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revivalproject2023-06-09 05:27 pm
playingtough) wrote in revivalproject2023-06-09 05:27 pm
Calibrations ◊ The Chain by Fleetwood Mac
WHO: Billy Hargrove & open
WHERE: Billy’s Calibration Room
WHAT: Calibrations event
WHEN: June 10 - July 10
WARNINGS: Memories are marked with CW/TW to help out
Mingle Post: Runaway by Bon Jovi
It’s a living room. A simple living room filled with 80s aesthetic of a Californian home. Except…
It’s broken. There’s large fissure that breaks the room into two halves and Billy sits on a worn couch that straddles it. There are framed pictures on the wall, but in each of them, the woman’s face has been torn or cut out. There’s holes in the wall the size of a grown man’s fist. There are lines like thin black veins jagged over some of the walls before they fade off.
On a coffee table in front of Billy, are a simple set of Chevy car keys with a metal California keychain attached to the ring. There's a glass enclosure over them, preventing someone from just grabbing them. To keep Billy from grabbing them.
No running from this, not for him.
On each of the four walls, there’s one open door. Thick fog rolling in different hues of red, with ashy flakes of grey, keep anyone from seeing what’s beyond the door’s frame. Things can be heard though. At one door, a plate smashing [cw: domestic abuse]; another has the sound of the ocean’s surf; door number three has no sounds but there’s heat, like a freshly opened sauna; and the last one has a telephone’s dial tone [cw: abandonment/child abuse].
He looks up at the... visitor and his blue eyes harden. “You shouldn’t be here.” But it's clear the guest can't leave the way they magically appeared.
WHERE: Billy’s Calibration Room
WHAT: Calibrations event
WHEN: June 10 - July 10
WARNINGS: Memories are marked with CW/TW to help out
Mingle Post: Runaway by Bon Jovi
It’s a living room. A simple living room filled with 80s aesthetic of a Californian home. Except…
It’s broken. There’s large fissure that breaks the room into two halves and Billy sits on a worn couch that straddles it. There are framed pictures on the wall, but in each of them, the woman’s face has been torn or cut out. There’s holes in the wall the size of a grown man’s fist. There are lines like thin black veins jagged over some of the walls before they fade off.
On a coffee table in front of Billy, are a simple set of Chevy car keys with a metal California keychain attached to the ring. There's a glass enclosure over them, preventing someone from just grabbing them. To keep Billy from grabbing them.
No running from this, not for him.
On each of the four walls, there’s one open door. Thick fog rolling in different hues of red, with ashy flakes of grey, keep anyone from seeing what’s beyond the door’s frame. Things can be heard though. At one door, a plate smashing [cw: domestic abuse]; another has the sound of the ocean’s surf; door number three has no sounds but there’s heat, like a freshly opened sauna; and the last one has a telephone’s dial tone [cw: abandonment/child abuse].
He looks up at the... visitor and his blue eyes harden. “You shouldn’t be here.” But it's clear the guest can't leave the way they magically appeared.
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"Y'know...when Harrington hit me, back in Max's room," he starts quietly. "...made me think of when my old man hit me in that memory." And if he hadn't been on the mend already, it probably would've turned more into a brawl, but Steve got lucky at least.
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He looks a bit awkward, knowing how he'd feel if Hargrove were to witness his abuse. "...you don't need me to tell you he's a dick right? We don't need to have the whole 'not your fault' conversation?" he mutters, fiddling absently with his rings and rocking on his heels to out some of that awkward tension.
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A shake of the head. "No, I know he is. It took a long time to realize that he was lying about a lot of stuff too. He always told me... that she left because of me. But I know that's wrong." Billy looks at Eddie, with his gaze hard and blues blazing. "I kept his ire on me. So Max wouldn't go through with it. I was an asshole to her so she'd complain to Neil and he'd keep at me and look past the shit she'd do."