The Death March - Part Eleven (A Public Post)
Title: The Death March
Part: Eleven - The Public Post
Previously: Prologue | One | Two | Three| Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten
Note: Posted a couple hours after this RP with doug_ramsey and tm_northstar
Prompt: theatrical_muse #231 - "Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live." Haruki Murakami.
How do you tell your friends and everyone else that you've only been sorta-dead for the past six weeks? Because, well, you are dead, technically - you're pumped full of some magic serum shit. Or, if you don't believe that, call it poison. A virus. Whatever it is, it makes your body appear as if it's dead - no heartbeat, no brain activity. Well, dead to everyone else except yourself. Because that fucking heartbeat keeps you awake at night, ticking like a time bomb, ready to explode. And your brain works fine, because it won't stop thinking about things. About people. About your life.
Because you're dying.
And you just found out - you're missing that last ingredient. The last thing for the antidote, or the cure, or whatever you want to call it. It doesn't exist anymore. Not here, in this time and space. And without it, you're going to be dead. All the way dead. Dead dead. In the next four to six weeks.
So, how do you tell the people that matter to you, and those who don't, and those who are just damn nosy, or just about everyone, all that?
Well. I guess this is as good a way as any.
Because, ladies and gentlemen. That's what's going on with me, John Allerdyce (aka Pyro) right now.
I'm dying. And there is no cure. Not anymore.
I'm sorry that I had to play dead. I had to be away, I had to travel and search and fight for my life. You're all probably pissed at me. And you should be, so if you are and you don't want to talk to me, that's fine. I understand. I wasn't even sure if I should tell people about this, that maybe I should have just let you all still believe I was dead, so you didn't have to go through it twice. But Doug convinced me that I should, that there are some of you who would want to have that one last chance to talk to me and say goodbye and all that. And that I should do it for myself, too.
Yes, Doug knows. Not for the whole time, though. Just a couple weeks. I asked him not to tell. He's been here with me, trying to help save my life. I hate that I put him through that, but I don't think he'd have it any other way. And Jean-Paul knows too, but he just found out a couple hours ago, so don't be pissed at him either.
But, if you don't believe me - that this happened, is happening, that I'm me - just ask them. They'll tell you.
(Oh. And I heard about the donations given in mine and Ste's name to the Cassidy Health Centre. Giving to that charity is not a bad thing, but I'm sorry about the false pretences in which it was done. But, Ste really is dead, and I'm 80% of the way there, so it's still happening. I know the amount of the donations up to date, and I will be meeting it, plus doubling it, to make up for it. My sincerest apologies to the donators, and to those who are involved in running the Centre. They didn't know, so don't blame them.)
For the past year, in every one of those stupid fucking memes, I've answer the question: "What's your biggest fear?" with "Dying young."
Well. Here I am. Young, and dying. But I don't really feel afraid. I was too busy to be afraid, I was trying so hard to live. And now that that part is over, and all I have left to do is wait for this thing to finish killing my body, I'm still not afraid. This is happening. This is how I end. This is how I pass. And that's that.
And I did everything I could to fight it - and don't you all fucking think I'm just giving up. I'm fucking John Allerdyce, for christ sake. I don't give up. But there's just nothing left for me to do. I've come to the end of the road. And I really want everyone else to just accept that, okay? It'll be best for everyone.
Doug and JP think people will want to help save me - hell, I totally expect both of them to start asking other people. And if that's what you want to do, fine. Do it. Try. But I'm not getting my fucking hopes up, okay? I don't want to spend what time I have left in a panic and being frantic and getting disappointed with each day. That'll kill me before this stupid Death March will.
Acceptance is key here, people, to be able to move on. And I've done it. I hope you will too.
I'm going to die. But that's just life.
ooc: And OMG YAY. Pyro is finally public again - you have no idea how much I've been wanting to interact with him, but plot! Had to wrap up the plot! And, obviously, I'm still working on it, and have things planned out (with some flexibility, of course, due to with open interaction now.) But, I've got the end worked out. If yours is a muse from a magical/supernatural/whatever fandom (hell, even if they aren't!) and you want them to have knowledge of the Death March, go for it! Cool with me. And even if your muse wants to try to help Pyro out, and do some searching, etc etc, go for that too, except that their help will be a dud and not work out (aside from what I have already drafted out with muns.) But please feel free to have your muse react however they would react to this news!
Also, if anyone wants to interact/RP with SortaDead!Pyro, I'm totally down with that! Just let me know, through comments or messages or emails. Might be a little slow at tagging over the next couple weeks with work/vacation, but we have a little time before I have to make Pyro un-dead again. But I should have my own internet access by the end of the month. WOO HOO! *cough* Anyway! Yes. So I guess that's that.
