Entry tags:
Holly Heights Mailbox + Phone + Inventory
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Gau Meguro
Father:
Mother: Dahlia Hawthorne (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
coreopsideae )
Sibling: Minatsuki Tamaki (medacium )
Mother: Dahlia Hawthorne (
coreopsideae ) Sibling: Minatsuki Tamaki (
medacium ) Voicemail
(555) 587-8423
(555) 587-8423
"Hello, this is Gau Meguro! I'm sorry that I can't answer you right now, so please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can!"
Beep!
Beep!
Earned inventory:
-- Salary from the Agito, working as a waiter/staff from November 10th 2013 onward
-- Regain coupon, gained from the sticker event
-- Regain coupon + $1200, gained from being on island 11 for the castaway event.
--Receipt for $200 + banner with COMPLETE FAILURE on it from paintball event
-- Salary from the Agito, working as a waiter/staff from November 10th 2013 onward
-- Regain coupon, gained from the sticker event
-- Regain coupon + $1200, gained from being on island 11 for the castaway event.
--Receipt for $200 + banner with COMPLETE FAILURE on it from paintball event
--$200 receipt + t-shirt that reads I SURVIVED DARE-PALOOZA AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS STUPID T-SHIRT from dare event
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It didn't matter what Badou said next, or that Gau would be disappointed later that he failed to listen to such important information, or that it aligned with what conclusion he had already come to himself.
The confirmation itself, those three words spat at him, are what make his entire body freeze, those rapid and panicked breaths stop short and he's sliding down to the floor, facing Badou and arms open at his side.
(Blood drips onto his chest, and it's a depressing thought to think that if he weren't in a hospital gown and in that stupid sweatervest of his, he wouldn't even care right now)
Gau Meguro, the boy who always stood up to whatever force was headed this way, never backed down and always had a word to say, was temporarily crushed by just three words, thrown to the ground and left wordless.
"What'd he do to you?"]
....
He... Before I could...
[Words weren't coming because he felt his throat crushing in, like that man's hands were on it again, it was suffocating-
He had to take action, in what way he could. Gau Meguro was always taking action, and he couldn't stop now.
In the end, it was easy for Gau to raise his shaking hands, place one over his mouth, and wrap the other around his throat...
...because he felt them there already.]
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[some of them screamed, while rough hands clutched at too-thin limbs. some of them cried in high whimpers, asking for moms and dads they probably never had in the first place. some of them just snuffed out, like candles, leaving a darkened face and loss dripping out of every pore like wax]
[just because he's seen it before doesn't mean he's numb to it, doesn't mean he isn't sometimes (often) there himself, heels dug into a razor's edge of sanity when all he fucking wants to do is jump the hell off it, because it hurts too much]
[Badou doesn't move quickly, jerkily, like he usually does. it's with slow, nearly braindead movements that he approaches the other, softlysoftly, not as if Gau were some kind of spooked animal (that's how that metaphor goes, doesn't it?) but as if Gau were some kind of person, that needed a moment of something gentle after life ...hadn't been]
[he's not gentle, but Badou doesn't mind (has never minded) lying, and it's with quiet, gentle movements and quiet, gentle breath (that don't match the angry eye and the tight stitch-together of thin lips) that he sits beside the other boy]
[after a moment, he extends out an arm not around his shoulders (not so close to the neck, because Badou hated it when people touched his face, hated it) but around the elder's lower back, just beneath the ribs (he can just feel them against the pads of his fingers, blunt and young and stupid, like they are)]
[Badou doesn't ask are you okay, because he's not, he might never be after this, but he does say in a blank, half-broken tone (not gentle -- he can only lie so much to himself)]
I'll kill 'im, if you tell me who it was.
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(But he wasn't touching his shoulders, or his neck, and despite having more of the space around him occupied, Gau felt the pressure at his throat lessen.)
The question, the "kill", snapped him back to cold, drafty reality in an instant.
Gau was quick to act, but not irrational. He knew what he saw, who did it, and the consequences of it. But that wasn't the entire story, and he knows that it won't be solved with murder as vengeance, not now, not when all the facts weren't in place.]
Badou-san...
[He shifted slightly, and maybe it was just a coincidence of how their bodies were positioned, but his head came to slightly rest against the bone of Badou's shoulder as he looked down to the ground, away from Badou's strangely angry eye and strangely comforting posture. It couldn't be comfortable, but he wasn't moving. Not yet.]
How... How many more victims are there?
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[his head feels like it's wrapped in cotton, because it's sinking in, that this isn't a conversation with himself, that Gau is breathingbleeding against him, and his pulse is rapid and, for now (always just for now, that was for damn sure) unended]
Eight -- nine.
[nine, including you goes unsaid]
[Badou's not soft, nor sturdy; he's not the type of person that you'd lay on for warmth, or lean on for support, all slapped together hurriedly with cold angles and unabashed bird-bones]
[but if Meguro -- if Gau just needs a body to hold onto, a body that isn't hurting him, he can be that, at least (but only messily, unevenly; the blood from Gau's broken nose will stain both their clothes as testament to that)]
Weda, Barnaby, Balfour, Aoi, Japan, Tsugumi, Yozora, an' Tessa.
[the list is rattled off thoughtlessly, because he hasn't thought much about the other victims (there isn't enough room in his heart or lungs for empathy, all poked through with holes of loss as they are)]
[he doesn't let it go; he'll gladly sink his teeth in hard to anything that squirms]
I mean it. If you tell me -- since when do you ever shut up, anyway...
[(except that time you were dead, a few hours ago)]
[Badou trails off, hot fever at his throat like phantom hands are at Gau's]
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It was lost in the flurry of hyperventilation, tachycardia and shaky memories, but the room, his body and limbs, were cold- very cold, cold enough that shivers ran down his spine between stuttered breaths.
He rattles off the names of other cold, dead bodies who had great injustice committed against them, and Gau could only feel warmth.
He knew it was clouding his vision. As the last of the bitter names was spat out, Gau moved his cheek from Badou's shoulder, took a deep breath, and stared into the other boy's eye, bloodied and pale and living.]
...Badou-san, you can't kill him.
[Completely assured, and rebellious on two counts. It was clear it was not dropping the honorific any time soon, or doubting his statement.]
I believe in equal justice. I believe that my killer should be punished for what he did to me and what he did to the other victims. Trying to kill him and putting yourself in danger isn't justice! It's not worth it!
[His voice cracks like a twig and he bites it back. Experience fuels his words and he sees a boy about to sprint down the same path that Raikou took him by the hand away from.]
Even if he is killed here, he'll only come back. He'll come back, and if he was so willing to murder that many people, he won't find punishment for his actions.
...
Raikou-san will want to kill this man as well. [He knows that much for certain.] I can't let it happen this way.
[He narrows his eyes, pleading in the face of his own racing thoughts-]
Until there is a true justice system in this place that actually will serve as punishment... You can't sacrifice yourself!
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[Badou hasn't believed in justice for what feels like a long, long time]
[violence has proven itself, over and over and over again, to be easier to find evidence for]
It'll just fall through the cracks. Get forgotten.
[it was funny, to think of how many times he'd been told people aren't like that here. it was really fucking hilarious, with a boy next to him, cold and pale and risen from the fucking grave]
[Badou's arm around the other doesn't tighten (boy-animals don't like to be constrained, even if he was pretending he wasn't one), but it doesn't falter, either]
That's what happens.