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You hate kings and you think kings are really stupid. They are petty, bossy tyrants and are really full of themselves and are basically awful in every way.
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((Charlie DuClare continued from Day of the Dave))

How's this for a silver lining:

None of Dave's friends had died yesterday. None of Helen's friends had died yesterday. None of Winsome's friends (her name was Winsome, the poor scared girl, that's the sort of thing you learn when you have a few hours to fill with small talk, but not much else because she's still pretty quiet and she's still kinda shook up) had died yesterday. And hey, hey, none of Charlie's, so chin up chin up gotta keep positive gotta keep everything moving and everybody functional. They'll get to the river, the five of them, and they'll all still be alive and they'll all have each other and maybe just maybe if they all play their cards right, someone might end up cracking a smile before the day is over. Silver linings! Yeah!

Silver linings were sorta Charlie's job right now, since she'd sort of stumbled into the role of group leader- how the fuck did that happen?- and that was number one on the agenda. One of them being sad and broken? That was, that was maybe manageable that wasn't so bad maybe she'd get better sometime and it'd be okay? But if someone else started to fall apart, it was all over. House of cards starts to teeter starts to totter starts to slide and it all comes down and there's Charlie sitting with crossed legs wondering how, just how, just how it all got away from her and how she ended up alone again.

's a bit of a problem with the arrangement when the group leader is dedicating all her energy to small talk and half-funny inoffensive little jokes and adorable attempts to keep everybody's mood up, plus she hasn't really delegated any duties to anyone else (except for the walking-along-awkwardly-and-mostly-quietly duties, she'd delegated those to everyone else like a fucking champ). Problem goes like this: who the fuck is steering us? Well that's easy, silly, Charlie is steering, she's the one in front and everyone else is pretty much just following her lead, but the drawback here is that she's not actually sure where she's going.

There was actually a route that would have gotten them all to the river much quicker than the route Charlie led them down.

Please don't tell her that. She would feel so so stupid if she found out.

But after a long long while of left foot right foot just keep moving forward, they all finally made it somewhere that ever so slightly resembled almost there. And there was this sound- well, there were the crunchy footsteps, that was definitely one of the sounds- but off in the distance you could hear it you could definitely hear it. Could you hear it? Ssh, Charlie is trying to listen... Sounds like water! Sounds like a stream running! Yes! Yes! Victory! Good leader! Best leader! Awesome!

"Guys, wait, can you hear it? Sssh, listen!" And they all did and you could hear a bit of running water, you could hea-

Screaming. Oh.

So she took off running towards it and it wasn't so far off and she was pretty soon she was there, right there with the screaming in front of her, the screaming was coming from a girl who- what the fuck did she do to herself like, oh God, oh Jesus Christ, it just smelled like burning and it looked all wrong on her neck and for all Charlie knew the girl's collar was going to explode at any moment. But she had to be brave, she was the leader for now, nobody had looked confident enough on the trip for her to seize the opportunity and shunt off the mantle of leadership onto them, she had to be brave even though she'd maybe probably just used all her bravery up by running to the screaming and not away from it. She had to take action.

"I- Holy fuck! Wha- Dave, fucking do something!"

Courage.
Jeremy Franco is alive. You can write a better ending, goddammit.

Charlie DuClare is dead. And nothing was easy anymore except to smile.
Julian Avery is dead. Courage was the man with a gun in his hand.
JJ Sturn is dead. Fuck it, all good things gotta come to an end.
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