Carter Gray (gotluck) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-01-01 12:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! narrative, ! plot: kidnapping, carter gray |
WHO: Carter Gray.
WHAT: Carter is not a happy camper.
WHEN: Sometime during training, January 1st.
WHERE: North American Safe House.
WARNINGS: Mentions of violence, I guess.
STATUS: Complete!
You never shut up, Peg used to say, her tone snippy, but Carter could always tell she was amused. Her eyes would crinkle in the corners, he remembers. Her mouth would quirk in a tiny half-smile. You never fucking stop talking. Don't you get tired of hearing your own voice? If only Peg could see him now. Carter has said very little these past few days; he can count his words on one hand, perhaps two. They're fine, he's said, whispered promises to his own conscience. We'll find them. It is a mantra he's repeated, over and over and over, to anyone who asks, anyone who stops to listen. They're fine. We'll find them. But now, Carter says nothing at all. He is many things, good and bad and questionably grey, but an oath-breaker is not one of them. He refuses to make promises he cannot keep, and Carter is no longer sure whether they're fine, Daisy and Jack and Savannah's Damien. He is no longer sure whether he'll find them. He is no longer sure of anything at all, in fact, except that he is exhausted. A feeling of defeat has begun to overwhelm him; he's drowning in anxiety and thoughts that go unshared. Carter says nothing now, not to anyone. The only words he speaks are in a language far more primitive than English, a pure, simple language borne of anger and frustration. He utters them to the equipment in the training room, with punches and kicks, aggressive action and violent volleys. They're fine. His fist is raw, his knuckles red from a punch that sends the heavy black bag flying. We'll find them. A shot that finds its mark, but Carter feels no satisfaction in the neat hole bored through the cardboard cutout. In truth, it is hard to find satisfaction in anything at all. |