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suitably_heroic) wrote2015-08-22 10:57 am
suitably_heroic) wrote2015-08-22 10:57 am
The Jedi Temple, Atton's Coruscant, 3949 BBY, Saturday
After Sparkle had left last weekend, Atton'd spent one glorious half day rolling around in ignorance for as long as he could. The next day, the then-upcoming date had struck him, and he had hidden away in his apartment and gotten spectacularly drunk. The day after, they had held a small, respectful mourning ceremony, and they had sat together and traded stories about Meetra for hours.
Well, the others had, anyway. Atton had mostly brooded in the back.
On Tuesday, he'd beaten the hell out of holotargets for hours. On Wednesday, Mical had yelled at him for aggravating his healing wounds, and shoved him in a kolto tank. On Thursday, still reeking of kolto, Atton had resumed lurking around his apartment.
Now it was Saturday, and Sparkle was showing up, and while Atton had only ten percent of his usual motivation to do this, he had left his apartment. He was sitting on the steps of the Temple now, smoking an Earth cigarette and glaring at passers-by. A more difficult exercise than it seemed; most foot traffic kept a respectful distance of the Temple itself. Still, he managed.
Somehow.
[[ for the kid, and phone calls, what have you. ]]
Well, the others had, anyway. Atton had mostly brooded in the back.
On Tuesday, he'd beaten the hell out of holotargets for hours. On Wednesday, Mical had yelled at him for aggravating his healing wounds, and shoved him in a kolto tank. On Thursday, still reeking of kolto, Atton had resumed lurking around his apartment.
Now it was Saturday, and Sparkle was showing up, and while Atton had only ten percent of his usual motivation to do this, he had left his apartment. He was sitting on the steps of the Temple now, smoking an Earth cigarette and glaring at passers-by. A more difficult exercise than it seemed; most foot traffic kept a respectful distance of the Temple itself. Still, he managed.
Somehow.
[[ for the kid, and phone calls, what have you. ]]
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The gardens sounded like a great idea right about then.
"... I... don't know. Like... I don't think I've ever seen..." He shrugged. "It was like I fucking gutted her with words. I've never seen anything like it."
The prostrating himself on the floor at her feet and sobbing about his friend had probably helped.
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Because he didn't do 'obviously vulnerable' well, especially in front of people who were obviously in a place of power over him.
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He had to get that dig in, from time to time, no matter the circumstances.
He gave Sparkle a little nudge towards the garden entrance.
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"Yeah, well, even then, I don't know if he's the 'smash up some old lady's living room' type," he muttered. "Maybe I'm just doing touchy-feely wrong. Hell if I even know anymore."
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Getting off track.
"As much as I'd love to say something like 'there's no way to do touchy-feely wrong', or something, I'm not really a credible source to turn to for that one."
He knew his limits. 'Anything to do with healthy processing of emotion' was one of them.
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A long pause.
"And then I was too drunk to remember but I think she eventually got me some water and I helped clean up the broken glass."
Fuck everything anyway.
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"Well, we all knew you're still a wet noodle under all of that attitude," he sort-of-joked. "I take it she's not pressing charges?"
Or they should be having a whole different conversation right now.
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"Not so far," he replied. "But fuck, who even knows once she talks to that pushy cow of a daughter of hers? If my parole officer finds out..."
He wasn't even thinking about what would happen if Lew found out. Lew was being forcibly shunted off his mental radar for the time being.
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He hadn't figured out any other points yet, but that: definitely, one.
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"... I'm worried about Raine."
Of course he was.
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Don't mind Atton jumping to that one, first.
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Declaring war on the neighbourhood? That wasn't stupid. But turning that war against herself...
Not that Sparkle was a poster boy for making great life choices himself, admittedly.
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"So then what?" Atton asked. He shot Sparkle a questioning glance.
He was maybe overfocusing on this so he didn't have to deal with his own stuff; it had the side effect of making him a little more action-oriented than usual.
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"I don't know. Lewis knows to keep an eye out for Raine when I'm away, at least for now. And tomorrow there's a city hall meeting for people to talk about... I don't know. What the home means to us? Why we're a poison for the neighbourhood and we should be ashamed of even thinking we would like to live there? Something, anyway. So if something's going to happen, that would be the time. Maybe. Either way, Raine's focusing on that like she's got blinders on."
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He had the vague impulse just to inform Sparkle he was hauled out now, but he was pretty sure that was just the past week talking. A little drastic.
(He would've run by now. He wasn't sure whether he admired Sparkle for sticking around or thought he was being a dumbass.)
"You need some moral support out there?"
There. That was at least a nice, sane, rational response.
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He didn't.
But this was destroying him little by little in ways he hadn't even seen coming until Raine's breakdown the other night, and after she had finished screaming at him, he'd felt more alone than he'd felt since he was still just a little kid.
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"Okay."