I've got a word for all you ghosts in his head

Feb 20, 2010 17:58

Who: Stevie Kent; Tim Drake; possibly Robin. Mostly open.
What: Stevie needs his friends and fam. Multithread log or quicklog.
Where: He's not leaving his place much. But they might catch him outside if they look. Or even in costume, at night - but he's in no mood to see anyone then.
When: This week.

Leave him alone / leave him alone )

Ω robin/tim drake, Ω blue beetle/jaime reyes, !quicklog, Ω jilly coppercorn, Ω nightwing/dick grayson, Ω tifa lockhart

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knightprodigy February 20 2010, 23:28:08 UTC
[Dick calls by the night Tim posted the news on the journals. His entrance isn't orthodox, not when he's clearly still dressed as 'Bartender, Jimmy Olsen', but it's dark out and he's used this route many times before, back when he lived in this house, slept in this room.

He knocks the window pane twice before easing the frame aside. Into the darkness of the room he calls out, his voice low but not quite a whisper.]

Tim?

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bratwonder February 21 2010, 15:32:38 UTC
[He didn't think this day was ever going to end. Dusk crept in with the shadows edging their way up the wall, and Tim just lowered his face to his knees and tried not to think.

It was full dark when the sound stirred him. Someone coming in - his name, like a password to entry. Day after day of 'Stevie' but he could always, always be Tim with--

he inhales sharply and answers, voice hoarse in the dark.]

Yeah.

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knightprodigy February 21 2010, 21:35:51 UTC
[The voice comes from the far wall, the corner.

Dick steps silently into the room, crouching in the bay window while he shuts it behind him. Still not making a sound, he hops down from the bay and onto the floorboards, his shadow breaking the rectangle of moonlight spreading across the floor.

His eyes adjust quickly and he spots Tim huddled in the corner. Timmy. His quiet sigh is one of relief; Tim is in one piece, at least. He didn't know what he'd been expecting, but this, just seeing him there, was infinitely better than whatever he'd imagined.

Wordlessly, Dick crosses the room without fear or any sign of eggshell reading, and he sits down beside Tim. He presses his back to the wall and sits shoulder to shoulder with his little brother. He doesn't wrap his arm around him like he wants, doesn't tell him to 'c'mere', or tell him he's 'sorry for his loss', he just sits in silence, lending only a reassuring comfort through the light contact of their arms touching. But the rest is available should Tim want it.]

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bratwonder February 22 2010, 03:45:27 UTC
[Tim narrows his eyes into the dark. It's not like with Bruce - it's almost too easy to relax, to give into the support so freely (obliviously) offered. So he resists, for the space of five seconds, until a voice in his head painfully like Yoite's points out,

'We have to treasure the time we have.'

So that's it, he slumps over and leans in, invites the comfort for however long it lasts.]

.... It won't stop.

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notaluchador February 22 2010, 03:25:43 UTC
[Sometime during all this, Jaime's stopped by the kitchen. It's a little unclear how he let himself in (no doubt because of Khaji Da's powers - that scarab does come in handy sometimes!), but he's there all right and... hey, is that Mexican food he's making?

The smell's wafting throughout the Bathouse, but Jaime doesn't seem to mind or care. He would've made the enchiladas at home, but something about food and orphanages usually means the food doesn't ever leave in one piece.

He's softly humming a song as he fries some quesadillas too. For someone who's only met Tim once, it feels like Jaime's doing more than he really should.]

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bratwonder February 22 2010, 04:07:28 UTC
[They're almost done when Tim slinks just inside the door, soundless, and breathes in.]

You're Jaime.

[Soft, expressionless. What's he doing here?]

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notaluchador February 22 2010, 04:31:57 UTC
[flips the quesadilla, acknowledging Tim with a grin] That's right! You hungry, Stevie?

[He's not quite sure where all the plates and forks and knifes are, so Jaime's sifting through the kitchen for maybe five minutes as he puts the finishing touches on all the food.]

'Cause it'd definitely be a shame if I had to eat this all by myself.

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bratwonder February 22 2010, 05:01:16 UTC
[He flinches back a little from the cheer, but his stomach growls for him. He hadn't realized. Shrug.]

I guess.

[The route of least resistance is to slide onto a chair, except then he thinks of the last time Jaime was in this kitchen and Yoite was making them hot cocoa. He looks down and away, resentful. This isn't fair.]

You didn't have to do that.

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I HOPE THIS IS OKAY anunlockedheart February 23 2010, 03:00:26 UTC
[Tifa always leaves work a little later than Karin -- she'd rather walk the girl home herself, but there are orders to take and she feels a little better letting her "boss" go home while it's still daylight. She locks the door to the restaurant securely behind her and stuffs her hands in her pockets. Nowadays, she always has her gloves nearby. You can never be too careful.

It's halfway up the road that she sees a familiar flash of dark hair, a teenage gait. The boy has a slump to his shoulders that she doesn't recognize, however. He seems...diminished. She calls out, hesitantly:]

Stevie?

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Hey man, works for me! bratwonder February 23 2010, 05:04:35 UTC
He started the run at dawn, broke it up with workouts, and paced himself into twice the usual day's routine. His legs are jelly by the time he slouches toward home, but at least he'll probably sleep before dusk.

Not if he gets sidetracked, though. He stops anyway, one foot dragging by momentum. A look over his shoulder, cast with neither malice nor welcome.]

... Hey, Tifa.   

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C: anunlockedheart February 23 2010, 05:10:49 UTC
[She jogs a bit to catch up with him, but doesn't reach out just yet. She's not sure what happened, but she knows it was bad...and she understands grief. Too well.]

Hey. [She pauses.] Do you mind if I walk with you?

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bratwonder February 23 2010, 22:46:22 UTC
[He shrugs.] Guess not.

[He's not really stopping though. He knows if he does it'll be way harder to start up again.]

... Goin' home? [The house that always smells like baking. It feels like he hasn't been there in forever.]

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fairy_skies February 23 2010, 20:58:46 UTC
[There's a soft knock on the door of the room he's in at some point before Jilly just lets herself in. She's painfully familiar with this sense of loss and there's no good in trying to hide from any of that, but if he looks over at her, he'll get a dim little smile all the same.]

Hey.

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bratwonder February 23 2010, 22:54:32 UTC
[Oh, it's Jilly. He can't really look at Jilly. Good thing he was staring out the window just then. He'll just keep doing that. ]

Hey.

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fairy_skies February 24 2010, 03:08:54 UTC
[Well... that's a physical response that can be read a lot of different ways... She'll just move to sit next to him, joining him in staring out the window.]

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bratwonder February 24 2010, 15:51:01 UTC
[It's not even raining. Random people are sweeping through the street below like they actually have somewhere to go.

Stevie speaks suddenly.]

He dumped his hot water out on one of those.

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