Open RP Post Because It Was Kind Of Inevitable

Apr 25, 2006 00:12

Ori put her journal down, weighting it with a half-brick, and walked to the edge of the roof, where she stood, just looking down. I could jump. I might as well jumpShe leaned over, the wind causing her to sway lightly. This body felt so light she could almost imagine it floating down to the ground, the breeze dropping her gently to the pavement. ( Read more... )

rp, angst

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poisonedarrows April 25 2006, 06:56:21 UTC
Roy spied her from another building. He stared at her, trying to decide what she was doing. When it dawned in his mind, he was already running, leaping for the rooftop.

"Ori!" he screamed, half hanging off of the fire-escape. "Don't you fucking DARE jump! Don't you fucking DARE let go!"

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thingsexplode April 25 2006, 06:58:24 UTC
Ori was startled from her thoughts by Roy's scream, and she jerked backwards, away from the edge. She hadn't been expecting anyone to see her, much less stop her- and she wasn't sure if she was grateful he had. "...Roy?"

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poisonedarrows April 25 2006, 07:03:42 UTC
He hauled himself up and started for her, slowly, in case she jumped. "Ori. Don't jump. Don't do this. You've been so....so fucking selfish, and you're gong to go out selfishly? Not this way, baby. In years, when we've killed together, destroyed empires together. Maybe then. But not here, not now, and not fucking like this, do you fucking hear me?"

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thingsexplode April 25 2006, 07:09:35 UTC
She edged back towards the edge, shaking her head almost automatically. "I don't know what I should do, Roy, I don't know how to make this right and it'll never be right. I've fucked up so badly. You say you're angry but you don't show it and I'm confused and Dessa hates me and... I'm just... not worth it. I'm not worth you caring about me, I'm not worth loving and I'm not worth mourning when I go. I know it. You know it. I just... can't live anymore. I can't. I've fucked too much up."

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