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Michael Guerin [Roswell NM] (ineverlookaway) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-10-06 17:05:00

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!open, inactive: christine chapel, inactive: michael guerin

Michael Guerin & Christine Chapel

What: Corn Maze Trauma
Where: Inside the maze
When: Sunday
Warnings: Trauma, Injury, and such (but not gore)
Status: Open

The maze was messing with his senses. He'd seen his brother-in-law who was dead, killed by Max back home. He'd relived the night it appeared that Isobel killed Rosa Oretcho and the other two girls. He'd seen Caulfield Prison blow up, with his mother still inside. In his warped mind, he'd seen Alex blown to bits by a roadside bomb in Iraq, and then he'd seen trapped in a cell at Caulfield along with Max and Isobel and all the other aliens, helpless in the face of imminent destruction. He'd struggled with very real monsters, creatures straight out of horror movies, mostly grossly exaggerated killer alien type beings with an apparent hunger for his blood.

Somehow, he'd found a quiet place. A secluded corner of the maze. He could hear the screams still, of course he could hear the screams. There was one in particular that threatened to shatter his eardrums, but he'd gotten far enough away from that that it was now a dull roar. His phone was nearly dead, his flashlight probably wasn't going to last much longer. He switched both off to conserve what power they had left, and in the absolute darkness, he felt the cold emptiness creep into his skull.

Max was gone. Michael's psychic powers were weak, his connection to Max and Isobel wasn't anytihng as strong as what the so called twins felt for each other. But he felt it. Vague, yet always present, a slow pulse deep in his subconscious. In the midst of the maze it gave him comfort to know Max was out there, that maybe if he survived this thing he could work on his relationship with Max. But in darkness it was stripped away, and Michael knew Max was gone.

He dropped to his knees and pounded his fist on the ground. It wasn't much, but it made him feel better. He didn't scream, screaming didn't help, and there were plenty of people screaming all around the maze. He didn't want to join the chorus of utter fear and helplessness. He wasn't afraid at the moment, he was mad. He was hurt and he was angry.

His balled up left hand slammed against the ground, his once mangled fingers shattering on impact. Max had healed his hand without his consent, but it had never felt right. And now, dropping to sit on his ass there on the ground, his hand cradled in his lap, the pain reminded him of Max who was now gone, and of Alex who waited for him outside the maze. If he got out of this hell hole, he was going to try to make things right with Alex, because he couldn't make it right with Max now.

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chapelrn
2019-10-07 01:44 am UTC (link)

Christine loved this kind of thing normally. She had been through countless mazes like this and been to more haunted houses than she could count when she was growing up but this was nothing like that. This felt real and she hadn't asked to be here, she'd just been zapped her by something or someone. She had her phone thank god and the light on it worked well so she could find her way but she also kept seeing things that she wanted to forget.

She'd lived through seeing Roger destroyed by the female cyborg he'd built, through battles that had ensued after that. The worst was the Narada, where Nero had kidnapped Captain Pike and had held the ship hostage, forcing them to watch while he tortured him. Christine had felt so helpless, and still did, the memories that she had thought she'd packed away were being ripped out and thrown in front of her again. She had watched all her friends die, and then herself and at some point she tripped over something and she heard a pop. "Fuck," she had muttered, it felt like a broken toe but there was nothing she could do to fix it now.

It was then that she saw the young man sitting in front of her. She stopped and waited for a moment to see if he was real and then he moved. "Hi," she said. "It's okay. I'm not some weird ghost thing. I'm Christine, I'm a nurse, your hand looks like it might be injured. Mind if I take a look?"

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ineverlookaway
2019-10-07 02:04 am UTC (link)

He couldn't see her well, obviously because it was dark. But he could see enough to momentarily see Isobel in front of him. He blinked, scrubbed a hand over his face and tried to see past the mirage.

"I'm Michael," he told her. "You're the first person I've seen in here that actually talked to me." He'd been chased, he'd been assaulted by horror movie villains, but no one had spoken to him directly. That set her apart.

He wasn't sure it wasn't some kind of trick, how could he be sure in this situation? But he was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, largely due to the fact he was too tired to fight.

"It's been broken for ten years," he told her, holding up his hand. It had been healed briefly, sure. But that didn't matter now. It was, more or less, right back to how it had been, and how it should be. "It's fine. I never got it treated back then, either." He'd just wrapped it in an ace bandage and tried not to use it until it healed enough that he could move his fingers without excruciating pain.

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chapelrn
2019-10-08 07:30 pm UTC (link)

"Most of the things in here don't appear to be real," she replied as she looked at his hand. "Although there are few things on the floor that are real enough to trip over." She settled herself on the floor better so she could stretch out her foot. There was nothing that could be done for a broken toe, it would have to heal on its own but it would annoy the holy hell out of her until it did.

"We have magic healers here, maybe they could fix it if you wanted. I'm not one of them though. I'm just me." she looked around them, trying to shut out the screaming. "So how far have you gotten? It seems as if the thing shifts every time it feels like I've gotten somewhere but that might be me."

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ineverlookaway
2019-10-09 12:24 am UTC (link)

"Like mey dead brother in law?" Michael sighed. Noah wasn't real, but Max's departure was very real. He felt it like an ache deep inside. He'd wasn't really even that close to Max, not anymore. But feeling him leave Goodland was a hard blow. Michael would claim being in the maze compouded things, and that was why he was taking it so hard.

"My brother could heal it. He's not really my brother, though. And he's not here anymore, so it doesn't matter." He'd lived with a messed up hand for ten years. it felt right, and normal to him to have it messed up again. Even if Jesse Manes hadn't smashed it this time, the fact the same fingers were mangled reminded him of Alex, and all that Alex meant to him.

"I don't want it healed. Is that weird? I want it to be messed up. It's...an anchor of sorts, I guess." Michael was way more open with his emotions at the moment than he would be under normal conditions. He was a manly man, he didn't discuss emotions or anything than hit on emotions. The maze, and the mindset the maze put him in, had him saying all sorts of things he wouldn't normally say.

"I'm Michael, by the way," he added. Because if they were going to have a conversation in this sort of setting, names might be a good thing to know.

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