[open RP] The Wake

Apr 06, 2009 09:02

At a traditional wake, the event occurs in the house of the deceased with the body present ( Read more... )

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ticktabby April 6 2009, 17:40:19 UTC
Tabby told herself she couldn't be late today.

She was dutifully on time, sitting beside Sally right before Illyana approached the microphone. Her head was bowed, and she was uncharacteristically somber throughout.

Like some in the room, she didn't know Piotr. She would never understand how important he'd been, how he had impacted the lives of her friends that she loved so much.

But it was important to be there. She didn't like wakes. She didn't like funerals. She hated sadness and grief was unbearable.

But she was there.

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tm_magik April 6 2009, 19:57:11 UTC
Tabitha is not a dour girl. In the short time Illyana has known her, she has been able to think of her only in terms of bright things. Happy things. The Sun.

She smiles at her after all the talking has finished.

"Thank you for coming. You did not have to."

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ticktabby April 6 2009, 20:32:02 UTC
"I know." She wants to smile at her, in a way of reassurance but it seems wrong to smile so she doesn't.

She takes Illyana's hand, and squeezes it once. No lolcat speech, no twirls, no silly crazy Tabby-ness.

"But you're my friend. I'd be nowhere else."

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tm_magik April 6 2009, 20:50:41 UTC
Illyana hugs Tabby briefly. "Thank you," she says. "For being my friend. I do not think you realise how much that means to me."

When she withdraws, she smiles again. "Have you had any food?"

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doug_ramsey April 6 2009, 18:22:44 UTC
Doug is the school's wordsmith. It's his power. He should always know exactly the right thing to say. But today, of all days, he says nothing. He looks at pictures, moves among Peter's friends and hears snatches of whispered conversation. He's attended far too many funerals in his young life, and he's always left with the nagging suspicion that he should be the one in the casket.

So he ends up standing alone, staring out the window, and wondering.

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john_movinon April 7 2009, 01:32:53 UTC
John hasn't a clue what to say. In some ways, he doesn't think he should even be there. But in others... nothing would've kept him away.

The obvious is that he's there for Jean-Paul; to support his boyfriend during this hard time. (That's also the part the makes him a little bit uncomfortable - attending the wake for his boyfriend's boyfriend. Huh.) John knows there's guilt and pain and a whole other mix of feelings when it comes to their situation, but he knows that being there to support Jean-Paul is something he needs to do. And so he does.

He's there for Illyana, too. Despite her yelling at him, her 'crush' on him, and his frustration with her round about way of speaking - they are friends, and this was her brother. He feels badly for the girl as well - there's a level of guilt there that will never go away. He hopes this will help her ( ... )

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tm_magik April 7 2009, 01:42:42 UTC
Illyana appoaches John after the speaking is done. She looks him over curiously, then smiles a little.

"He'd be happy you came," she says, and turns away.

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john_movinon April 7 2009, 01:44:17 UTC
"You think?" he can't help but ask.

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tm_magik April 7 2009, 01:49:18 UTC
Illyana turns back and nods.

"Yes," she says. "He respected you, John Allerdyce. He - like I - knew what you really were."

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siryn_song April 7 2009, 16:41:26 UTC
Theresa's sitting towards the front. She considered Peter a friend, a good one. She wants to be close one last time.

Peter had a good life. A life worth celebrating. He was caring, honest, and selfless. He put the safety and care of others before himself. He was brave and loyal. But it's so hard to celebrate a life that short. You're constantly left wondering, what else could he have done if given the opportunity? Who else would he have touched? Theresa knew the answer would have been lots. Peter would have given his all to anyone who asked. He was such a special, incredible person. And while it is easy to dwell, to wonder what could have been, it is more important to focus on what has been. What he did do. And that was a whole lot.

She could say all of that. Take it out of her head and put it into the microphone, amplify it. But it's hard to talk, to get up there and share when the only two to do so, so far, have been his sister and his lover. So she sits back, thinks of some fond memories, and waits for the courage to come.

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