Week 6.

[trustharder]

WEEK 6 The number of Survivors left is dropping at a quick pace; the King got what he wanted, for better or for worse; Tarrlok and Lynne were victims of both fate and some sort of magic that most in the Vault still don't quite understand, and Misa Amane has been executed, not for her particular brand of "justice", but for murdering two innocent people. It's been a bad week. However, Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; there aren't any bodies to be found on Sunday morning. But that doesn't mean the night was uneventful - it seems something else may have brought you some newfound clarity. Or perhaps not... Once again, that spiral staircase leads farther than you remember, clear up to a previously inaccessible sixth floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; you've done well. You've earned it. SURVIVORS REMAINING: 14

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week six of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains!

The text and calling posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

Comments

[amygdalae]

[It's okay Cherryblod, Bruce isn't... really noticing that much. Well he knows its happening, but--]

Sorry, I-- [Sorry, sorry, sorry. That's all he can say, can do. Everything he does is an apology; he's shaped his fucking life into an apology. But it won't be enough. It'll never be enough.

His breathing quickens a little as Bruce struggles to just not lose it right there and then. It's a dream, it should be just a dream but he's had the doubts and the proof is telling him otherwise but he doesn't want to believe but what if, what if.]

[cherryblooded]

Shh. Shhh. There's nothing you have to be sorry to me for.

[Just going to finish cleaning him up as best as he can.]

You should probably wash these soon if you don't want them to stain.

[amygdalae]

--okay.

[Bruce feels like a child, like he's ten and lost and still trying so hard to understand why everything around him was happening the way it was. It's all he can do to just keep Cherryblod's words in mind as he clumsily gets out of the chair he's sitting on, staring at the stains on his jumpsuit and looking totally lost on what to do with them.]

[cherryblooded]

Do you need my help with that?

[He's kind of worried about leaving Bruce alone at the moment, for any reason.]

[amygdalae]

No.

[The response is fast--too fast, as if its coming out on instinct rather than anything else. And that's really not too far from the truth.

Nobody can help him with the problems that he has.]

[cherryblooded]

...Do you want my company anyway?

[Okay, so he can't help, but he'd feel better knowing Bruce wasn't about to have a panic attack in the hallway.]

[amygdalae]

I...

[The 'no' is already wanting to come out but he can't voice it out somehow, and it stays there as Bruce just--pauses, all the uncertainty coming back to him once more. It shows pretty clearly on his face, too.]

[cherryblooded]

[After waiting for an answer, and being sure he isn't going to get one, Cherryblod speaks again.]

Would it make things better or worse if I hugged you right now?

just hug him pls

[amygdalae]

[The question clearly catches Bruce off guard and he stares at Cherryblod as if he had grown a second head or something. He doesn't ask, but the 'what' is clear enough on his face.]

Kay

[cherryblooded]

[Close enough to an answer. Cherryblod approaches him slowly before wrapping his arms around him in a gentle hug.]

[amygdalae]

[Cherryblod's slow approach is enough to warn him of what happens, but it surprises him all the same, and he notably freezes up at the hug, arms staying at his sides, not responding at all whatsoever. It's pretty clear how unused he is to such gestures at all.]

[cherryblooded]

Shh. Shhhh.

[Cherryblod rubs his back, trying to be soothing.]

It's alright. You're here, and you're with me, and no one is trying to hurt you.

[amygdalae]

[The gesture from Cherryblod comforts just as much as it confuses - he knows this is supposed to be comforting, yes, but its been so long since he had anything like this that he just... doesn't know how to respond at all. The last time he had this was when Betty was still part of his life. She was always good with comforting him when he needed it.

But he left her behind. He left that entire life behind, and that should be better and the life in his dreams had been better and now--

Bruce lets out a choked sound and squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself to not lose it entirely. He doesn't deserve this - being alive, this sort of comfort, even the people here who depend on him. He's always been a mess and that clearly isn't going to change.]

[cherryblooded]

...It's okay if you let it out. It's alright if you cry, or scream, or get upset. We'll be fine.

[He knows this might fall on deaf ears again, even as he continues to hold Bruce and stroke his back. But he has to at least try.]

[amygdalae]

[He knows Cherryblod has the best of intentions - and Bruce knows that he can't bottle it all in - but at the same time he just can't. He's spent so long controlling himself, keeping his emotions in check that its second nature at this point. He doesn't want to let everyone know just how broken he is inside, how if they looked in they'd just see nothing. There's nothing in him but hopelessness and despair.

He can only shake his head, emotions and words caught in his throat and refusing to come out. He just... he just needs a moment more, Cherryblod. He'll be alright. Somehow.]

[cherryblooded]

[Not working, huh. He thought that might be the case.

Then there's really nothing for him to do but keep hugging Bruce and wait for him to calm down by himself. He wishes he was more useful - could actually get through to his friend so this doesn't just happen again.

But, there's no way. He's tried everything he's thought of.]

Shhh.

[amygdalae]

[It takes a while longer - and its clear that its probably not long enough - but Bruce eventually starts to pull himself away from Cherryblod. It's slow and clearly a bit unwilling, but he does so anyway. Cherryblod shouldn't have to deal with any of this, just as nobody else does.]

[cherryblooded]

[Reluctantly, Cherryblod lets go. Bruce could stay in his arms longer, if he wanted - but he doesn't want to, so Cherryblod won't keep him.]

Any better?

[amygdalae]

No.

[It's honest, at least, even if its probably not the answer that Cherryblod wants.]

...but I'll manage.

[cherryblooded]

[It's not the answer he would prefer, but it's the one he expected.]

I'm here for you, if you decide you need me.

[amygdalae]

...I'll keep it in mind.

[It's not quite a 'thank you' but its the close Bruce can come to voice as such at the moment.]

[cherryblooded]

[Well. It's something.]

You can probably manage washing your jumpsuit without help, I think.

[amygdalae]

...don't worry about me.

[He can wash a jumpsuit without breaking down. Probably.]

[cherryblooded]

You know who you're telling not to worry, right?

[Come on. Even in a state like this, he should know that's an unreasonable request.]

[amygdalae]

I thought I'd give it a try.

[A very weak smile.]