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paradisa2013-10-30 09:58 am
hard_talker) wrote in paradisa2013-10-30 09:58 am
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570 - This Concludes Our Broadcast Day (backdated to last night)
[being a ferret was not exactly Mark's idea of a good month, especially since he got to see everything first hand, and watch people suffer through what the castle had put them through ... and not be able to say anything. when it had turned him and Nora into inanimate objects, that had been bad enough, but this ... this wasn't just insulting, it was demoralizing, and he needed someone to talk to about it, someone who'd help set him back on a nice, even keel before he lost his shit completely. and after everyone who's come and gone, the only one left he can really think of that wouldn't be busy is his "Aunt" Phoebe.
finding her, too, gone, well ... he doesn't even bother saying anything. he just goes to find Nora.
and that evening, packages start arriving at people's doors. maybe he did a drop and dash, maybe the ghosts delivered them, but they arrive, just the same. and at good old 10 PM, the music starts.
the music starts, and it doesn't stop.
this time, he'll just let it speak for itself. because he has a feeling, as he hoists his backpack up on his shoulder, reaches for Nora's hand, and squeezes it tight, that if he starts talking tonight, he might just stay. that the castle might just worm its way into his head again and do ... whatever it is that it does. and he's done with it. he's done with all of it.]
finding her, too, gone, well ... he doesn't even bother saying anything. he just goes to find Nora.
and that evening, packages start arriving at people's doors. maybe he did a drop and dash, maybe the ghosts delivered them, but they arrive, just the same. and at good old 10 PM, the music starts.
the music starts, and it doesn't stop.
this time, he'll just let it speak for itself. because he has a feeling, as he hoists his backpack up on his shoulder, reaches for Nora's hand, and squeezes it tight, that if he starts talking tonight, he might just stay. that the castle might just worm its way into his head again and do ... whatever it is that it does. and he's done with it. he's done with all of it.]