Likely PG, but TBD
Summary: Edward sulks under a sparkly mango tree
Status: Closed
He was slowly adjusting to the fact that they could actually exist here, without dying, if they were really careful and worked together. It was not an easy thought to come to for one so pessimistic as he, as Alice put it, but it was true that those who died - with the unfortunate exception of Susan - had perished because of foolish choices they had made.
So long as safe rooms were constructed, and they used them, it seemed that they could survive this place. At least for now. Until the scientists found some way to force them out of their respective safe rooms. But he supposed he would worry about that as it came up. It infuriated him there was not more he could do, particularly in the fragile state that he was in. He was - when you got right down to it - only marginally better off than his beloved.
On the heels of that thought, he was reminded of his conflict on the subject of Jasper being present in the world now. Alice, predictably, had been overjoyed at the prospect, and for that Edward was grateful, because she really hadn't been doing well without him - but at the same time, he could not help the jealousy that hid just below the surface that Alice didn't have to go through the whole process of... meeting Jasper again, for the first time. Of having to struggle with feelings of keeping her distance while at the same time just wanting to slip back into a familiar role as lover. He was a bit bitter.
He also thought Jasper exhibited a bit too much amusement at his suffering. But perhaps he was reading into that, since he'd been expecting it. His obsession with the human girl had always been the butt of the family jokes, after all.
But even with all of that to keep him preoccupied, he didn't think any of it was as bad as what he saw on the television when he turned it on this morning.
He'd been curious, having seen the post from Jayne, as to what sort of programing had been made available - call it a desire to watch the trainwreck. He'd been horrified by it, of course - the awareness that this place was inhabited mostly by people who were barely old enough to be watching this sort of material (and a lot who weren't) ever present in his mind - but he'd scrolled through nonetheless.
And then he'd stumbled upon a part of the guide that had his name on it. And clicked it.
He remembered the night that had been featured like it was yesterday. The way the blood tasted in his mouth as he killed, the fear in the eyes of those he chose to allow to live... the reasons behind his attacking were faded now - had he been rescuing a damsel in distress? Saving a bank or a store from being robbed? - though he supposed the reasons behind it weren't really important now.
The fact was there was now footage that completely exposed him as the monster he was, circling on every television in the hotel.
He wondered if Bella had seen it. Did he want her to? He was conflicted on that too. On the one had, she deserved to know of his true evils. On the other... it would set them back so far in their 'relationship', he didn't think they'd be able to recover. And perhaps that was a good thing - he was a monster, after all - but...
He was grateful, at least, that there was no footage of their honeymoon that he'd been able to find. He was... desperately trying to ignore the small voice of doubt in his mind that wondered if that was really a good thing, though, or if there hadn't been any footage to find.
He'd needed some time alone, so he'd slipped outside the hotel to wander the streets a bit, trying to collect his thoughts. And to not give anyone who might be watching his monstrous deed a visual comparison. There was... still a slight hope, if he stayed out of sight for a bit, that no one would make the connection. At least... that was the hope he was clinging to.