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trustfell2016-01-01 10:47 pm
openterrain) wrote in trustfell2016-01-01 10:47 pm
SENDOFF.
[ Does it ever stop?
Maybe not, but Jean doesn't actually have an issue with that. The immediately visible zombies have been taken care of and the group is ready for any others that might shamble their way. It's still the dead of the night as Jean moves about the town square, gathering up every last bit of dry wood he can find and building up the basis of what could become an impressive bonfire. Strangely, he leaves it unlit - or perhaps not so strangely, since it really should be time to move on.
Instead, Jean goes back - back into the school and through the hallways and down to the courtroom. He makes several side trips as he goes, gathering up rope and matches and spare blankets along the way. He's not particularly surprised to see that Kimblee's corpse has been a bit abused since they last left him, nor is he depressed or angry or pleased.
Kimblee got what he deserved.
Jean takes the time to carefully wrap Kimblee's corpse in the spare sheets and secure them with rope, more out of consideration for the more squeamish of his fellow survivors than any respect for Observant himself. Wrapping him up is pretty simple, luckily. Dragging him back up the stairs and all the way over to the bonfire is simple, but not easy. He's a big, heavy bastard as it turns out and the very first hints of dawn are glimmering on horizon by the time Jean finally gets him over to the bonfire. Unsurprisingly, Jean will happily accept any offers to help with the body moving process.
There's no pomp or ceremony to Kimblee's 'funeral'. There's no moment of silence, no carefully selected works, not even a few personal possessions tossed onto the pyre with their tormentor of the past two months. Jean simply kindles a few sparks at the base of pyre, and then steps back to watch the flames grow into a blaze and consume flesh and wood alike.
... He does take care to stand upwind of the pyre, however. Burning bodies aren't exactly a pleasant scent. ]
Maybe not, but Jean doesn't actually have an issue with that. The immediately visible zombies have been taken care of and the group is ready for any others that might shamble their way. It's still the dead of the night as Jean moves about the town square, gathering up every last bit of dry wood he can find and building up the basis of what could become an impressive bonfire. Strangely, he leaves it unlit - or perhaps not so strangely, since it really should be time to move on.
Instead, Jean goes back - back into the school and through the hallways and down to the courtroom. He makes several side trips as he goes, gathering up rope and matches and spare blankets along the way. He's not particularly surprised to see that Kimblee's corpse has been a bit abused since they last left him, nor is he depressed or angry or pleased.
Kimblee got what he deserved.
Jean takes the time to carefully wrap Kimblee's corpse in the spare sheets and secure them with rope, more out of consideration for the more squeamish of his fellow survivors than any respect for Observant himself. Wrapping him up is pretty simple, luckily. Dragging him back up the stairs and all the way over to the bonfire is simple, but not easy. He's a big, heavy bastard as it turns out and the very first hints of dawn are glimmering on horizon by the time Jean finally gets him over to the bonfire. Unsurprisingly, Jean will happily accept any offers to help with the body moving process.
There's no pomp or ceremony to Kimblee's 'funeral'. There's no moment of silence, no carefully selected works, not even a few personal possessions tossed onto the pyre with their tormentor of the past two months. Jean simply kindles a few sparks at the base of pyre, and then steps back to watch the flames grow into a blaze and consume flesh and wood alike.
... He does take care to stand upwind of the pyre, however. Burning bodies aren't exactly a pleasant scent. ]
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...wait
Ashley pokes her head back out.] But- Jesus Christ, Blue! I am so sorry, that must've just-
[She unceremoniously dumps the responses from Kimblee in the pyre and tucks her own letters away before giving her a hug.]
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You know what, fuck it, we can do hugs instead today.]
You get used to it. Really!
[...There is literally nothing reassuring to say that doesn't sound vaguely insane, is there.]
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...]
You shouldn't have to get used to this sort of thing. Just because it happens, just because you do doesn't mean it isn't severely fucked. And I am so sorry that it was something you had to get used to.
[This might be coming from a slightly personal place. Softer, a little sweeter.]
I severely hope that...whatever you're going back to...you get to live a nicer, more peaceful life than this.
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[And hopefully the world hasn't ended and her friends aren't all rocks.]
It's not something any of us deserved, or should've gotten used to, but that's how it worked out.
[And it's not like they can suddenly undo what Kimblee did to them.]
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[She pulls away and a hand goes...right to the letters she's got, honestly.
...] You're a strong girl, Blue. For...making it through all of this. No matter how you did it.
[This is, essentially, meaning- it's water under the damn bridge.]
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Not that I'm complaining! I guess Sukuyo left a bigger impression, huh?
[She is still a little mad at Sukuyo.]
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So...I'm trying not to be a hypocrite, that's all.
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[That letter... That letter wasn't as nice to read as Yuuri's or Logan's, but...]
Well, if I'm gonna be honest, I agreed to it because at the time, I didn't care about any of you, and I was sure one of you would try to kill me anyway. There's not much to lose from an offer like that, and there's plenty to gain.
[...Honesty sucks.]
But if the thing that ruined it for me was not telling him about any of you, then that was worth it.
[Terrifying, but worth it.]
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...You know, I didn't really trust...any of you? For quite awhile. I was nervous about the trials, about speaking up...because I was afraid one of you would kill me. [And, well, obviously.
Apparently we're just going full honesty hour here.]
So...I really can't blame you. I just wanted to get home to everyone I cared about too...but... Well, if you'd told him and he had longer to prepare, to send the shadow after us, then... I might not be here right now.
In the end, I have to thank you.