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thesphererp2020-11-15 01:11 am
gristle) wrote in thesphererp2020-11-15 01:11 am
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CW: Abandonment issues, not being recognized by the people you love.
[This room was larger than the others had been, it was larger and cleaner. It was definitely brighter that was for sure. It’s brighter and has the familiar golden light of the Sphere, and it almost seems like there’s some sort of festival going on. The atmosphere around her seems like that. Crowd sounds fill the room, people laughing and talking with familiar sounding voices. The hand that had been so tightly gripped around her sword as she’d stepped into this new room went a little slack, and Bev’s eyes went a little wide when she spotted familiar long past faces in the crowd.]
Aaron?
[Bev’s voice is so hopeful and she wants to believe in it so badly. But the man just looks at her and tries to be kind, of course he tries to be kind because he’s Aaron. But his voice is soft.] Sorry do I know you?
[That’s not unusual for people who come and go from the Sphere even if it still sucks every time. So not trusting her voice, Bev just draws back and pulls away from him with a shake of her head.
And then as she moves back into Jason as Bev tries to escape. She stares at him and he just looks at her and she knows he doesn’t know who she is. Bev doesn’t even try to talk around the calcifying lump in her throat. Tommy just goes flying by and he doesn’t stop.
Then she tears off into a run and collides with another familiar face. One who hasn’t left. One who was still there because Beverly has literally just seen him. ]
Richard?
[He just raises a brow at her and crosses his arms crossed his chest as he peers down at her.]
I don’t believe I know you so I don’t think you have any business calling me by my first name.
Nononononononono—
[the single word forms into a rapid fire chant as she turns and runs away from him, shoving through a crowd that she knows every member of but who look at her like they’ve never seen her before rather than giving her their familiar smile or greeting. All of her friends, her family, the people she loves… they don’t know her at all.
Bev runs faster, but she’s at the beginning of the crowd even before she realizes that she should have reached the end. She keeps running. She runs again. Then she runs again until she’s panting and gasping. Leaning forward and resting her hands on her knees as she pants to get her breath back the worst of it hits.
The shadows in the sunlight are as familiar to her as her own. As her eyelashes squeeze shut, she crumples to the ground, because this is going to be worse than anything else and she knows it. Richie’s voice comes through first:]
I don’t think this girl is alright.
[Then Eddie’s:]
Yeah, she sure does look like a sad sack doesn’t she.
[And then, worst of all: Stan’s.]
We should just leave her alone. It’s not any of our business. She’s not any of our business.
[Then without saying a word in response, Beverly just curls up on the hallway floor with the same metal that it’s always been, the same dreary light, the same lack of space. It’s a difference between her mental and physical world that Bev can’t distinguish right now. Drawing herself tightly into the fetal position with her sword and daggers forgotten, Bev can’t seem to beat this fear.]
[This room was larger than the others had been, it was larger and cleaner. It was definitely brighter that was for sure. It’s brighter and has the familiar golden light of the Sphere, and it almost seems like there’s some sort of festival going on. The atmosphere around her seems like that. Crowd sounds fill the room, people laughing and talking with familiar sounding voices. The hand that had been so tightly gripped around her sword as she’d stepped into this new room went a little slack, and Bev’s eyes went a little wide when she spotted familiar long past faces in the crowd.]
Aaron?
[Bev’s voice is so hopeful and she wants to believe in it so badly. But the man just looks at her and tries to be kind, of course he tries to be kind because he’s Aaron. But his voice is soft.] Sorry do I know you?
[That’s not unusual for people who come and go from the Sphere even if it still sucks every time. So not trusting her voice, Bev just draws back and pulls away from him with a shake of her head.
And then as she moves back into Jason as Bev tries to escape. She stares at him and he just looks at her and she knows he doesn’t know who she is. Bev doesn’t even try to talk around the calcifying lump in her throat. Tommy just goes flying by and he doesn’t stop.
Then she tears off into a run and collides with another familiar face. One who hasn’t left. One who was still there because Beverly has literally just seen him. ]
Richard?
[He just raises a brow at her and crosses his arms crossed his chest as he peers down at her.]
I don’t believe I know you so I don’t think you have any business calling me by my first name.
Nononononononono—
[the single word forms into a rapid fire chant as she turns and runs away from him, shoving through a crowd that she knows every member of but who look at her like they’ve never seen her before rather than giving her their familiar smile or greeting. All of her friends, her family, the people she loves… they don’t know her at all.
Bev runs faster, but she’s at the beginning of the crowd even before she realizes that she should have reached the end. She keeps running. She runs again. Then she runs again until she’s panting and gasping. Leaning forward and resting her hands on her knees as she pants to get her breath back the worst of it hits.
The shadows in the sunlight are as familiar to her as her own. As her eyelashes squeeze shut, she crumples to the ground, because this is going to be worse than anything else and she knows it. Richie’s voice comes through first:]
I don’t think this girl is alright.
[Then Eddie’s:]
Yeah, she sure does look like a sad sack doesn’t she.
[And then, worst of all: Stan’s.]
We should just leave her alone. It’s not any of our business. She’s not any of our business.
[Then without saying a word in response, Beverly just curls up on the hallway floor with the same metal that it’s always been, the same dreary light, the same lack of space. It’s a difference between her mental and physical world that Bev can’t distinguish right now. Drawing herself tightly into the fetal position with her sword and daggers forgotten, Bev can’t seem to beat this fear.]