World 7: Timeslip - RP Thread

Gently, I let go, stepping away. I was still blinking away those tears, stopping them from falling. I couldn't afford them. Not now.

I.... I have to, I whispered. I have to change things.... so I have to do this. I'm sorry, Jake. More than you'd ever believe.

Raising my right hand, I let a sphere of energy build up within it, the replaced ability I'd borrowed from him. Judging by his disbelieving look, he didn't know he'd had it, yet. But that didn't matter. It was mine now. It'd always be mine. I needed something to remember him by. Closing my eyes, wincing, I let the sphere go. It struck him directly in the heart. He collapsed backwards, dead.

Wayward Daughter wrote:(If Matt looks 16 and Asher is 28, wouldn't that mean Asher'd been 12 when he potentially fathered him? But then he says later on that it was during college)

(I was really hoping you didn't do the maths Matt only looks 16 - he's really only 14/15, but I know it's still ridiculously young, that's why Asher's age changed five or six times )

(Still too young, with the college comment College means Asher should be four to eight years older than he is, or Matt should be even younger)

Wayward Daughter wrote:(Still too young, with the college comment College means Asher should be four to eight years older than he is, or Matt should be even younger)

(I know, it doesn't work, but I didn't want Asher to be any older )

(*is disappointed by the lack of reaction*)

I don't know how long I'd stood there, motionless, before I fled. It could have been hours. Mere little details like the passing time had ceased to have any meaning, and I barely registered the sounds of the sirens as they approached, a neighbour having heard some confrontation and rang 911. It wasn't self-preservation which moved me. I didn't care about that, not any more. But a stray thought made me realise how this'd look - an EH murder - how it'd stop the future from changing, and make Jake's death be possibly in vain. That moved me.

Present time

Luckily, I'd been at home, alone, when it struck. When all these emotions and memories flooded into me, knocking me backwards with the force of them. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to explain it, wouldn't have been able to even try. Tears were tracking their way suddenly down my face, but I was barely aware of them.

Jake.... I whispered. It was a name I'd never heard or spoken before in my life. I didn't know any Jake. But I did.

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(You gonna continue, or have I angst-shocked you out of RPing?)

I didn't even know where he was, and that realisation made me shudder. I didn't know anything about him.... nothing but his name - Jake Andy Cassidy - and 3 years that'd never happen, and the surety that I loved him. I loved him so much that I'd killed him, to save him from himself, and chosen to carry the blood myself so that I could cling to some memories, however painful.

(Pretty much angst-shock!! )

(Did I actually manage to keep the SL a secret, then? I was worrying it was too obvious)

Wayward Daughter wrote:(Did I actually manage to keep the SL a secret, then? I was worrying it was too obvious)

(I barely had a clue And )

(I really thought it'd be obvious, once they mentioned remembering so you knew it wouldn't just be losing each other by altering time)

The rest of the day passed by in the same agonised haze as the rest of the week had, but at last now I felt that I had some purpose. I found myself struggling to sleep that night, plagued by memories and nightmares, and at 6am, I finally gave up on it. I dragged myself up, and went to make myself a coffee. Within ten minutes the tears had began to fall. I didn't even bother with makeup, knowing too well that it'd end up smudged and pouring down my entire face.

()

When the phone rang, I answered. The conversation was short, and when it was over, I let out a loud and embarrassing scream of excitement Oh my God!! I yelled, summoning Asher, who was clearly worried.

What's wrong?! he demanded, his voice panicked.

I got a job!! I shouted, the words seeming impossible.. I had an actual job.

Asher rolled his eyes, disappointed that he had got up to check on me Awesome

I get to quit! Oh my God! Will you come with me to quit?!

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Why? he asked, and I laughed, explaining that I wanted moral support and someone to sit with me and order the most complex drinks possible.

He sighed, but a few hours later, we headed out. I chose a sparkly dress and high heels, since the thought of getting to quit that job was just.. heaven. Asher hadn't made much of an effort. I arrived an hour late to my shift, and when I got there, the manager came over and started yelling at me immediately. I looked down, ignoring the woman, picking up one of the plastic coated menus that usually ended up covered in vomit. Hi.. Can we get.. a shot from every bottle you have please?

Each, agreed Asher, laughing. My boss, Shirley, basically exploded. I couldn't stop laughing at her reaction, until she finally found a word.

If your friend, the customer, wants a shot from every bottle, you can get it for him yourself.

I thought only employees were allowed behind the counter? I asked, still playing it innocent. I quit and.. yeah, I want our drinks please