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"I'm asking you to let it go."
Veronica stared at Wallace, her jaw set angrily as if he were asking her to do something impossible. He knew the expression too well. "You know I can't do that."
It was the wrong answer. Frustration and anger and pain had been bubbling up in Wallace since he found out the news that his father wasn't his real father, and here now his own best friend couldn't do one thing - one tiny, insignificant thing when he had shown time and time again that he would do just about anything for her. It was the nail that broke the camel's back.
"Well, why does it have to be about you all the time?!" he exclaimed, eyes narrowed, his voice raising. She stared at him in surprise, eyebrows creasing. He didn't let her get a word in, adding, with a heavy amount of bitterness in his voice, "Look, Jackie's right about one thing - it's your world, I just live in it. I'm asking you for a favor, Veronica, let it go. Don't do whatever it is you're going to do!"
She said nothing, her expression grim, and Wallace knew with what he said hadn't budged her in her decision. The realization only fueled his anger; not just at Veronica, but at his life in general. The rug was pulled out from under him and no one was there to help him up - not even the person he thought would be there for him, it seemed.
"Have you been paying any attention lately?" he asked, his tone denoting the hurt that was growing exponentially now. "I've just learned my whole life is a lie. My dad isn't my dad. I've always been a shoulder you can lean on. You've given me no time, no sympathy. Nothing."
He knew if he kept talking, things would get worse. Not waiting for a response, he turned and began walking out, wanting to just get away and calm down. He opened the door and slammed it shut behind him, walking out onto...sand?
It took a second for Wallace to notice, but suddenly the familiar sights that he came to know as the outside of Veronica's place weren't there. The sounds of crashing waves made him jump a little, and he turned to stare in shock at the view of an ocean with a setting sun backdrop. He turned back to where Veronica's door should have been, and it felt like his stomach dropped a little when he saw it - and everything else - had been replaced by more sand and a line of unfamiliar trees.
"What in the hell...?" he breathed out, his anger subsiding and being replaced by a large amount of surprise. Something messed up was going on and Wallace didn't like he had no idea what was happening.
"I must be goin' crazy," he decided, attempting to open and close his eyes to see if that did everything, that maybe it was some stress-induced hallucination. When he looked again and the same ocean and the same beach were there and his normal surroundings didn't reappear, he felt the tell-tale signs of panic begin to well up in him.
It would seem he had been wrong - he had thought things couldn't have gotten worse. It appeared it just had.
[OOC: Beginning of this post is a written representation of a scene in episode 2x05. Open to all, especially a certain Miss Mars.]
Veronica stared at Wallace, her jaw set angrily as if he were asking her to do something impossible. He knew the expression too well. "You know I can't do that."
It was the wrong answer. Frustration and anger and pain had been bubbling up in Wallace since he found out the news that his father wasn't his real father, and here now his own best friend couldn't do one thing - one tiny, insignificant thing when he had shown time and time again that he would do just about anything for her. It was the nail that broke the camel's back.
"Well, why does it have to be about you all the time?!" he exclaimed, eyes narrowed, his voice raising. She stared at him in surprise, eyebrows creasing. He didn't let her get a word in, adding, with a heavy amount of bitterness in his voice, "Look, Jackie's right about one thing - it's your world, I just live in it. I'm asking you for a favor, Veronica, let it go. Don't do whatever it is you're going to do!"
She said nothing, her expression grim, and Wallace knew with what he said hadn't budged her in her decision. The realization only fueled his anger; not just at Veronica, but at his life in general. The rug was pulled out from under him and no one was there to help him up - not even the person he thought would be there for him, it seemed.
"Have you been paying any attention lately?" he asked, his tone denoting the hurt that was growing exponentially now. "I've just learned my whole life is a lie. My dad isn't my dad. I've always been a shoulder you can lean on. You've given me no time, no sympathy. Nothing."
He knew if he kept talking, things would get worse. Not waiting for a response, he turned and began walking out, wanting to just get away and calm down. He opened the door and slammed it shut behind him, walking out onto...sand?
It took a second for Wallace to notice, but suddenly the familiar sights that he came to know as the outside of Veronica's place weren't there. The sounds of crashing waves made him jump a little, and he turned to stare in shock at the view of an ocean with a setting sun backdrop. He turned back to where Veronica's door should have been, and it felt like his stomach dropped a little when he saw it - and everything else - had been replaced by more sand and a line of unfamiliar trees.
"What in the hell...?" he breathed out, his anger subsiding and being replaced by a large amount of surprise. Something messed up was going on and Wallace didn't like he had no idea what was happening.
"I must be goin' crazy," he decided, attempting to open and close his eyes to see if that did everything, that maybe it was some stress-induced hallucination. When he looked again and the same ocean and the same beach were there and his normal surroundings didn't reappear, he felt the tell-tale signs of panic begin to well up in him.
It would seem he had been wrong - he had thought things couldn't have gotten worse. It appeared it just had.
[OOC: Beginning of this post is a written representation of a scene in episode 2x05. Open to all, especially a certain Miss Mars.]