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quietplacelogs2018-03-03 09:30 pm
deadboywalking) wrote in quietplacelogs2018-03-03 09:30 pm
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you can color my world with sunshine every day
Featuring: Will Byers deadboywalking and you~
What's happening: General March catch-all business
Day/s: Throughout March (3/02-3/31)
Content warning: panic attacks, ptsd, mentions of self-harm, possession, death, suicidal ideation (all in prompt 3)
i. casa de wheeler-byer
[So Will and Mike have a house now, which is an excellent thing for two eighth-graders to have. It's small, just enough for the two of them, and Will is obsessed with it. He's barely left it since the first day it appeared, busy painting every single wall with the variety of art supplies he got from Eddie.
One wall is a forest, one is a lake, another is a field with the sun shining and the sky a brilliant blue (and a rainbow ofc), and another is a literal castle. Will's working on this last one now, in the living room, sitting cross-legged so he can work on the details of every single stone in the outer wall, the links in the chain of the drawbridge, the sprigs of bright green grass along the moat. He's got paint all over him, in his hair, smudged on his face, on his clothes.
He hasn't been this happy in weeks. Since before coming to Reims. Since before the Upside-Down. He's in a focused, intent trance, but he's calm and happy enough that any visitors would be welcomed.]
ii. do you take commissions?
[Now that Will has his art supplies back, he's on a roll. He's already helped Kara and Faith redecorate, as well as made a sign for Majima, so why not offer his services to more people who might need it?
Hence:] un: willthewise - if anyone needs anything drawn or painted or any signs or anything done, let me or mike know. it's really grey and sad here, so i wanna help it be a little more colorful, if i can. mike's usually at fight club, and i'm at castle wheeler-byers. it's got a sign, you can't miss it.
i'll also be doing illustrations for mike's book of monsters thing, so if you gave him anything for that and want to make sure i did it right, come by.
iii. because a vision softly creeping left it's seeds while i was sleeping; open to close CR
[Most days are good ones. Will has settled in to a routine here in Reims -- go to Fight Club with Mike, visit his friends, draw or paint or sketch late into the night. Try and stay out of trouble -- nothing stupid or risky, stay away from the monsters. Help out where-ever he can. It's not perfect, it's not home, but Will's sort of happy here.
On the good days.
But then there are the bad ones. Sometimes it's a nightmare, sometimes it's a smell or a sight or a barely-audible sound. Sometimes Will just wakes up and he knows already it's going to be one of the bad days. He'll try to go through his routine like normal, try to pretend that everything's okay, but then there'll be that one tiny thing that flips the switch in his brain and --
-- and he's back, he's riding home from mike's and something is chasing him, he's in the shed with the rifle, no he's in the shed tied to a chair, no he's not in the shed he's in castle byers and there's something growingfesteringliving in his lungs and his throat and his stomach, no he's in the field behind school and it's in his ears in his eyes in his mouth and arms and legs and mind and bones and it's walking for him talking for him killing for him, he's in the upside-down and he's so so cold, he's in the lab and there are needles in his arms, he's in the lab and bob is dying bleeding screaming and he's happy he's so happy it's exactly as he planned, he's in the shed and tapping out C L O S E G A T E C L O S E G A T E K I L L I T K I L L M E K I L L M E --
and in reality Will is sitting hunched over on the front steps of his house in Reims, doubled almost in half, absolutely still, absolutely silent, because he has his wrist shoved into his mouth and he's biting down as hard as he can to keep from screaming.
Because he has to be quiet.]
deadboywalking and you~What's happening: General March catch-all business
Day/s: Throughout March (3/02-3/31)
Content warning: panic attacks, ptsd, mentions of self-harm, possession, death, suicidal ideation (all in prompt 3)
i. casa de wheeler-byer
[So Will and Mike have a house now, which is an excellent thing for two eighth-graders to have. It's small, just enough for the two of them, and Will is obsessed with it. He's barely left it since the first day it appeared, busy painting every single wall with the variety of art supplies he got from Eddie.
One wall is a forest, one is a lake, another is a field with the sun shining and the sky a brilliant blue (and a rainbow ofc), and another is a literal castle. Will's working on this last one now, in the living room, sitting cross-legged so he can work on the details of every single stone in the outer wall, the links in the chain of the drawbridge, the sprigs of bright green grass along the moat. He's got paint all over him, in his hair, smudged on his face, on his clothes.
He hasn't been this happy in weeks. Since before coming to Reims. Since before the Upside-Down. He's in a focused, intent trance, but he's calm and happy enough that any visitors would be welcomed.]
ii. do you take commissions?
[Now that Will has his art supplies back, he's on a roll. He's already helped Kara and Faith redecorate, as well as made a sign for Majima, so why not offer his services to more people who might need it?
