Marc Russo (bluelined) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2017-03-10 10:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2020 [03] march, marc russo, rebecca russo |
Who: Marc Russo & Rebecca Russo
Where: Jail & wherever Rebecca is :|
When: 3/1/20, 9AM
What: Marc's first phone call.
MARC: Hey. It's me. [he's started many a phone call to Rebecca this way, but after a moment he adds:] Marc, I mean. REBECCA: I do still recognize your voice. [she tells him. He sounds tired and she doesn’t know why and that concerns her almost immediately.] Is something wrong? MARC: Yeah. I, uh. [how has he become this person?] The cops picked me and Leo up last night. REBECCA: [there is a long pause on the line before she says anything.] Why would they arrest you? MARC: [he swallows hard; this is the exact reason why he tried to stop this from continuing. He never wanted to have to explain this to Rebecca.] After what happened to Leo, we wanted revenge. I tried -- After I knew you were here and that you and Josh were okay, I wanted it to stop, but I couldn't get to him in time. I'm sorry. REBECCA: The fires... [she was guessing, but it was the only reasonable conclusion given the clues.] Were those you? MARC: Yes. Not just me. [the distinction doesn't really make a difference in the greater scheme of things, and he's sure she's assumed as much, but it feels important to say. He knows he should wait until they're tried to talk about this, but he can't lie to her.] Leo didn't want to stop -- he has more in this than I do. REBECCA: This doesn’t make any sense. [she is confused. Marc was a good man, why would he start doing something so destructive?] MARC: I know, I -- I don't know what to say. [he bites his lip hard, thinking about the son he never got to really see again and assuming that's out of the question now.] I'm sorry. REBECCA: [sorry hardly felt like enough in the moment. She sighs.] It feels like I don’t even know you anymore. [she admits, a small wobble in her voice towards the end.] What am I supposed to say? I forgive you? [she doesn’t think she can right now.] MARC: No, you don't have to say anything, I… I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry for this. That I regret it. But I -- [he looks over his shoulder and frowns.] I have to go now. REBECCA: Okay. [what else could she say? It was a lot to process.] I… okay. MARC: I… [he doesn't know if he'll talk to her later, so he trails off, not wanting to commit to something he can't do.] Bye, Rebecca. |