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( CLOSED ) atlas wasn't given a choice to hold the stars — you were.
Who: percy jackson & charlie smith
Where: percy's place, the edge of the woods
When: after laura's and steve-and-poe's network posts.
What: just two friends going for a walk, nothing to see here
Warnings: vague references to a panic attack, will edit if anything else pops up
[ after the mayor's last address, during it, charlie has begun remembering things and listening to his art class teacher and a man he doesn't know talk about the mayor, this place, the hospital, about beings on the wall that they cannot identify, that had made him worry.
(it makes him feel closed in, too, like he's in a locked room — except there's still a lot of space around him and he can breathe, his chest just feels a little tight, it's fine.)
he doesn't know what to make of it yet, but he knows that things are very, very wrong here. that he isn't human and he doesn't belong here, that maybe none of them do. maybe it's hypocritical and inconsistent to think that he doesn't belong and to still seek out someone he only knows from the pines, but he makes his way to percy's place regardless. percy's his best friend, that still feels true. ]
Can I come in? [ he asks, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, wiping his hands on his trousers. ] Or maybe we can go for a walk. [ that sounds a lot better than being indoors right now, actually, even if the doors won't be locked. ]
Where: percy's place, the edge of the woods
When: after laura's and steve-and-poe's network posts.
What: just two friends going for a walk, nothing to see here
Warnings: vague references to a panic attack, will edit if anything else pops up
[ after the mayor's last address, during it, charlie has begun remembering things and listening to his art class teacher and a man he doesn't know talk about the mayor, this place, the hospital, about beings on the wall that they cannot identify, that had made him worry.
(it makes him feel closed in, too, like he's in a locked room — except there's still a lot of space around him and he can breathe, his chest just feels a little tight, it's fine.)
he doesn't know what to make of it yet, but he knows that things are very, very wrong here. that he isn't human and he doesn't belong here, that maybe none of them do. maybe it's hypocritical and inconsistent to think that he doesn't belong and to still seek out someone he only knows from the pines, but he makes his way to percy's place regardless. percy's his best friend, that still feels true. ]
Can I come in? [ he asks, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, wiping his hands on his trousers. ] Or maybe we can go for a walk. [ that sounds a lot better than being indoors right now, actually, even if the doors won't be locked. ]