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savetheearth2013-06-22 08:37 am
reckless_fire) wrote in savetheearth2013-06-22 08:37 am
Entry tags:
Action
Who: Kenji and OPEN
What: It's getting harder and harder to dodge that elephant--but he's giving it his best shot!
Where: On the pier at the beach
When: Saturday, June 22
Over the past week since the debacle in the mines, Kenji had avoided logging onto the network, for the most part. The few times he had looked in, most of the posts had been about what had happened down there, and...he didn't really want to think about that. Didn't want to think about it, didn't want to hear about it, and he sure as hell didn't want to talk about it. So aside from a few comments on posts dealing with safely innocuous matters, he'd dealt with the problem mostly by not dealing with it. So far, it had worked pretty well.
The damned jacket, though...that was a problem. It seemed to confirm everything about those bogus "memories" that he was trying to deny. And it was a determined bastard, too. In the week since it had suddenly appeared while he and Tadashi had been stuck in the mine, he'd tried throwing it away, donating it to Goodwill, and tossing it in a dumpster on the other side of town from where he lived. Each time, he'd found the damned thing draped over the back of the chair in his room the next morning--and if it was possible for a jacket to look smug, that one did.
So. Yeah. That son of a bitch had to go.
After it had made its way back to him from across town, Kenji had taken the jacket and tied it around his old bowling ball--his family hadn't gone bowling together since moving to Locke City anyway, and if the 'rents suddenly decided a family outing was in order, he'd just say that it had gotten lost in the move or something. Whatever. This was more important than bowling. Once he had the jacket weighted, he'd stuffed the whole thing into a spare duffel bag--another casualty of the move, if anyone asked--and had carried everything out to the pier. With any luck, this would get rid of the damned thing once and for all.
Standing at the end of the pier, he held the bag out over the side and dropped it into the water. A faint splash, and the bag containing the demon jacket hit the surface and quickly began to sink. A faint smile played about his lips as he watched the bag sink into the murky depths, presumably on its way to an extended stay in Davy Jones' Locker.
"Yeah...let's see you get outta that, Houdini."
What: It's getting harder and harder to dodge that elephant--but he's giving it his best shot!
Where: On the pier at the beach
When: Saturday, June 22
Over the past week since the debacle in the mines, Kenji had avoided logging onto the network, for the most part. The few times he had looked in, most of the posts had been about what had happened down there, and...he didn't really want to think about that. Didn't want to think about it, didn't want to hear about it, and he sure as hell didn't want to talk about it. So aside from a few comments on posts dealing with safely innocuous matters, he'd dealt with the problem mostly by not dealing with it. So far, it had worked pretty well.
The damned jacket, though...that was a problem. It seemed to confirm everything about those bogus "memories" that he was trying to deny. And it was a determined bastard, too. In the week since it had suddenly appeared while he and Tadashi had been stuck in the mine, he'd tried throwing it away, donating it to Goodwill, and tossing it in a dumpster on the other side of town from where he lived. Each time, he'd found the damned thing draped over the back of the chair in his room the next morning--and if it was possible for a jacket to look smug, that one did.
So. Yeah. That son of a bitch had to go.
After it had made its way back to him from across town, Kenji had taken the jacket and tied it around his old bowling ball--his family hadn't gone bowling together since moving to Locke City anyway, and if the 'rents suddenly decided a family outing was in order, he'd just say that it had gotten lost in the move or something. Whatever. This was more important than bowling. Once he had the jacket weighted, he'd stuffed the whole thing into a spare duffel bag--another casualty of the move, if anyone asked--and had carried everything out to the pier. With any luck, this would get rid of the damned thing once and for all.
Standing at the end of the pier, he held the bag out over the side and dropped it into the water. A faint splash, and the bag containing the demon jacket hit the surface and quickly began to sink. A faint smile played about his lips as he watched the bag sink into the murky depths, presumably on its way to an extended stay in Davy Jones' Locker.
"Yeah...let's see you get outta that, Houdini."