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revivalproject2023-08-16 12:58 am
crystalmaster) wrote in revivalproject2023-08-16 12:58 am
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I'm headed for a breakdown (OTA)
WHO: Radley and anyone, everyone
WHERE: The Warrens
WHAT: What he's up to
WHEN: Throughout August
WARNINGS: Hurt/Comfort, emotional meltdown. CW for prompt 2: Memories of being a prisoner and tortured by whipping and shock collar
1. Bruised and Battered (Arrival)
Radley is one of the last to arrive, due to trying to gather as many food supplies as possible. He keeps a cool head and tries to be a leader in getting everyone into the Warrens. Somewhere along the way, either outside or in the tunnels, he was hurt. His side throbs from a painful bruise, but he tries his hardest to conceal that. There's way too much going on and too many other things to worry about than him being hurt in a minor way, or that's how he thinks of it. He waits until he's sure everyone is getting settled in the Warrens before slipping off to be in pain alone. He lifts up the edge of his shirt, studying the bruised skin with a wince before lowering it again. He will keep trying to hide it unless he's caught here.
2. Not the Mines (Sometime in August)
No one likes being stuck down there, but the more they're stuck, the more Radley is heading for a meltdown. Underground, twisting tunnels, stranded ... it makes him think of the mines, even though it's not. It doesn't help that they really traveled through mines to get here. He always tries to put his mind to something else when those thoughts crop up. He doesn't have time for them.
But the truth is, he has a lot of time. There's not much to do aside from making food and he doesn't care to explore much when it brings up painful memories. Still, since there isn't much to do, he ends up wandering sometimes anyway.
One evening it just sort of hits him all at once and he sinks to his knees in some unknown corridor, shaking and hugging himself. "It's not the mines," he whispers. "It's not...."
But he keeps having a quiet meltdown anyway. He's been holding it back for too long and he finally sinks against the wall with a sob. He can still feel the whip on his back, hear the sizzle of the shock collar and feel the electricity coursing through his body. He never really had a chance to deal with the emotional fallout from that before being pulled from his world, and now he's crying and can't seem to stop.
Why? Why was I left behind? Why didn't anyone try to rescue me ... until it was almost too late....
He never understood. He still doesn't understand.
Maybe he was undeserving of rescue. Maybe he was supposed to suffer. Some blamed him for the mess in town, at least partially. Malcolm had been the one allowing torture of the miners, and Radley had been trying to stop him from fully taking over the town, but any time his Duelists had lost, they had ended up in Malcolm's mine.
Maybe he had been too greedy, even though his ultimate goal had been to protect the town. Maybe that was why he had been left behind and forgotten by everyone. Maybe it had only been just.
Here on this alien world, away from everyone in his home world, he still can't get any answers. But he still wants them. And he can't seem to stop the haunting memories from plaguing him.
WHERE: The Warrens
WHAT: What he's up to
WHEN: Throughout August
WARNINGS: Hurt/Comfort, emotional meltdown. CW for prompt 2: Memories of being a prisoner and tortured by whipping and shock collar
1. Bruised and Battered (Arrival)
Radley is one of the last to arrive, due to trying to gather as many food supplies as possible. He keeps a cool head and tries to be a leader in getting everyone into the Warrens. Somewhere along the way, either outside or in the tunnels, he was hurt. His side throbs from a painful bruise, but he tries his hardest to conceal that. There's way too much going on and too many other things to worry about than him being hurt in a minor way, or that's how he thinks of it. He waits until he's sure everyone is getting settled in the Warrens before slipping off to be in pain alone. He lifts up the edge of his shirt, studying the bruised skin with a wince before lowering it again. He will keep trying to hide it unless he's caught here.
2. Not the Mines (Sometime in August)
No one likes being stuck down there, but the more they're stuck, the more Radley is heading for a meltdown. Underground, twisting tunnels, stranded ... it makes him think of the mines, even though it's not. It doesn't help that they really traveled through mines to get here. He always tries to put his mind to something else when those thoughts crop up. He doesn't have time for them.
But the truth is, he has a lot of time. There's not much to do aside from making food and he doesn't care to explore much when it brings up painful memories. Still, since there isn't much to do, he ends up wandering sometimes anyway.
One evening it just sort of hits him all at once and he sinks to his knees in some unknown corridor, shaking and hugging himself. "It's not the mines," he whispers. "It's not...."
But he keeps having a quiet meltdown anyway. He's been holding it back for too long and he finally sinks against the wall with a sob. He can still feel the whip on his back, hear the sizzle of the shock collar and feel the electricity coursing through his body. He never really had a chance to deal with the emotional fallout from that before being pulled from his world, and now he's crying and can't seem to stop.
Why? Why was I left behind? Why didn't anyone try to rescue me ... until it was almost too late....
He never understood. He still doesn't understand.
Maybe he was undeserving of rescue. Maybe he was supposed to suffer. Some blamed him for the mess in town, at least partially. Malcolm had been the one allowing torture of the miners, and Radley had been trying to stop him from fully taking over the town, but any time his Duelists had lost, they had ended up in Malcolm's mine.
Maybe he had been too greedy, even though his ultimate goal had been to protect the town. Maybe that was why he had been left behind and forgotten by everyone. Maybe it had only been just.
Here on this alien world, away from everyone in his home world, he still can't get any answers. But he still wants them. And he can't seem to stop the haunting memories from plaguing him.
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"We had to squash so many people into such small places. A hotel got converted to house hundreds. Fire marshals would have hated us," he laughs.
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"I imagine it was. You guys did your best I expect."
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"Come on, let's get back and see what we can do for people."
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Back to putting on the facade again, but at least now he has the strength to do it. He wants to be useful and help.