And I'm that little bit of hope when my backs against the ropes
((OOC: Luke is officially dead. If you need your character to have a goodbye with him, I can probably manage that. Either way, he's dead. The italics in the death section are Becky's words in one of Luke's first posts. And Romeo is going to become non-local. This post was made in celebration of Robin's original journal creation. Two years ago as of the 30th. :D ))
Romeo is writing a journal entry to his pet aka Kittentits. He leaves tomorrow to Germany, because he can and he wants to. What other reasons does he need? He's not planning on coming back.
Robin Rice has finally gone mad. Kinda. He isn't killing anyone, which is a plus. The kitchen, however, is in shambles. There's no alcohol left, if anyone had wanted any. He's poured it all out, and he's organizing by making a complete mess first. Food is on the floor, trash bags are everywhere, a container of milk is in pieces. There's sense to this madness. Somehow. He hasn't done this since the coffee pot incident, at least there's not so much glass this time.
In one area of the city, Harry Potter lands roughly on the cement. His glasses fly off his face. His hands scrape against the pavement, and he's bleeding. He doesn't know where he is. He certainly didn't touch anything that could have been a portkey. This isn't- He was supposed to face Voldemort, supposed to die. This isn't right. He needs to get back.
It was only a matter of time. He had known that. He'd settled it in his heart, but it doesn't stop Luke Roberts from being terrified when the doctors at the Kashtta confirm it. He doesn't want to go to a hospital. Luke wants to stay in his room. Before the bad turns to worse, he remembers all that he's been through, all that he wishes he could hold again. There are so many people. It's exactly what he told Phoebe. So many people have made his life full. It's why, despite how young he is, he has no regrets.
They're all faces that return to him. The whole basement family floods through his head again. Becky's smile (so rare then), Brando's funeral, adventures with Des, the beautiful, broken girl named Babel on the corner, the bathroom floor with J, playing pretend with Tabitha, and hugging Phoebe, the first time they met. There are other people that might remember Chicago as a dark and unforgiving city. Luke remembers them, and it all feels so much brighter than it should be.
In the end, he's in too much pain to properly feel the terror of not knowing what waits for him. He's too sick to be afraid, and for him, it's a blessing in disguise. Pain is easy. The questions about what waits are not. He falls unconscious eventually, sweating, pale, covered in purple splotches, thin like a skeleton. He doesn't look like himself anymore. It's a stranger that dies in this unconscious state, isn't it?
You touch people. You touch me. Like you care about me. You don't even know me, though.
Luke takes his last breath, and it's over as quickly as it started.
Romeo is writing a journal entry to his pet aka Kittentits. He leaves tomorrow to Germany, because he can and he wants to. What other reasons does he need? He's not planning on coming back.
Robin Rice has finally gone mad. Kinda. He isn't killing anyone, which is a plus. The kitchen, however, is in shambles. There's no alcohol left, if anyone had wanted any. He's poured it all out, and he's organizing by making a complete mess first. Food is on the floor, trash bags are everywhere, a container of milk is in pieces. There's sense to this madness. Somehow. He hasn't done this since the coffee pot incident, at least there's not so much glass this time.
In one area of the city, Harry Potter lands roughly on the cement. His glasses fly off his face. His hands scrape against the pavement, and he's bleeding. He doesn't know where he is. He certainly didn't touch anything that could have been a portkey. This isn't- He was supposed to face Voldemort, supposed to die. This isn't right. He needs to get back.
It was only a matter of time. He had known that. He'd settled it in his heart, but it doesn't stop Luke Roberts from being terrified when the doctors at the Kashtta confirm it. He doesn't want to go to a hospital. Luke wants to stay in his room. Before the bad turns to worse, he remembers all that he's been through, all that he wishes he could hold again. There are so many people. It's exactly what he told Phoebe. So many people have made his life full. It's why, despite how young he is, he has no regrets.
They're all faces that return to him. The whole basement family floods through his head again. Becky's smile (so rare then), Brando's funeral, adventures with Des, the beautiful, broken girl named Babel on the corner, the bathroom floor with J, playing pretend with Tabitha, and hugging Phoebe, the first time they met. There are other people that might remember Chicago as a dark and unforgiving city. Luke remembers them, and it all feels so much brighter than it should be.
In the end, he's in too much pain to properly feel the terror of not knowing what waits for him. He's too sick to be afraid, and for him, it's a blessing in disguise. Pain is easy. The questions about what waits are not. He falls unconscious eventually, sweating, pale, covered in purple splotches, thin like a skeleton. He doesn't look like himself anymore. It's a stranger that dies in this unconscious state, isn't it?
You touch people. You touch me. Like you care about me. You don't even know me, though.
Luke takes his last breath, and it's over as quickly as it started.