Nathaniel Posey (twentytwenty) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-10-06 09:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [09] september, nathan posey, rose montgomery |
Who: Nathaniel Posey and Rose Montgomery
Where: Her home, his quarantine room.
What: Nathan gets some bad news.
When: [slightly backdated] September 9th, 2019; early evening.
ROSE: [after about twenty minutes of pacing and stop-and-go panic attacks Rose finally hit the video icon beneath Posey’s stupid, grinning face in her contact list and watched as it rang, which promptly set off enough silent panic attack.] What if he doesn’t answer… [not sure if she was talking to herself or the him, Harper hopped up onto the bed Rose had curled up on, laying between her and the phone that had been hastily propped up on a pillow as if he knew that whatever was upsetting her involved it.] Please pick up… NATHAN: [he was doing push ups out of boredom when his phone started buzzing] Rose! Hey, darlin’. [he greets her when she appears on screen, but sobers when he really looks at her] Somethin’ wrong? ROSE: [even as distraught as she is, Rose makes a slightly confused face at the sweaty-ish Nathan, but the voice that followed was husky and slightly stuffy.] No--but are you? You’re immune..right? [Though she had given him hell via text before she had never shown actual anxiety about the idea that he might not be. Because he was immune. So..he can’t be. He can’t be, right?] NATHAN: Yeah, near as I know. [he keeps to himself the fact that he’s been feeling a little out of sorts the last few days. Rose already looks worried.] You sure somethin’ ain’t wrong? ROSE: I’m sorry, I didn't mean no nothing's, I meant—[she took a really deep, shaky breath as she tried to willing the tears away but the silent anxiety attack had them rolling down her cheeks anyway.] Jackson’s dead. [it was all she could say through the tears.] NATHAN: [he’s dumbstruck for a whole handful of seconds, opening and closing his mouth like a fish.] Goddamn. [there’s a ball forming in his throat and his eyes are prickly.] I’m -- I don’t know what to say. [he feels helpless watching Rose cry.] ROSE: I don't know what to say either. I couldn't..[she wiped at her eyes with one hand while the other was petting Harper] I didn't know what or how else to say. I just keep thinking that he just got here, and now he's gone. [hiccup] Again. For real. NATHAN: Goddamn. [he repeats, punctuated with a serious hitch in his voice.] The fucker makes it through every cruise we had, every tour, and it’s a bite that takes him out? [he knows his eyes are getting watery, so he rubs at them to keep from crying outright.] I already said goodbye to him once. ROSE: [wishing she could hug him she offers the best smile she can muster.] He’s kind of a dick like that. Bad at hello’s and goodbye’s. [she paused.] I guess we can get drinks and have burgers in his honor, since that’s where he came back. Might as well say goodbye there, too. [the thought made her sick, honestly, and it showed on her face.] NATHAN: Yeah. [he scrubs a hand over his face, and scowls when it comes away wet.] Wish I weren't in here, then I could have a drink with you now. I'm real sorry darlin’. ROSE: Why are you apologizing to me? We’re both in hell, but you're physically [she motioned in a box shape] locked up while you're going through it. Though, I'm sort of just holed up with Harper, I've just got a bigger box. NATHAN: I'm apologizin’ ‘cause I ain't there for you. ‘Cause I'm stuck in here. ROSE: ...Well, that's fair but it's not your fault. I'm sorry you're there too, especially now. Don't they let people out on good, immunized behavior? [it was a joke, but she wished it were true.] NATHAN: Wouldn't that be nice? [he responds humorlessly, the enormity that Jackson won't be walking out at all still hitting him.] ROSE: [she almost winces at the sound, finding it entirely foreign coming from him.] Do you want me to tell Savannah, then? NATHAN: We ain't talkin’ much right now, so yeah, if you could. ROSE: Mmhm...I can, but I'm gonna need some details on why she isn't talking to her quarantined brother. Did you tell her she was adopted? NATHAN: Nah, I play dirtier than that. [he couldn’t quite meet her eyes.] We got into a couple days ago, I said some shit, she said some shit. I moved out, and now we ain't speakin’. You know, typical sibling shit. ROSE: [she squinted] I won't make you tell me the “shit” but where the hell are you staying, other than yanno, quarantine? NATHAN: [he gives her a grateful smile.] Stayin’ with Pete. Think Sav’s lookin’ in on the place while we’re here. ROSE: Sometimes you two remind me why I'm glad my parents couldn't have kids and only adopted one of me. [she sighs. Not like she grew up alone, she had Jackson.] Think she’ll be mad if I call her? I just..don't want to leave my bed. NATHAN: Nah, I think she'd want to know. ROSE: As long as she isn't mad I'm doing it over the phone. I just really want to stay in bed. Forever, preferably. [a pause] You good? NATHAN: I'm… [he pauses] I will be. Drinks when I'm out, okay. ROSE: I wish I could hug you and smooch your dumb cheeks, sugar. Lots of drinks. Get some rest...and a shower. You're sweaty. NATHAN: Yeah, yeah. Take care of yourself darlin’. ROSE: [giving a lackluster grin followed by an air kiss, she clicks the end call button] |