Sarah Mayspring (sg_sarah) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2012-01-22 00:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: narrative, -2012: january, former character: sarah mayspring, npc: adam puckerman, ~complete |
Narrative - random actions mindlessness (with dead people)
Who: Sarah, Adam and others.
When: Saturday; 21st Jan
Where: Sarah's house, movie theatre in town.
What: Soothing anguished ghosts is a difficult matter; even with outside assistance. When in doubt, turn to vandalism.
Warning: Potential triggering for mention miscarriage, ghostly temper tantrums and creepy people/things being creepy. (also ghosts)
"It's what you promised dear, you made it, you have to keep it." Sarah pouted, she was open enough to admit that was definitely what she was doing. Pouting. "Don't get petulant, dearest, a promise is a promise, and what do we say about promises?"
"Promises are the binds of loyalty." Sarah didn't exactly believe it, but she'd seen enough over the course of three days now to accept that perhaps she was the closest thing to a friend some of these poor things had. And even she wasn't sure how to help them.
Adam's sudden outburst following school on Thursday had been shocking. Even more so when he wouldn't calm down, or make sense. Even Heather had vanished from sight when he appeared, screaming and yelling and sobbing through his own lack of being. Sarah hadn't really known what helplessness was until then. But any time she'd tried to speak to him, he just screamed louder, getting more and more unintelligible until Sarah had to resort to hoping her Nana could help.
"I can't believe you're holding me to a promise like this." She really couldn't. She could understand Adam making her promise it, he was a felon cut down and turned transparent, that much she'd already figured out, but his little ball of rage without an outlet just looked to further than delinquent streak and she was going to be the one suffering the backlash. "When even is he?"
"That's poor English dear, don't mangle the language just because you're a teenager." Nana attempted to smooth out a strand of Sarah's hair, her hand going straight through the vibrant lock. "He'll meet you there, it's probably where he's waiting." Sarah just sighed, picking up the bag she'd already packed for this very event and heading out the door, blowing her Nana Charlotte a kiss before she left.
"You know what y' should do?" Sarah rolls her eyes as she steps out of the garage, stopping beside the bumper of her car to watch Jason. "Y' should just let the little snot alone. He'll deal with it and move on, that's the concept, ain't it?"
"Oh, go shush. He's upset, he's just a kid." Sarah stepped around Jason, knowing that he wouldn't step into her because he hated it as much as she did. "You're a ghost, Jason, not heartless." It was clear to see that Adam was somewhat excited about his brothers baby, Sarah didn't really blame him. Had Adam still been alive, he'd have been just the same she's fairly sure. It was the only reason she caved so easily to his pleading to help. Babies were fun.
"Kids older than he looks, pet. Even older than that still with all we deal with." Sarah pulled open her car door, glaring at Jason.
"That's why he shouldn't need to do this by himself." Throwing the bag into the passenger seat, Sarah got herself ready, fastening her seat belt and only a little surprised as Jason's head appeared through her car door. "Oh for, what?"
"You keep doin' what the kid asks, when're y' gonna give in to what 'm asking?" He leered at her, in the mood she was in, he leered.
"I am going to find ghost traps and lock up up for the sake of my sanity." Possible her virtue as well.
The drive out to the movie theatre gave Sarah ample time to think on matters. She knew she was giving in far too easily to Adam, potentially for too many bad reasons. But she did like the kid, and she felt horrid for him. No matter what he said, he idolised his brother and was genuinely looking forward to the baby, Sarah could see it in the way he wanted to help the baby's mother, the way he'd coaxed her into getting all sorts of things for the baby. Sarah wasn't even thinking about how wasted those trips were right now.
It was probably just as well James hadn't stopped by in a few nights, since Adam might not take it too well, if what he'd told her was fact.
As with the norm, at three in the morning, the movie theatre was closed, much like most places in Lima. It was worrying how used to breaking in she was. Adam wasn't out by the front, even as Sarah parked just a little down the street rather than in the parking lot, walking the distance with the backpack over her shoulder. Slipping around the side of the building, Sarah found the fire escape and started climbing, stopping half way when she heard a noise.
"You're on time." Looking up, Sarah just raised an eyebrow.
"I said I'd come, so I came. That's how I play the game." Adam just scoffed at her slightly, something she was also used to, especially when she started to rhyme, before vanishing off the top of the ledge. Climbing the rest of the way, Sarah sighed as she clambered through the tiny hole beside the fire escape, her elbow bashing on the frame before she wriggled the rest of the way. "So, I'm here, and I have the-" she stopped herself from saying 'gear' a word she so seldom used for the sheer fact that it was a terrible word. "The things you asked for."
Following the mild light she could see, Sarah stepped into one of the picture halls, looking around before spotting Adam, standing in the middle of the hall, staring at the screen. He'd looked so sad since Thursday, after the anger and rage and helplessness wore off and he'd stopped the rambling and screaming. Sarah made her way over, standing beside Adam and looking up to the screen with him.
"Before I got really sick, we used to come here a lot. But after that, well, afterwards I wasn't out much. The last movie I saw with him was Dodgeball." Sarah frowned slightly, working out the maths in her head and raising an eyebrow.
"You were both underage for that. How on Earth did-"
"No one said we paid to get in." There's a hint of a smile on Adam's face, almost like his usual joking little transparent self and Sarah wishes she could just hug him. "He didn't come back for a while, after I, well, afterwards. But I came a lot, just to watch something." Adam looked around, as if he was memorising things. "I don't want anyone here for a while. I just, can I just have it? Just mine for a while?" Even when she can half see through him, his pleading eyes make it practically impossible to say no to this, just like she couldn't say no to anything else.
Sighing, she slipped the backpack off her shoulder, digging inside for the gloves she'd packed, slotting them on before she unrolled the towel with the knife inside. Adam just watched as she dragged the blade across the backs of the chairs, tearing through the padding and fabric. She did the same to four other rows before wrapping the knife again and putting it back in her bag. Picking out the can of bug repellent and the lighter, Sarah covered her eyes as she scorched the tops of the front row, coughing slightly around the fumes.
She could leave the can and lighter there, two things she'd never use again and she'd already been careful not to get her fingers on them. Last to come out was the can of spray paint, shaking it up, Sarah stepped towards the screen, aiming as high as she could and drawing anything that came to mind.
"Don't draw the heart." She paused, midway through a line, "Someone might recognise it eventually." She stopped to watch him then, smiling just a little before nodding and carrying on, drawing the biggest and most elaborate dragon she could with the paint she had. When the can ran out, she dropped it to the floor and jumped back to the seating, looking around to make sure there was nothing else.
"Okay?" She couldn't really believe she'd promised to commit such a blatant act of vandalism, on such a prominent spot in the town. All the teenagers went to the movies right? Adam just nodded, still not working into a proper smile, still not to that point where she could tell he was enjoying himself, like he had when they broke into the pharmacy or the hospital. It would probably take a little time.
"Don't stay away too long, okay?" She pulled the straps of her bag tight, not wanting to stay too long, in case he didn't want to share the space right then. "I still need your help with the cypher." She at least got a nod before she climbed out of the hall, stepping down the fire escape and leaving him to his thoughts and mourning.
Nana didn't say anything when she crept back into the house, finally taking off her gloves and hiding the knife in the towel under the hidden compartment in her book case. Sarah just slipped into her nightdress and went to bed. She didn't sleep much though.