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{closed} what a mess...
[The floods in Iowa, yet again, did a pretty decent amount of damage. While most of the water may be gone, that doesn't mean his room hasn't had its fair share of mess. The carpet is still soaked, as is the tile in the bathroom. His room alone looks like a tidal wave went through it not too long ago. There's boxes and papers and dirty dishes just about everywhere. A bag of dog food got tipped over at some point and Mitch looks a little heavier and much happier. And then there's Maddie, who has been a wave of destruction all on her own. Every corner in the place has some fecal matter in it, thanks to her.
On top of it all, there's Jack, who is in a Hawkeyes t-shirt from 20 years ago and a pair of boxers, slumped on his couch and snoring loudly. Floods take a lot out of him.]
On top of it all, there's Jack, who is in a Hawkeyes t-shirt from 20 years ago and a pair of boxers, slumped on his couch and snoring loudly. Floods take a lot out of him.]
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Then it isn't just for me, is it? You've been holdin' something back the second you got here. [] Somethin' is wrong with you, 'cause it doesn't sound like you're talkin' about me anymore.
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THeirs hand removes itself fromTHeirs face to stop rubbing his forehead.THeydoesn't want to show what is underneaththeirs hair. Sotheyremoves the hand carefully, not to show that disgusting face. A laughter, so tired, so exhausted. Jack was right. Sven. Vince. Griff. Eli. Lena. Burch. If Yooper sawtheirm perhaps ... even he would agree with those words if he were able to speak properly.you for even showing your face.
like you.
THeystared at Jack while continuing to toss everything into the garbage, how ironic thattheywewas picking up someone's else trash again. ]... I stand by what I said. I don't hate... anyone. None of you ever did wrong. You're good... that's why he asked to check on you. That's why someone is there for you... [ Shaking voice, while
theyhad a distant look ontheirs face,theirs eyes couldn't even focus anymore. ] But... you're right. Something is wrong with me. There ... always was something wrong with me, huh?he looked high in that icon
Then why aren't you tellin' me anything? 'Cause I seriously forgive ya, and I don't mean for what happened last winter. I mean... [] ...For Burlington, and for pushin' the Black Hawk War my way, and whatever the hell else you feel bad for. I know that isn't all that's gettin' at you, but I mean, even if it helps? I really do forgive ya. Ya don't owe anything to me, and I don't think anyone else is gonna hold ya to anything either, especially my brother.
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HE DOES. :| To be fair, Gabe is sorta high constantly anyway.
will be. Hasn't Lena and Yooper said the same promise? Hasn't Lou said the samething to you? Remember Burch, as he attacked you, trying to kill you for his personal escape? Let's not even forget that boy who threw his desires on you and tried to commit suicide afterward.
No one cares about , they only see what you can to them.
I'm sure if there were was in a way someone would know how your mind works, they'd be too. You should just disappear and let m-
Go to hell. You're not right. Jack... didn't mean it like that. He couldn't have meant it like that.
JGabe glanced at Jack, but soon went back to work - moving his hair to the side of his face. If he saw the scar there that covered his face and went down his neck ... who cares? Maybe it would just shock Iowa into silence and he'd simply not ask about it. That's the plan, it'd be the elephant in the room. Unaddressed by apathetic minds.Speaking again, there was less of shake than before while he cleaned, but it was because he had enough strength to push the back. ]
Thank you for ... well, forgiving me. [ ] But I just don't have anything to talk about, not anything that is relevant to the present time anymore at least. [ Continuing to tie up that knot with the garbage bag before moving onto another one. ] But your brother loves you. He cares for you. It's the least he can do and I ... want to do it too.
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How could you have possibly forgiven me?
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Wisconsin stops cleaning and moves to keep him steady to keep him from looking like he was going to collapse. He's sick after all. Given this logic is terrible since their condition isn't all that good.
But he pulls him close to him anyway and motion him to sits down on the couch, all while gulping down that vomit mixed with blood trying to comfort him. It was hard, but he had to prove wrong. ] ...Jack? It was years ago. People died but I still... overreacted.
[ He did. He had to have overreacted in every shape and form. Nothing could have been done to make them pay attention. I know how they treated it. Just shut up for a minute and let me help him.
Jack? Don't let the guilt eat you... alive... It's all right. It was just... words. Words to dead people that won't come back.
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...Because th-they were charcoal, right? I said that. [] I said that.
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Reaching into
theirs pocket, taking out a handkerchief and moving it to the mess of a man's eyes. He felt nothing but pity and sadness for him, even if wanted to lash out and hurttheirs neighbor.He wouldn't allow it. ]
... Yes. They're charcoal. A bunch of melted bodies, bones welded together by flame and not alive anymore. They've been dead for over a hundred years. It's sad but it's true. I overreacted and lost control. I'm sorry. Don't... feel bad.
[ Attempting to wipe his eyes still while he says that. ] Don't be sad for them, all right? They're dead.
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You can agree with tha-- []
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He continues to rub his back while he sits next to him, trying to calm him to the best of his ability. Continuing to wipe his eyes while trying to be a comfort. ]
... Jack, you need some rest okay?
[ He is trying his best to be a good older brother, because he had to be that in place of Lou... right? A good person in general. It's hard while he rubs his back and Jack's painful cries. ] It's all right, they're gone and... that's... everyone had something like that happ-
[ His voice is beginning to shake now, quickly opening another bag to just vomit. It is a painful sickening sound, the scent of blood and stomach acid unable to be described - but he held it in long enough. Rinse and repeat two more times before he comes to again. ]
... Bad things happen to bad... states right? And sometimes...it's because they were so bad that's... why they didn't get any help. So don't be sad about this... all right? It was my responsibility and... I couldn't save them. My responsibility.