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Naoya ([info]cursedmemory) wrote in [info]marinasylum,
@ 2011-02-24 12:55:00
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[He's tired. Too tired to be dealing with this. Everything's going wrong, things are falling apart, and every little thing annoys him lately. He's not supposed to be trapped here like this. He hates being here.]

[And somehow he doubts that killing himself will help change the situation. Even if he did, on the slim chance that it'd work he'd probably wake up in his world, and be hunted by the angels, so there's no real point.]

[There's no good outlet for his anger here. He can't do anything productive, anything that would further his plans.]

['One day you're really going to have to stop blaming others for the fact that you can't get over it, Cain.']

[Stupid words by a stupid girl, a broken toy that he doesn't understand why he's still talking to.]

[... The temporary solution right now is clear.]



[Naoya, walking unsteadily with alcohol on his breath, wanders down to the beach, carrying a bag with him. He sits down, and starts digging a hole in the sand. He pulls out some branches he collected from the park and sticks them in there, and then pulls out some books from his bag.]

[They're bibles, and there's three of them, covered in notes. He starts ripping out the pages and tossing them in the pit he's building, before pulling out a rock and a dull kitchen knife. He strikes the rock with the knife, trying to make a spark, and finally manages it, setting the paper aflame.]

[He sits back and watches the words burn, before curling up in the sand next to the pit.]


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