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maskormenacelogs2014-04-17 11:31 am
enabeled) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-04-17 11:31 am
it's over, no longer, I feel it growing stronger
WHO: ABEL GIDEON, KATE BISHOP, BILLY KAPLAN
WHERE: Downtown Heropa
WHEN: 4/17, evening-ish
WHAT: Kate and Billy are on the case; it was Abel Gideon, in the office, with the surgical equipment.
WARNINGS: References to violence/torture.
[ He couldn't go home. Home would be the first place anyone might look for him should someone throw his name into the ring -- and Abel Gideon was not naive enough to think no one would -- and home was where Danger lived; he was not inclined to go where she might be right now, not while she was upset with him. He thought it would pass, but had not the sort of death wish to assume it wouldn't take a little time.
But with that in mind, he isn't particularly concerned about what happens next. This is how his crimes tend to go: Action, reaction, he does it and they know he did it. Maybe he does have freedom here, but freedom is a struggle for those without a purpose, without a history, without... self. He doesn't know what to do with himself these days, there is no order to his life except the troubling routines from a life once lived.
Chilton disappeared in the midst of Gideon's revenge, before he'd been able to complete it. Though in frustration he'd made some mess of the office -- not thinking, just breaking things, knocking them over -- now he has only his own apathy about recovery. There's nothing left to claim, is there? He may as well just take things now as they come.
Where he ends up is by a large fountain downtown, situated in a square bordered by palm trees, benches, and a 15-foot high clocktower behind him; he stands facing the fountain, looking into the clear rippling water as more pours itself in through the fountain's stone spouting structures. It's too clean for his reflection to be visible, but his hands are stained with blood up to the wrists and more blood stands out darkly on his pale grey shirt. He sits himself on the side of the fountain, pulling off his shirt and drenching it in the water so that he can begin to wring it out. As it and his hands part the surface, the water around him stains pink. ]
WHERE: Downtown Heropa
WHEN: 4/17, evening-ish
WHAT: Kate and Billy are on the case; it was Abel Gideon, in the office, with the surgical equipment.
WARNINGS: References to violence/torture.
[ He couldn't go home. Home would be the first place anyone might look for him should someone throw his name into the ring -- and Abel Gideon was not naive enough to think no one would -- and home was where Danger lived; he was not inclined to go where she might be right now, not while she was upset with him. He thought it would pass, but had not the sort of death wish to assume it wouldn't take a little time.
But with that in mind, he isn't particularly concerned about what happens next. This is how his crimes tend to go: Action, reaction, he does it and they know he did it. Maybe he does have freedom here, but freedom is a struggle for those without a purpose, without a history, without... self. He doesn't know what to do with himself these days, there is no order to his life except the troubling routines from a life once lived.
Chilton disappeared in the midst of Gideon's revenge, before he'd been able to complete it. Though in frustration he'd made some mess of the office -- not thinking, just breaking things, knocking them over -- now he has only his own apathy about recovery. There's nothing left to claim, is there? He may as well just take things now as they come.
Where he ends up is by a large fountain downtown, situated in a square bordered by palm trees, benches, and a 15-foot high clocktower behind him; he stands facing the fountain, looking into the clear rippling water as more pours itself in through the fountain's stone spouting structures. It's too clean for his reflection to be visible, but his hands are stained with blood up to the wrists and more blood stands out darkly on his pale grey shirt. He sits himself on the side of the fountain, pulling off his shirt and drenching it in the water so that he can begin to wring it out. As it and his hands part the surface, the water around him stains pink. ]