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patheticvillain) wrote2014-04-21 06:40 pm
patheticvillain) wrote2014-04-21 06:40 pm
Entry tags:
thirty-four ➢ voice + spam
Czeslaw's gone. His door and everything is blank.
. . . I don't really think he made many friends while he was here, but. I'm going to light a candle for him, if anybody wants to join me.
spam } chapel
[It's quiet and still in here, which is good; it matches how Cassel is feeling. Quiet and still, like a windless world. He doesn't know what to make of this reaction. He can feel himself grieving, but it's muted, as though muffled by layers and layers of cloth.]
[With aching fingers he carves Czeslaw's name into a white candle, uses his lighter to light it. After a moment of watching the flame, he carves another name - Slevin's - into another candle, and Daneca's into a third, and hopes (doesn't pray) that they wake.]
. . . I don't really think he made many friends while he was here, but. I'm going to light a candle for him, if anybody wants to join me.
spam } chapel
[It's quiet and still in here, which is good; it matches how Cassel is feeling. Quiet and still, like a windless world. He doesn't know what to make of this reaction. He can feel himself grieving, but it's muted, as though muffled by layers and layers of cloth.]
[With aching fingers he carves Czeslaw's name into a white candle, uses his lighter to light it. After a moment of watching the flame, he carves another name - Slevin's - into another candle, and Daneca's into a third, and hopes (doesn't pray) that they wake.]
Voice
Voice
He sets a pretty high standard. I don't know, man.
Voice
Voice
Or we should just accept we're second string.
Voice
Voice