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idontreallyspar) wrote2006-07-26 09:27 pm
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[RP] All Of The Pages I Have Turned
Tom was really starting to wish that government agents had a higher salary, because if they did he wouldn't be here...with It
He didn't talk about It, or even mention It to anyone because as far as he was concerned, It didn't exist. At least until he had to pull It out of storage because the rental fee was cutting into his budget.
So his one day off had been spent bringing everything from storage home and stowing it in his apartment, or his alloted space in the garage downstairs. Now all that was left was It...and in some inherent, fucked-up way, Tom knew he had to look through It. It just...seemed the thing to do. Especially since It hadn't been opened since the day It came into existence.
Standing in the middle of his living room, he stared at It, arms crossed and features inscrutable. It was rather benign...a simple four-by-three foot locker with three decals splashed across the side...a KISS sticker, a Willingsboro Police Department logo, and a bumper sticker of the Jersey Polytechnic High mascot, the Polytech Parrot.
He was trying to decide how he felt about It before he actually did what he had to...then trying to decide if that even meant anything. The meaning...the things It held were so far removed from his life that they'd ceased to matter at one point, and finally ceased to exist in his world.
So why did he still have It?
Time passed. Tom didn't know how much.
It continued to sit there. To exist.
Finally taking a deep breath, Tom uncrossed his arms and walked towards It, sinking down to sit on the floor alongside It. He hesitated, then reached out for the combination lock that sealed all the secrets It kept so carefully hidden away.
The combo was still 1004...a date that no longer mattered to him.
His fingers spun it into place with a practiced ease that startled him...frightened him, just a little.
But before he could open the lock, a knock came at his door...a swift, efficient rat-atata-tata-tat he knew all too well.
Cringing inwardly, he simply winced, then released the lock, hauling himself to his feet. "It's open, Rachel!!"
He didn't talk about It, or even mention It to anyone because as far as he was concerned, It didn't exist. At least until he had to pull It out of storage because the rental fee was cutting into his budget.
So his one day off had been spent bringing everything from storage home and stowing it in his apartment, or his alloted space in the garage downstairs. Now all that was left was It...and in some inherent, fucked-up way, Tom knew he had to look through It. It just...seemed the thing to do. Especially since It hadn't been opened since the day It came into existence.
Standing in the middle of his living room, he stared at It, arms crossed and features inscrutable. It was rather benign...a simple four-by-three foot locker with three decals splashed across the side...a KISS sticker, a Willingsboro Police Department logo, and a bumper sticker of the Jersey Polytechnic High mascot, the Polytech Parrot.
He was trying to decide how he felt about It before he actually did what he had to...then trying to decide if that even meant anything. The meaning...the things It held were so far removed from his life that they'd ceased to matter at one point, and finally ceased to exist in his world.
So why did he still have It?
Time passed. Tom didn't know how much.
It continued to sit there. To exist.
Finally taking a deep breath, Tom uncrossed his arms and walked towards It, sinking down to sit on the floor alongside It. He hesitated, then reached out for the combination lock that sealed all the secrets It kept so carefully hidden away.
The combo was still 1004...a date that no longer mattered to him.
His fingers spun it into place with a practiced ease that startled him...frightened him, just a little.
But before he could open the lock, a knock came at his door...a swift, efficient rat-atata-tata-tat he knew all too well.
Cringing inwardly, he simply winced, then released the lock, hauling himself to his feet. "It's open, Rachel!!"
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Running her fingers through her hair letting it whip past her fingers lightly before heading into Tom's living room. She got a curious smirk on her features as she saw Tom easing onto the floor in the middle of the living room with a lock box. The two beers set on the coffee table to the side. Tom wasn't really an on the floor type, well at least not to start with.
Moving over to him her fingers scratched at the back of his neck before she settled herself right behind him resting her chin on his shoulder. "Hey, spring cleaning all over huh? My mom sent me some stuff from high school today. It was a bit jarring to see how much my life's changed since then."
Her head tipped to the side a bit worried that he was being exceptionally silent, "Hey, everything okay?" As she asked she reached beyond him and grabbed her beer before taking a sip.
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