Who: Gatsby & Mitchell (au) Where: Gatsby's house What: Cleaning up. When: Thursday night Rating: High for character death Open: Sure Status: Ongoing.
Gatsby really wasn't sure if he was okay or not. It had certainly been a shock, seeing the body floating in the water. It would have been a shock for anyone, but for Gatsby, his pool was the symbol of his own death. He knew that it wasn't so long again that he had been floating in that water. A corpse, bleeding out. He knew that his lifeless body had been fished out by the police, and that if it hadn't been for the island snatching him- that would have been the end of his story.
He had to keep it together.
He'd got into the pool, pulled the body to the side, where it now lay on the cold marble. And Gatsby was soaked through, sitting on his own steps, shaking with a mixture of cold and fear. He would wait for Mitchell to come and help him. He hated that he was being such a baby about it, he hated that he couldn't keep a brave face on. He would try.