[RP] All Of The Pages I Have Turned
Jul. 26th, 2006 09:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
idontreallysparTom 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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Date: 2006-07-27 08:32 pm (UTC)"You keep that up, Gibson, and I'm gonna have to resort to torture." he warned, lashing out with one bare foot to poke his big toe ticklishly into the small of her back.
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Date: 2006-07-27 08:37 pm (UTC)Bringing her knee up in front of her she stood up, tilting herself to the side a bit letting her hair fall over her shoulders completely. "I really don't think you are in any position to make such a threat anyway. I don't cave under torture. You should take that into consideration."
She took a defiant sip of her beer in a mini-celebration of her own ability to maintain her composure this time.
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Date: 2006-07-28 07:56 pm (UTC)...then lunged forward and grabbed her around the waist, turning her so her back was pinned to his chest and one arm was free to hold her fast against him while the other started tickling her mercilessly. He knew he should probably be addressing the whole 'former identity' thing some more, but he didn't really want to at the moment...not when she was needling him about his real name. It was another shred of normalcy, one he clung to hard. It was what Rachel gave him that was so special...normalcy without the boredom. She was in this life as thick as he was, but she was still just a beautiful, nice girl that had taken a shine to him, though God knew why.
He just knew he was grateful as hell for it.