cheska (cheska) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-01-04 16:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, ! plot: kidnapping, cheska barry |
WHO: Cheska Barry [IRELAND]
WHAT: Cheska reacts to the deaths.
WHERE: IVI European safehouse, Slovakia.
WHEN: Sometime after news of Marine and Mal breaks.
STATUS: Complete.
WARNINGS: None.
THE DAY ERIK & ALYOSHA DIED. Cheska couldn't quite understand what they were telling her. More vols were dead. She knew what the basics of it meant but it was hard for her to imagine returning to that school in Australia without Erik, without Providence, without Alyosha. She wasn't close with any of them by any means. But she was that sort of person who shared a moment with someone and felt compelled to call them her friend. Cheska remembered the moment she shared with Erik; she remembered him sneaking up on her and attempting to scare her, ineffectually, into breaking her egg; she remembered laughing at him and wrapping her arms around him in a hug; she remembered his standoffishness and his confusion, which reminded her so much of Oden and his discomfort with physical contact. Erik was such a harmless boy. It wasn't right that someone so sweet should be dead. Cheska couldn't bear to remember. It was too painful to contemplate so she buried herself in her work. She had to do her part to rescue the others. YESTERDAY. Her blood was ice cold in her veins as she watched Mette cry. She couldn't stand to see her cry. She's too beautiful, too wonderful, too perfect in every way, to deserve this. Seeing Mette humiliated and stripped of her powers, as if she were being stripped naked of her very essence, was too much for Cheska. She excused herself and went to vomit in the girls' bathroom. TODAY. She told herself that she can't return to that school. That room which she shared with Marine and in which they lived, sometimes giggling well into the early hours of the morning, will never again feel like home because Marine is now dead. She has been dead for some time and Cheska never knew. It felt like an odd form of betrayal, not to know in her bones that something had happened to Marine. Cheska criticized herself then, imagining that she could have done more, she should have done more, she should have been able to rescue her. Now she felt their absences, a physical aching in her chest. She wondered if this was what a broken heart felt like. If only she had perfected her ability to make others evaporate with her, if only she had signed up to be on the rescue ops team, if only she had been able to get there and save Marine. But Marine was dead before they even knew where to find her. It was pointless to think about the "what if" scenarios but Cheska hung her head in shame nonetheless. The bathroom echoed with the loud hiccoughing sobs of someone. A girl, by the sound of it. It wasn't until snot dripped on her hand held limp in her lap that Cheska realized it had been her. |