Hence:] un: willthewise - if anyone needs anything drawn or painted or any signs or anything done, let me or mike know. it's really grey and sad here, so i wanna help it be a little more colorful, if i can. mike's usually at fight club, and i'm at castle wheeler-byers. it's got a sign, you can't miss it.
i'll also be doing illustrations for mike's book of monsters thing, so if you gave him anything for that and want to make sure i did it right, come by.
iii. because a vision softly creeping left it's seeds while i was sleeping; open to close CR
[Most days are good ones. Will has settled in to a routine here in Reims -- go to Fight Club with Mike, visit his friends, draw or paint or sketch late into the night. Try and stay out of trouble -- nothing stupid or risky, stay away from the monsters. Help out where-ever he can. It's not perfect, it's not home, but Will's sort of happy here.
On the good days.
But then there are the bad ones. Sometimes it's a nightmare, sometimes it's a smell or a sight or a barely-audible sound. Sometimes Will just wakes up and he knows already it's going to be one of the bad days. He'll try to go through his routine like normal, try to pretend that everything's okay, but then there'll be that one tiny thing that flips the switch in his brain and --
-- and he's back, he's riding home from mike's and something is chasing him, he's in the shed with the rifle, no he's in the shed tied to a chair, no he's not in the shed he's in castle byers and there's something growingfesteringliving in his lungs and his throat and his stomach, no he's in the field behind school and it's in his ears in his eyes in his mouth and arms and legs and mind and bones and it's walking for him talking for him killing for him, he's in the upside-down and he's so so cold, he's in the lab and there are needles in his arms, he's in the lab and bob is dying bleeding screaming and he's happy he's so happy it's exactly as he planned, he's in the shed and tapping out C L O S E G A T E C L O S E G A T E K I L L I T K I L L M E K I L L M E --
and in reality Will is sitting hunched over on the front steps of his house in Reims, doubled almost in half, absolutely still, absolutely silent, because he has his wrist shoved into his mouth and he's biting down as hard as he can to keep from screaming.
Because he has to be quiet.]
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[He'd just wanted it to be over with, by the end.]
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[ Majima had to admit he wasn't sure how he'd feel about himself in that situation... but neither did it seem right to just leave it there. After a moment's hesitation: ]
Ain't really the same thing, but... I was locked up somewhere for a long time. When they brought me in, they told me most guys down there ended up beggin' to die.
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Did you?
cw: allusions to torture and death
No. But I heard it.
It was real hard to keep track of time down there. Sometimes, one of them would stop... and I wouldn't hear 'em ever again. Next time, it'd be someone new.
...And those were tough fuckin' dudes.
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...how come...you didn't? Go crazy?
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[ The shivers weren't lost on Majima, but --
How you made it through without cracking's a mystery...
Maybe he already was a little crazy. Who joined up with the yakuza unless they had a screw or two loose? Or maybe... ]
Maybe because I had somethin' left to do, no matter what.
[ He glanced back at Will. ]
Point is, I don't think anyone could blame ya after all ya been through. You said you wanted to make a fresh start, right? Then you gotta let some of that shit go. You don't, it's gonna keep eatin' at ya.
...That's the advice they gave me, anyhow.
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I think...you made it because you're brave. Cause you don't give up easy.
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[ Majima's tone suggested he thought it was definitely the latter. He didn't feel particularly brave, though he hadn't remembered feeling all that fearful, either.
What he did remember was desperation. Doubt. Even despair. ]
Anyway, that's why I was up nights. Always figured you were up for about the same reason.
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[Whoops, he believes in you, Majima. Deal with it.]
Yeah. Just...remembering stuff. Mostly that, but...some other things. I can remember my mom screaming, a lot. I can remember...burning and...stuff.
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Well, I think you're pretty brave, too. So deal with it.
[ Fair was fair, Will. Now you must accept this title. ]
I wish I could tell ya something that'd make it all fade away, but if there's anything like that, I ain't found it yet. It's better now than it was a year ago, though.
Do ya know if your mom and the others made it alright? If they killed that thing?
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Then, more somber:] Do you think it keeps getting better? Every year?
No. I mean, I hope they did, but...I don't know.
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Yeah, from what I've seen. Anniversaries're bad, 'cause you start remembering the time of year it happened. But most of the time, it starts slipping away from ya bit by bit.
[ Which reminded him that April was probably rolling around soon -- the thought left a bitter taste on his tongue. ]
I hope they did, too. If anyone'd make it, I bet it'd be your mom.
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Yeah. She got me back once. Maybe she could do it again.
let's end here?
[ Majima put out his right arm for a handshake to cap it all off. C'mon, Joyce! You can totally do it! ]
YEH