[there's a distant hello?! that molly can hear, but it's probably drowned out a bit by the feeling of sorrow that washes over him.
not all exits are equal, but his - his meant something. there's a conflicting emotion - bullshit, no death means something - and then a third emotion, quieter, gentler. he'll be remembered. that's all it means.
a little bit of fear. a little bit of adrenaline. but he wasn't scared, so much, when it happened, was he?
[he tilts his head a bit at the hello?! and there's a moment where he's trying to pinpoint if if it's-- who was it he was talking to again?
it's easy to just stand here and let it pull you into the earth, isn't it. maybe it'd be easy to just listen to it for a while, how there's something comforting about how fucking familiar some of these emotions feel. how you don't realize how far you've managed to drift until you look up and you can't see the shoreline anymore. might be nice to just be remembered. at least then you wouldn't have to fig--
The jolt of fear works rather well. Shaking his head, blinking a bit.]
Back in the game. Time for that later.
[anyway, golf club?
mollymauk voice: this dead ass purple bitch in the hole ain't using that! YOINK!]
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not all exits are equal, but his - his meant something. there's a conflicting emotion - bullshit, no death means something - and then a third emotion, quieter, gentler. he'll be remembered. that's all it means.
a little bit of fear. a little bit of adrenaline. but he wasn't scared, so much, when it happened, was he?
also: sticking out of his grave is a golf club.]
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it's easy to just stand here and let it pull you into the earth, isn't it. maybe it'd be easy to just listen to it for a while, how there's something comforting about how fucking familiar some of these emotions feel. how you don't realize how far you've managed to drift until you look up and you can't see the shoreline anymore. might be nice to just be remembered. at least then you wouldn't have to fig--
The jolt of fear works rather well. Shaking his head, blinking a bit.]
Back in the game. Time for that later.
[anyway, golf club?
mollymauk voice: this dead ass purple bitch in the hole ain't using that! YOINK!]
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he now has a golf club. the wind blows, whipping his coat a bit - both the one he's wearing and the one on the marker.
there's the distant sound of --loot this room now that I feel better! from above him.]
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hm. backup coat?
then decides that perhaps it'd be best to leave that one. skitters off back into the hallway.]
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grace walks out of the elevator, armed with some shit.]