Tristan Joseph Moore (not_an_orphan) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-10-20 07:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 10, tristan moore |
RP: When Disaster Strikes
Characters: Tris
Time/Date: morning, after the video, October 20
Location: old!island, roof
Warnings/Rating: angst!!
Summary: Tris freaks
Status: Closed
Tristan stared at the black screen and he very nearly hit the button to play the video again but thought better of it. He'd seen it all just fine the first time. People, torn up. When the camera had panned over the bodies, he'd seen ... Hugo. Just his hair, really, but ... the entire island was dead? A victim of mistaken bear attack?
It was bullshit. It had to be ... they couldn't really have ...
He ran his hand over his mouth and tried not to think about the other implications. Sure, great, they'd move them to the island that weekend, but there was a moon before that, and he had no potion. He didn't think his wolf-self was going to be smart enough to ignore the line if they were outside, and he wasn't sure there was a room here that could hold them. Maybe ... hell, maybe the lottery room. Why not, right? LilyLuna could probably manage a set of wards to keep them in, and they ...
Right, would tear each other up. Better to be in separate rooms. Maybe next door to each other. Or with a room between them. Or something.
He felt his gut clench uncomfortably. Ever since his first shift ... he'd always had a potion. Always. He wasn't looking forward to changing without one.
Tristan regarded the computer and thought about putting up something in the network, but ... what was he going to say? Hey, how's everyone doing, awesome show this morning? Or ... writing to Remus to ask what he thought about doing for the moon? He didn't want to bring it up. Remus had just gotten Lily back only to lose her again. It was ... it wasn't right. It was sick, and fucked up, and he suddenly wondered if LilyLu had seen and how she was handling it.
It was so hard to think that just last night, they'd been screwing around over the network, trying to cheer up Hugo and make him feel less alone, and now ... now he was dead.
Tris lifted his head as he heard someone down toward the end of the hall scream. He tilted his head, but ... he recognized it. Katrina. He then realized just how many people had significant others on the other island. How many people here would be affected by this. Not just for a potion, either, but ... for a lot of things. He thought of Balthazar, and how the camera had shown Lily very clearly, and he cringed inwardly.
This ... this was so very far from good all around.
Leaving his computer and his Blackberry behind, Tristan started out of his room. He wasn't inclined to wait for the elevator, so he let himself into the stairwell and ran up the flights of stairs to the roof. Bursting out, he inhaled a ragged, gasping breath. Bracing his hands on his lower thighs, he half bent over and laughed, though the laugh dissolved into a choking sob before he straightened up. Fuck this place. Fuck this place so hard.
Tristan paced the roof, jigging his hands at his sides as he tried to figure out what to do. What he could do. He couldn't bring them back, he couldn't make the potion. So he had to ... figure out something else to do when his fur and fangs came out.