R1 DEADLAND

[lockdownmods]

[it’s strange, for the people who were already dead, the shift in scenery is sudden and complete. For those who have just arrived? It’s like you’re back where you left?

How strange.

But if you ever need her, you can always reach out to the guardian of this place.]

LOCATIONS
Note: locations lag a week behind the living counterparts

Comments

pictured me, sobbing

[12d3]

[2-D physically recoils when she tells him that, pulling the letter back close to his chest. He should have expected a reaction like that-- really? A letter? To someone who he broke the trust of so severely, and was clearly suffering right now from something else-- stupid! He was so... stupid.

....but it still hurts, like a deep pain in his chest and part of him wonders if this really was just a simulation. How could numbers and codes hurt so deeply? So realistically?]

...right.

[His voice is extremely quiet, and he isn't.. honestly sure what to do from here. He looks at the letter in his hand, feeling his eyes sting but he takes in a deep, sharp breath to stop himself from crying and sets the cup of tea gently in the grass beside her.]

Right.. right. I'll.. um. I'll go.

[He pulls himself up to his feet, clutching that letter in his hand so tightly his knuckles turn white.]

Sorry to um...... I-I'm sorry. The tea is there if you want it and... if you don't, that's okay, too.

[throwabookatit]

[ What she hates the most, of all of this, is his soft, gentle voice and quick, noticeable gasp dig into her heart like claws. That, after everything that's happened, there's a part of that friendship she still wishes for.

That she wants- deserves comfort, after everything that's happened to her, that she's not in the wrong for this but when he sounds like that, she still feels familiar guilt with the anger boiling in her gut--

...There's too much. Every bad thing, every bit of pain is still at the forefront of her mind. So she doesn't move, can't find a single thing to say.

In the end, she just nods...except even that's only dipping her head closer to her chest. ]

[12d3]

[It wouldn't hurt so much, if these weren't the only people they'd ever get to see for the rest of.. whatever this was. If 2-D had known Rebecca would be one of the very last friends he'd make.. he'd have tried harder to keep their friendship. He'd have tried harder to stay alive and be kind to her every day-- but he's such a fuck up. He's been given a second chance and he's gone and fucked that all up too. Incredible. Everything Murdoc's said about him being a moron-- a pain in everyone's side-- all of that was true. It just was. Or at least... it truly felt like it was. What did he even kill Maya for? To stick around in Gorillaz? A band that'd replace him anyway since he went and did something so selfish and stupid and got himself killed? You can't play music if you're dead, Stuart. And now look at you.

He's went and fucked up one of his last, dearest friendships and it didn't even truly hit him until that moment. When he looks up and sees her face dipped into her chest after a deathly long silence. He clenches his fists tighter to quell the lump in his throat, and turns around silently. Taking long, dragging steps back into the main building towards his room, leaving a trail of ripped paper all along the way.

Idiot. He's such a fucking idiot.]