Part: Eleven - The Public Post
Previously: Prologue | One | Two | Three| Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten
Note: Posted a couple hours after this RP with doug_ramsey and tm_northstar
Prompt: theatrical_muse #231 - "Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live." Haruki Murakami.
How do you tell your friends and everyone else that you've only been sorta-dead for the past six weeks? Because, well, you are dead, technically - you're pumped full of some magic serum shit. Or, if you don't believe that, call it poison. A virus. Whatever it is, it makes your body appear as if it's dead - no heartbeat, no brain activity. Well, dead to everyone else except yourself. Because that fucking heartbeat keeps you awake at night, ticking like a time bomb, ready to explode. And your brain works fine, because it won't stop thinking about things. About people. About your life.
Because you're dying.
And you just found out - you're missing that last ingredient. The last thing for the antidote, or the cure, or whatever you want to call it. It doesn't exist anymore. Not here, in this time and space. And without it, you're going to be dead. All the way dead. Dead dead. In the next four to six weeks.
So, how do you tell the people that matter to you, and those who don't, and those who are just damn nosy, or just about everyone, all that?
Well. I guess this is as good a way as any.
Because, ladies and gentlemen. That's what's going on with me, John Allerdyce (aka Pyro) right now.
I'm dying. And there is no cure. Not anymore.
I'm sorry that I had to play dead. I had to be away, I had to travel and search and fight for my life. You're all probably pissed at me. And you should be, so if you are and you don't want to talk to me, that's fine. I understand. I wasn't even sure if I should tell people about this, that maybe I should have just let you all still believe I was dead, so you didn't have to go through it twice. But Doug convinced me that I should, that there are some of you who would want to have that one last chance to talk to me and say goodbye and all that. And that I should do it for myself, too.
Yes, Doug knows. Not for the whole time, though. Just a couple weeks. I asked him not to tell. He's been here with me, trying to help save my life. I hate that I put him through that, but I don't think he'd have it any other way. And Jean-Paul knows too, but he just found out a couple hours ago, so don't be pissed at him either.
But, if you don't believe me - that this happened, is happening, that I'm me - just ask them. They'll tell you.
(Oh. And I heard about the donations given in mine and Ste's name to the Cassidy Health Centre. Giving to that charity is not a bad thing, but I'm sorry about the false pretences in which it was done. But, Ste really is dead, and I'm 80% of the way there, so it's still happening. I know the amount of the donations up to date, and I will be meeting it, plus doubling it, to make up for it. My sincerest apologies to the donators, and to those who are involved in running the Centre. They didn't know, so don't blame them.)
For the past year, in every one of those stupid fucking memes, I've answer the question: "What's your biggest fear?" with "Dying young."
Well. Here I am. Young, and dying. But I don't really feel afraid. I was too busy to be afraid, I was trying so hard to live. And now that that part is over, and all I have left to do is wait for this thing to finish killing my body, I'm still not afraid. This is happening. This is how I end. This is how I pass. And that's that.
And I did everything I could to fight it - and don't you all fucking think I'm just giving up. I'm fucking John Allerdyce, for christ sake. I don't give up. But there's just nothing left for me to do. I've come to the end of the road. And I really want everyone else to just accept that, okay? It'll be best for everyone.
Doug and JP think people will want to help save me - hell, I totally expect both of them to start asking other people. And if that's what you want to do, fine. Do it. Try. But I'm not getting my fucking hopes up, okay? I don't want to spend what time I have left in a panic and being frantic and getting disappointed with each day. That'll kill me before this stupid Death March will.
Acceptance is key here, people, to be able to move on. And I've done it. I hope you will too.
I'm going to die. But that's just life.
ooc: And OMG YAY. Pyro is finally public again - you have no idea how much I've been wanting to interact with him, but plot! Had to wrap up the plot! And, obviously, I'm still working on it, and have things planned out (with some flexibility, of course, due to with open interaction now.) But, I've got the end worked out. If yours is a muse from a magical/supernatural/whatever fandom (hell, even if they aren't!) and you want them to have knowledge of the Death March, go for it! Cool with me. And even if your muse wants to try to help Pyro out, and do some searching, etc etc, go for that too, except that their help will be a dud and not work out (aside from what I have already drafted out with muns.) But please feel free to have your muse react however they would react to this news!
Also, if anyone wants to interact/RP with SortaDead!Pyro, I'm totally down with that! Just let me know, through comments or messages or emails. Might be a little slow at tagging over the next couple weeks with work/vacation, but we have a little time before I have to make Pyro un-dead again. But I should have my own internet access by the end of the month. WOO HOO! *cough* Anyway! Yes. So I guess that's that.