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paradisa2012-06-08 10:42 pm
workaphilic) wrote in paradisa2012-06-08 10:42 pm
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018 || written/dictated; (BACKDATED → late afternoonish)
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PARADISA
Obvious from the start. Not even worth the mental energy. Castle takes them, figuratively, literally. Castle brings them back. Cyclical. Pointless.
[He draws the underline hard enough to tear through the page. He exhales loudly, harshly (frustration, anger, noise) and there's the whine of a chair being dragged across hardwood.
The kidnappings, this "mirror" world, it's all been a blip to him. There was a flicker of interest, in the middle, but it's more or less resolved now, with all the justice-minded residents fighting the good fight to get their comrades home. Lovely story, really, all wrapped up in a bow.
But it's not helping anymore, this protracted game of tag they're playing with the castle. Been reduced to running in circles, chasing their tails. He's sick of it, has been. The only reason he's still playing is for the distraction, for the puzzle, a way to keep his mind from spinning itself off the rails.
(Kidnapping, 2007, 12-year-old girl tore her nails off her hands trying to claw her way out of a padded crate on a cargo ship.)
Makes him restless, irritable, nauseous. Psychological effects bleeding into physiological ones. The situation has always been an obviously temporary one, but this is becoming unlivable.
He needs a case.]
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[ Jim Moriarty ]
How long has it been, now? Three months? Three whole months and the place is just as placid and boring as it was before you decided to drop in. Didn't realize a magic castle was all it took to cow you. I expected better.
Come on, Jim. I'm waiting.
----
[When he speaks to the castle at large, it's with all of the frustration pressed out of his tone. He's calm, musing -- and almost pleasant. He doesn't even really care if anyone's paying attention to this page of the journal.]
Stirring, isn't it, the camaraderie in this place. Some of these people you know, most of them you don't, and here you are, furiously scribbling away to pull them out from under the castle's thumb. Unified force against a common enemy.
[There's a small pause. If he's being sarcastic or derisive he doesn't really sound like it.]
Makes one wonder.
PARADISA
Obvious from the start. Not even worth the mental energy. Castle takes them, figuratively, literally. Castle brings them back. Cyclical. Pointless.
[He draws the underline hard enough to tear through the page. He exhales loudly, harshly (frustration, anger, noise) and there's the whine of a chair being dragged across hardwood.
The kidnappings, this "mirror" world, it's all been a blip to him. There was a flicker of interest, in the middle, but it's more or less resolved now, with all the justice-minded residents fighting the good fight to get their comrades home. Lovely story, really, all wrapped up in a bow.
But it's not helping anymore, this protracted game of tag they're playing with the castle. Been reduced to running in circles, chasing their tails. He's sick of it, has been. The only reason he's still playing is for the distraction, for the puzzle, a way to keep his mind from spinning itself off the rails.
(Kidnapping, 2007, 12-year-old girl tore her nails off her hands trying to claw her way out of a padded crate on a cargo ship.)
Makes him restless, irritable, nauseous. Psychological effects bleeding into physiological ones. The situation has always been an obviously temporary one, but this is becoming unlivable.
He needs a case.]
----
[ Jim Moriarty ]
How long has it been, now? Three months? Three whole months and the place is just as placid and boring as it was before you decided to drop in. Didn't realize a magic castle was all it took to cow you. I expected better.
Come on, Jim. I'm waiting.
----
[When he speaks to the castle at large, it's with all of the frustration pressed out of his tone. He's calm, musing -- and almost pleasant. He doesn't even really care if anyone's paying attention to this page of the journal.]
Stirring, isn't it, the camaraderie in this place. Some of these people you know, most of them you don't, and here you are, furiously scribbling away to pull them out from under the castle's thumb. Unified force against a common enemy.
[There's a small pause. If he's being sarcastic or derisive he doesn't really sound like it.]
Makes one wonder.
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I'm not sure one could claim real conquest when their only task was to doodle on a page for a couple of days. I think this is the most boring rescue attempt I've ever witnessed. I suppose an army of poets is not to be undervalued.
What's the finale going to be like? Will there be a mural, or a written play?
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Hope not. Their communication skills leave something to be desired.
A for effort, though.
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[ Not a grading system she's used to. Letters, what? Maybe F for Fail makes sense. ]
Too lenient.
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Their emotions are raw, their poetry and frantic art a cry from their souls. It bleeds black and white on the pages, but the reality is so much more colorful, so much more vibrant. They're like rats in a cage, slowly learning, turning on each other, poking their noses through the openings... Ah, it should be so much more entertaining than it is.
The excitement must be elsewhere.
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You're assuming there's excitement to be found anywhere.
dictated;
You sound like you're one of those right now. Concerned for someone?
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dictated; LATE AS HELL I'm sorryyyy
dictated; NO WORRIES DEARHEART ♥
Some of us just aren't so easily entertained.
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