dramatispersonae | breeze's heart

[ Weren’t you walking up the steps to get into the building just a second ago? Now you’re clearly in a basement room—a makeshift hospital, by the looks of it. There are several cots lined up against the walls, their sheets turned down as if waiting for someone to occupy them. It’s obvious that someone had been trying to keep the place clean until recently, but now… Now there are medical supplies scattered everywhere, and worst of all, there are dead kids lying on the floor, lined up in rows, like tiny fallen soldiers. Their eyes stare sightlessly at the ceiling. A sick sense of acknowledgment hits you—these kids died because of something you did. At the same time, you don’t necessarily feel guilty. It’s just the truth. ]

[...]

[stepping further into the room, but he can't take his eyes off the kids on the ground]

[ Most of the kids look like they've been partially eaten, chunks of flesh torn away. Others seem to have died from some kind of illness. None of them look older than fourteen, and some are as young as preschoolers. ]

[...are there enough cots that each kid could be placed onto one?]

[ Yes, there seem to be. ]

[going to start carefully putting kids on cots and covering them with sheets...]

[ With every kid you cover up, you feel a greater sense of relief. You're glad you don't have to look at them anymore... to acknowledge them. ]

[...cautiously peels back the cover from one of the youngest kids.]

[ It feels like a good thing to leave some of the kids visible. ]

[we'll stick with leaving the younger kids visible then]

[ The room seems cleaner now, and the sense of relief is still with you. ]

[that's good...i think]

[lets try and clean up the supplies a bit too, if they're still scattered]

[ Now the room seems more organized! ]

[...good. that should do.]

[heading back out to the plaza, and going to the more shady part of it.]

[ As you get closer to the shady area, you can see that it’s a graveyard. Womp wooomp. Looks like it hasn’t been taken care of recently, with the weeds springing up… Many of the wooden markers have fallen forward on the grass. The entire place is a shambles, and that’s probably because a huge-ass golden statue of a teenage boy is practically blocking the rest of the path to the graveyard with its… hugeness. It looks like, in lieu of taking care of the graveyard, somebody has decided to focus all of their attention on keeping the statue as clean and awesome as possible. ]

[going to take a closer look at the huge-ass golden statue of the teenage boy]

[ The boy represented in the statue looks to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. He’s smiling, hands held out, a glowing green flame held in each cupped palm. There’s definitely something special about him, but… a statue like this, just for one kid, while everyone else gets, at best, a wooden cross? Seriously? ]

[hmm...gently touching the statue to see if there's any memory with it]

[ There's no memory when you touch the statue, but it feels strangely... hollow, as if despite the gold paint, there's really not much there... ]

[gently knocks on it, then looks to see if he can get around it]

[ It sounds hollow, too. But yes, you can get around it! ]

[going to get to work in making sure all the crosses are standing up at least]

[ Most of the names are written onto the crosses in marker. They look relatively fresh, despite the dilapidated conditions of the graves. ]

[reading a few as he carefully puts them up]

[ All of the dates indicate that everyone buried here died when they were younger than 15. ]

Re: perdido beach

grade3enabler - 2014-10-05 22:51 (UTC) - Expand