whatever happened to all the heroes?
Characters: Alex Drake and Sam Tyler
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: Outside the castle
Relative Date: Sometime after the death thread
Status: FINISHED
Alex didn't really know where she was going anymore.
She didn't particularly want to explore the grounds. She didn't want to find a room. She didn't want to do anything, really, but get on a helicopter and go home.
Home. Alex caught herself. She meant to think London, she chided, in 1981, her little dystopia. She sort of wondered if that was how it started with Sam. When did home fade into a distant memory, overshadowed by a world that wasn't quite as real? When did she start yearning for familiar things like Luigi's and her flat and even Gene, instead of her her daughter and her real home? She was in a bloody gutter somewhere in 2008 dying, and all she could think about was seeing Shaz or Chris or, at the least, a Gene that remembered her.
"Get it together, Alex," she muttered. She tromped up the steps to the castle, giving it a careful look. She would have to find a place to stay at some point. A warm shower and a hot meal might do her some good, after the day she had. Gene, the moat monster, the dead girl by the lake. She didn't want to feel any of it, and forced herself to distance it all, make it someone else's memory and not her own. This wasn't her world, and she needed to remember what was important. The problem was, what was important kept changing.
She sighed and rested her hand on the door. At least she should go in, and look around, she thought. Wash up and put on some clothes. Find a drink. Anything just to keep moving.
She swung the castle door open.
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: Outside the castle
Relative Date: Sometime after the death thread
Status: FINISHED
Alex didn't really know where she was going anymore.
She didn't particularly want to explore the grounds. She didn't want to find a room. She didn't want to do anything, really, but get on a helicopter and go home.
Home. Alex caught herself. She meant to think London, she chided, in 1981, her little dystopia. She sort of wondered if that was how it started with Sam. When did home fade into a distant memory, overshadowed by a world that wasn't quite as real? When did she start yearning for familiar things like Luigi's and her flat and even Gene, instead of her her daughter and her real home? She was in a bloody gutter somewhere in 2008 dying, and all she could think about was seeing Shaz or Chris or, at the least, a Gene that remembered her.
"Get it together, Alex," she muttered. She tromped up the steps to the castle, giving it a careful look. She would have to find a place to stay at some point. A warm shower and a hot meal might do her some good, after the day she had. Gene, the moat monster, the dead girl by the lake. She didn't want to feel any of it, and forced herself to distance it all, make it someone else's memory and not her own. This wasn't her world, and she needed to remember what was important. The problem was, what was important kept changing.
She sighed and rested her hand on the door. At least she should go in, and look around, she thought. Wash up and put on some clothes. Find a drink. Anything just to keep moving.
She swung the castle door open.