[Vic wasn't sure what to make of everything happening. The sudden stop in their celebrating to pray and make some sacrifices into that chasm. The locals seemed happy about the arrival of everyone here, though, so maybe... Maybe those prayers she was hearing worked? Was that throwing stuff into it thing part of the processs?
Even if it was, what did she have to surrender? Would her prayers even reach back home? Her heart was pounding in her chest. She could hear it in her ears. She still had to save Wayne. She had to stop Charlie Manx. She had to.]
I don't know what I have to give...
[It came out as almost a whimper before a memory hit her. Willa, Drew, and a few other kids from their school had gone to Rhode Island. They were checking out RISD. She gasped as she felt the memory taken from her, hands going over her mouth after it was gone. Almost in the blink of an eye, tears in her eyes. It was such a trivial memory, but it was one of the good ones. One of the only good memories she had in recent year.
She fell to her knees, eyes wide, entire body shaking. The New England girl had no idea where to even begin processing that.]
What the frick was that...?
Silhouette Saloon
[She had been trying. Trying so hard to avoid anywhere that involved anything even remotely to do with alcohol. For Lou, for Wayne... For everyone. But this place... This place was messing with her way too much. She couldn't handle it. That's what led to her decision to even go in. Of course, she wasn't exactly expecting more weirdness to follow.
She would wander around the saloon for a bit, biting her lower lip, not getting a drink, just exploring. Feeling she was losing small pieces of herself. She had to get something off her chest, but the young woman didn't even know where to begin. She just clenched her jaw and stalked her way to the bar, taking a seat and ordering a drink for herself. She'd pound the first down before ordering a second, about to take a drink before sighing.
She stared down at the drink in her hands, debating what to do next. Watching the condensation drip down the sides of the glass.]
I've got a special ability to use a bridge no one else can to find lost things... To find anything or anyone... And I can't even find my own son using it...
[The tone was distant. It was something she was ashamed to even admit to. She was supposed to be strong. If she couldn't be that for Bats, who would be?]
Maybe... Maybe I'm just full of myself and this is punishment for me bein' a shit mom, though...
All About the Price Tag
[Vic had gotten caught by the Pleaders. They were begging for anything. Her wallet, which she didn't have, her jacket which was all she even had for protection. It was something Lou had given her. There was a reason for everything she couldn't give up.
Even as they had told her that Lou and Wayne would want to know she was doing good wherever she was. That she wasn't being selfish to people who could potentially help her get home. To where she could save everyone. Where she could stop Charlie Manx.
That had her violently pulling away from them, though. Eyes wide, jaw clenched as she stared at them for a moment before turning on heel and leaving. Still hearing their pleads. How it's what her family would want her to do. How they won't forgive her for not helping the less fortunate. That had her stop briefly. Maybe not exactly for the reasons the Pleaders wanted, but the words after 'forgive her' had been muffled in her mind. Tears welling in her ears.
She just made her way, subconsciously, almost, to that chasm in the middle of everything. She stared at it, feeling that it was her only escape from that overwhelming guilt she felt in her gut. The only way to properly move onward from what those guys were saying as true. And as she seemed to make her final decision, a murmur of words was said.]
This is for the best...
Network
Cradles. Never been much of a flowers girl, I ain't dyin' any time soon, and I've had my fair share of bruises. Rather not deal with those again.
Wildcard
[Come at me with something else! If you wanna discuss something, hmu mellzyvee]
Vic McQueen | NOS4A2
[Vic wasn't sure what to make of everything happening. The sudden stop in their celebrating to pray and make some sacrifices into that chasm. The locals seemed happy about the arrival of everyone here, though, so maybe... Maybe those prayers she was hearing worked? Was that throwing stuff into it thing part of the processs?
Even if it was, what did she have to surrender? Would her prayers even reach back home? Her heart was pounding in her chest. She could hear it in her ears. She still had to save Wayne. She had to stop Charlie Manx. She had to.]
I don't know what I have to give...
[It came out as almost a whimper before a memory hit her. Willa, Drew, and a few other kids from their school had gone to Rhode Island. They were checking out RISD. She gasped as she felt the memory taken from her, hands going over her mouth after it was gone. Almost in the blink of an eye, tears in her eyes. It was such a trivial memory, but it was one of the good ones. One of the only good memories she had in recent year.
She fell to her knees, eyes wide, entire body shaking. The New England girl had no idea where to even begin processing that.]
What the frick was that...?
Silhouette Saloon
[She had been trying. Trying so hard to avoid anywhere that involved anything even remotely to do with alcohol. For Lou, for Wayne... For everyone. But this place... This place was messing with her way too much. She couldn't handle it. That's what led to her decision to even go in. Of course, she wasn't exactly expecting more weirdness to follow.
She would wander around the saloon for a bit, biting her lower lip, not getting a drink, just exploring. Feeling she was losing small pieces of herself. She had to get something off her chest, but the young woman didn't even know where to begin. She just clenched her jaw and stalked her way to the bar, taking a seat and ordering a drink for herself. She'd pound the first down before ordering a second, about to take a drink before sighing.
She stared down at the drink in her hands, debating what to do next. Watching the condensation drip down the sides of the glass.]
I've got a special ability to use a bridge no one else can to find lost things... To find anything or anyone... And I can't even find my own son using it...
[The tone was distant. It was something she was ashamed to even admit to. She was supposed to be strong. If she couldn't be that for Bats, who would be?]
Maybe... Maybe I'm just full of myself and this is punishment for me bein' a shit mom, though...
All About the Price Tag
[Vic had gotten caught by the Pleaders. They were begging for anything. Her wallet, which she didn't have, her jacket which was all she even had for protection. It was something Lou had given her. There was a reason for everything she couldn't give up.
Even as they had told her that Lou and Wayne would want to know she was doing good wherever she was. That she wasn't being selfish to people who could potentially help her get home. To where she could save everyone. Where she could stop Charlie Manx.
That had her violently pulling away from them, though. Eyes wide, jaw clenched as she stared at them for a moment before turning on heel and leaving. Still hearing their pleads. How it's what her family would want her to do. How they won't forgive her for not helping the less fortunate. That had her stop briefly. Maybe not exactly for the reasons the Pleaders wanted, but the words after 'forgive her' had been muffled in her mind. Tears welling in her ears.
She just made her way, subconsciously, almost, to that chasm in the middle of everything. She stared at it, feeling that it was her only escape from that overwhelming guilt she felt in her gut. The only way to properly move onward from what those guys were saying as true. And as she seemed to make her final decision, a murmur of words was said.]
This is for the best...
Network
Cradles. Never been much of a flowers girl, I ain't dyin' any time soon, and I've had my fair share of bruises. Rather not deal with those again.
Wildcard
[Come at me with something else! If you wanna discuss something, hmu