Archie Kennedy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
simplestgift) wrote2011-08-08 09:14 pm
simplestgift) wrote2011-08-08 09:14 pm
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Nineteen Bells: [WRITTEN/ACTION/VOICE]
[Filtered from known villains and Grell, 100% unhackable]
[Written in a disguised hand, with the picture obscured.]
To anyone who is new, I would like to let you know that if, for any reason, you feel unsafe in your own home, you may go to the Welcome Center and ask to be placed with someone known to be safe until you are back on your feet. There does not have to be a reason--perhaps you were kidnapped recently or someone is threatening you. You do not need to tell why.
That said, I am in need of more women as volunteers. If any of you have a spare bed, your help would be most welcome. Even if you can be dispatched as a bodyguard, we would be glad of your assistance. A trusted member of the community must be able to vouch for you.
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[Tonight Archie will be waiting tables at Cloud 9. When he gets off, he will take an unusually long time coming home. At some point, he'll be perched on one of the docks on the ocean, staring blankly out to sea, oblivious to the world.
There isn't really one specific reason. It's everything, really, from the draft to William's disappearance. Archie is as bottled as they come, and...
Bottles.
Around one in the morning, a gunshot and shattering glass is heard. This is because Mr. Kennedy has set up a line of empty bottles from the night club on the fountain and is using them for target practice. Wine, beer, as long as it's empty and glass it gets used. If you are having difficulty sleeping because you keep hearing gunshots and shattering glass every thirty-one seconds (gotta take time to reload), this may be why.
For housemates, he'll be at close to three in the morning, looking like he's gotten a little bit of something out of his system.
He will then, late at night, make a voice post.]
If anyone would like to play a game of whist during whatever you call your midday meal tomorrow, you would be welcome. I cannot vouch for my cooking, but I'll make a game attempt.
[Written in a disguised hand, with the picture obscured.]
To anyone who is new, I would like to let you know that if, for any reason, you feel unsafe in your own home, you may go to the Welcome Center and ask to be placed with someone known to be safe until you are back on your feet. There does not have to be a reason--perhaps you were kidnapped recently or someone is threatening you. You do not need to tell why.
That said, I am in need of more women as volunteers. If any of you have a spare bed, your help would be most welcome. Even if you can be dispatched as a bodyguard, we would be glad of your assistance. A trusted member of the community must be able to vouch for you.
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[Tonight Archie will be waiting tables at Cloud 9. When he gets off, he will take an unusually long time coming home. At some point, he'll be perched on one of the docks on the ocean, staring blankly out to sea, oblivious to the world.
There isn't really one specific reason. It's everything, really, from the draft to William's disappearance. Archie is as bottled as they come, and...
Bottles.
Around one in the morning, a gunshot and shattering glass is heard. This is because Mr. Kennedy has set up a line of empty bottles from the night club on the fountain and is using them for target practice. Wine, beer, as long as it's empty and glass it gets used. If you are having difficulty sleeping because you keep hearing gunshots and shattering glass every thirty-one seconds (gotta take time to reload), this may be why.
For housemates, he'll be at close to three in the morning, looking like he's gotten a little bit of something out of his system.
He will then, late at night, make a voice post.]
If anyone would like to play a game of whist during whatever you call your midday meal tomorrow, you would be welcome. I cannot vouch for my cooking, but I'll make a game attempt.
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[No one did anything about that, either.]
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I know.
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I can't remember if I was ever angry with Simpson. I don't understand it. I was afraid of him, and of course I hated him, but I was angry with Eccleston. And all Eccleston did was...nothing.
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..I went home. A couple of years ago. I went looking for...my sister.
No one was in the house anymore. Even the tree out back was burned down. I had to go to the neighbor across the way to ask after them. She'd been there even longer than my family had, so she was the only one I could ask.
Talking to her, I realized she must have known. I mean...it seemed like she knew that something had happened. But she never said a word.
[there's no anger in her voice. Just... something quiet and a bit sad]
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Never. At least I had Clayton. He tried. It wasn't...
[As bad as Jilly had it.]
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[her fingers tighten around his] Silence isn't okay. And back home I was trying to work to get more people to speak up.
I just...hope we can find a way to speak up that we can actually protect against. Because us going up against a god would be like that one older lady going up against my family.
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It's a good idea, Archie. A great one.
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No. No but.
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Just let me know.
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[Feeling like not everyone has forgotten what happened seems to have calmed him down quite a bit.]
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It's a dangerous line to walk, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't. I just wouldn't want to rush.
[a small sigh] Or wait to long.
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But it felt off, doing anything without giving her a chance to change]
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If he had more he wanted to say? Well...she trusted him to say it without her prying.]
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Sometimes she really misses having Geordie around]
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Change is possible. I just...hope she wants it.
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[He doesn't remember giving details about that night before.]
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She's not stable.
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