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sadfreezingbrit_archive) wrote2011-11-10 03:23 am
sadfreezingbrit_archive) wrote2011-11-10 03:23 am
Philip LaFresque and Jack Daniel's depressing day in the kitchen [29/??? artefacts collected]
[ And then this happened and Philip was back in his body. Just like that. Just... like that.
Not that the time off was a breeze, oh no. The things he said to some people, the things Clarence did, but... there are the things he didn't do. The things he could've done so easily and yet--
And yet Philip is back in his body and nobody is hurt. Nobody is dead.
But the conclusions he's supposed to draw from this...
He takes a sip of whiskey. His first empty bottle now and quite likely not his last. That's how everyone will find him during the day: Sitting in the kitchen. Sipping on glass after glass, trying to make sense of what the hell happened in those past five days.
...Only later in the afternoon has he finally made his mind up about some things, leading to the following three audio transmissions: ]
[PRIVATE AND LOCKED TO DEAN]
Hey, I just... wanted to say that I'm- I'm back. I...
[ And then he hangs up, because everything else he wants to say is just so far out of his mental reach now, it's not even funny. ]
[PRIVATE AND LOCKED TO SANTANA]
Er, about... about the last time we talked, I think... there's something I think- I think I ought to tell you. Can we- Could we meet up someplace if you've got a moment? Please? Thanks.
[PRIVATE AND LOCKED TO BEISTE]
...Um, Shan-- Coach? I just... I just wanted to apologise for everything I-- for the last time we talked. That was after-- I wasn't... exactly myself then. I'm really sorry.
[[OOC: Slightly pre-dated to early afternoon on the 10th]]
Not that the time off was a breeze, oh no. The things he said to some people, the things Clarence did, but... there are the things he didn't do. The things he could've done so easily and yet--
And yet Philip is back in his body and nobody is hurt. Nobody is dead.
But the conclusions he's supposed to draw from this...
He takes a sip of whiskey. His first empty bottle now and quite likely not his last. That's how everyone will find him during the day: Sitting in the kitchen. Sipping on glass after glass, trying to make sense of what the hell happened in those past five days.
...Only later in the afternoon has he finally made his mind up about some things, leading to the following three audio transmissions: ]
[PRIVATE AND LOCKED TO DEAN]
Hey, I just... wanted to say that I'm- I'm back. I...
[ And then he hangs up, because everything else he wants to say is just so far out of his mental reach now, it's not even funny. ]
[PRIVATE AND LOCKED TO SANTANA]
Er, about... about the last time we talked, I think... there's something I think- I think I ought to tell you. Can we- Could we meet up someplace if you've got a moment? Please? Thanks.
[PRIVATE AND LOCKED TO BEISTE]
...Um, Shan-- Coach? I just... I just wanted to apologise for everything I-- for the last time we talked. That was after-- I wasn't... exactly myself then. I'm really sorry.
[[OOC: Slightly pre-dated to early afternoon on the 10th]]
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[Referring to something more along the lines of "you don't have to live in fear when you're the one with the body and the will", Evelyn doesn't really realise that Philip has completely misunderstood her until he starts moving away.
Backpedaling frantically - because that was not the sort of response she was expecting - Evie's face falls. Really, really far.
The only explanation is that he misinterpreted her words to suit the worst case scenario.]
No! No, I didn't- That's not what I meant, I- I-
[Oh God. Oh God, she broke everything, and now all she wants to do is cry. How Philip could believe she would ever say something so hurtful is beyond her, but the more pressing issue at hand is the way her sight is getting blurry and her eyes are prickling.]
Philip, I would never- You...it was never your fault. Y-You don't deserve all the awful things that have happened to you, you deserve a real life and happiness a-and a reprieve from your grief, I know it's hard for you and- and that I can't possibly understand, because I don't know what that's like. I don't know what it's like to live in constant fear, I- I just know that it's something that you shouldn't have to suffer alone.