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Ellie Linton ([personal profile] inhell) wrote in [personal profile] lastrat 2014-01-11 02:21 am (UTC)

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[ A pause, then: ]

You know, some people rise up to meet danger, but some people just let it swallow them? [ She glances to him for confirmation. ] Homer was one of the first kind. He was daft, invented this game called Greek Roulette where you go around bashing your head against windows in turn, and if the window breaks on your skull you have to pay. And he lit trails of kerosene across the road to frighten passing cars.

But when everything started, he really became responsible, grown-up. He started figuring out what to do next. He was our strength.

Chris was the second kind.

He started drinking. Whenever we'd hide in a house, he'd raid their grog, you could smell it on him. Before noon, even. Or when we were planning to attack or sneak past something. He started writing in his notebook all the time, this crazy poetry - these images. It was really good. But he never talked to anyone about it. Finally we went off without him for a while, and we got delayed at the other end.

When we came back, we found him dead. Pinned. He didn't even die right away. Nobody killed him, it wasn't a battle. He was just gone.

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