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driftfleet2016-06-05 02:45 pm
theroadwarrior) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-05 02:45 pm
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[Closed-ish] and here's the flipside
Who: Max Rockatansky (still 22... for a bit...) and you.
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Iskaulit, Starstruck, etc.
When: the days before the 8th. Follow-up to his first post. It may also involve threads after Max reverts back, to keep things all together.
Max slowly reverts back to his old ways -- and it's terrifying.
Warnings for mental illness, PTSD, and the situations that may arise from them! There will be top comments for different people inside; if you're interested in tagging into this with Max as he reverts back to older!Max, hit me up via PP on plurk or PM, and we can flesh something out!)
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Iskaulit, Starstruck, etc.
When: the days before the 8th. Follow-up to his first post. It may also involve threads after Max reverts back, to keep things all together.
Max slowly reverts back to his old ways -- and it's terrifying.
Warnings for mental illness, PTSD, and the situations that may arise from them! There will be top comments for different people inside; if you're interested in tagging into this with Max as he reverts back to older!Max, hit me up via PP on plurk or PM, and we can flesh something out!)
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It's safe here. We didn't have many safe places in our world ... I like to make sure there's always a safe place here. [And her quarters on her ship is the easiest to ensure.]
You have come here before. [She's not sure if he knows he's been here, or if she should really be telling him, but uncertainty can be as much of a killer as a sour truth. She'd keep it brief, concise, leave out the details and speculation and stick with the immediate.]
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I've come here before. Alright.
[He rubs his hands over his face.]
I'm remembering things I shouldn't. We've fought before. You almost broke my nose. I threw sand at your eyes; I was a monster, some kind of feral psychotic. I can remember some f'it. Don't want to, but I can see it.
[Things trickling in. Frightening things.
Some of which he's pretending is made up.
Because he can't think of the alternative: that it's all true.]
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[She wondered why this was happening to him, but it was an invisible enemy; this wasn't something she could protect him from.] You were just trying to survive. You weren't the worst obstacle I've encountered.
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There are bits and pieces, memories needing shape. Needing clarity.]
Why were we fighting...?
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