doubletap: pissed off (of course I care about your brahmin)
тнe coυrιer; Alex Seattle Geer ([personal profile] doubletap) wrote in [community profile] abstracts2016-04-17 06:51 pm
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the story in which Alex Seattle Geer is right for hating enclosed spaces,

and Neil Park is blamed for his knowledge of vaults.



Terminal Entries:

1st Floor, Vault Entry-Room Computer:
- Data Entry 1: Year 20XX, Month XX; There's no escape.
- Holotape Entry 1: Y#4@ SDhig^8705 H98 [data corrupted]; This is hell and I want out of it.

1st Floor, Cafeteria Luncheon:
- Holotape Entry 2: Private Recording; I've had better?

1st Floor, Cafeteria Supply Room:
- Inventory List: Inventory List; A list of food....
- Data Entry 2: Shift Notes; Maybe I should tear the walls down.

1st Floor, Broken Cave:
- Data Entry 3: Preparations; Everything's fine.
- Data Entry 4: Near the End; I'll tell you the truth, but I won't give up my soul.
- Data Entry 5: Finally, the End is at Hand.; This is far enough.

1st Floor, Office:
- Data Entry 6: Vault-Wide Public Service Announcement; Get back to work everyone.
- Data Entry 7: Locked Administrative Reply; You're reaching for straws.

1st Floor, Administrative Secretary's Office:
- Data Entry 8: Drama Hoes; It is sort of funny that people aren't able to lie, though.
- Holotape Entry 3: Bill Self-Log; Byron's access still works everywhere.
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[personal profile] goodfight 2016-12-08 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
[It strikes him, then. And although it may ruin the proximity between them, Neil releases and not withholds.

Even when he would rather keep the potential hurt from Alex.]


Courier Six.

[The name people call him--that white-haired man with his Securitron army. It's the first time Neil has uttered the title in full to the rightly identified man.]

Hero of the Second Battle of Hoover Dam. White hair, dark hair. Friend, foe, traitor, or messiah. They don't define you either.
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[personal profile] goodfight 2016-12-08 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Expectation crumbles away. It is only Alex and Neil in this broken down projection room.

Neil closes his eyes, absorbing the touch, the echo, and the weight of another's hand pressing down.]


Don't think it will ever be enough. Loving you.

[Wanting you more than he can rightfully bear.]
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[personal profile] goodfight 2016-12-08 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
That's not it.

[There is nothing about sufficiency here. Nothing about a lack. Neil opens his eyes to a sad, smiling Alex.]

Just saying there isn't such a thing as loving you 'too much,' Alex. You deserve all of my love.

[A pause as he wrinkles his nose.]

That is as cornball as it gets, wow.
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[personal profile] goodfight 2016-12-09 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Of course, he's more open to-- Wait, what?

Neil blinks, making sense and no sense of what is being referenced. Finally, he just gives up.]


That's 'cause tricky old Mr. Pituitary Gland is releasing endorphins straight into the normally calm and collected Mr. Brain, making me oh so happy to accept all the things.

[He says, deadpan.]
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[personal profile] goodfight 2016-12-09 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
...Right.

[That story again--something about his brain being scooped out and Alex having a conversation with it. Neil was hard-pressed to believe it then, and he's hard-pressed to believe it now.

He rolls his eyes at both declarations.]


Speak for yourself.
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[personal profile] goodfight 2016-12-09 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[He stills. He doesn't smile back.]

It is hard to accept.

[Hard to swallow down, what with Neil's general aversion to connections.]

Even knowing I can't lie. I've always been two minded about things, and maybe I got used to that. Still.

[And yet.]

Maybe it's the vault. Maybe it's actually me, but I'm pretty solid on how I feel about you.

[Not so much on the outcome of that love.]
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[personal profile] goodfight 2016-12-09 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Once upon a time, Neil would have answered with Novac. In that rundown motel, he confessed he loved someone, and from that moment, he became a changed man. He thinks to repeat that sentiment, that time.

But the truth isn't so simple as that.

His heart stutters. The weight on his chest suddenly feels like it could crush him.]


When I finally realized the past is dead.
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[personal profile] goodfight 2016-12-09 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Alex lays beside him, arms and legs adjusting to hold him, and Neil shivers as if cold.]

It doesn't seem right.

[He cannot help murmuring.]

Supposed to fall in love over happy things. Not death.

[Not complete and utter loss, real or a possibility.]
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[personal profile] goodfight 2016-12-09 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
How can you know of hope if life is just death?

[Neil swallows, his throat thick with something he can't name.]

We've got some good things, don't we? It can't be all bad.
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[personal profile] goodfight 2016-12-09 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
[The hand at his face burns. Neil wants to tell Alex to forget it, dismiss everything as the ramblings of a mind off its rocker, but he can't.

He can only answer.]


Things fall apart in the new world.

[New. Old. Terms common in the West, defining past and present. Possibly shaping the future.]

People love and people leave. I shouldn't feel for you this much when that's the way things are. That's asking for trouble. Begging for it.
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[personal profile] goodfight 2016-12-11 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Except Neil Park is a lonely little boy. Except Alex Seattle Geer has something broken inside him. Except they're going 'round and 'round, and it hurts to hear how different they are from other people. Even as it sings sweet nothings in his head.

Alex will not let him go, and Neil--]


You think I'd want to let you go? I said before--

[After he smashed his fist into the wall.]

--you're going to make me never want to leave you. But I don't know... I don't know where we're going anymore. I don't know anything. Feel like I'm walking blind right now. In circles, maybe.
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[personal profile] goodfight 2016-12-11 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Alex grabs his shoulder and looks him in the eye, and Neil can only see the color, the blue overtaking all else.]

"By the time we get there, this will just be a memory."

[It's a repeat. An echo. It was spoken in the basement of the Jefferson Memorial as ED-E filed the jagged edges of the hole in his skull with a fine laser.]

Isn't that what you told me? "This is nothing but a moment." And I--

[Another echo screaming inside his skull.]

--want to see the sun set on those shores. With you. But you have to show me where to go.

[Before Neil loses himself along the way.]
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[personal profile] goodfight 2016-12-11 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
And now yours. Entirely.

[Given in bittersweet tones. Neil blinks away the damn tears, wishing he himself was an adequate offering. But Alex raises a question. The part of Neil's skull that's a fraction softer than the rest aches in its utterance.

But still. Still.]


A no good, fucked up, nightmare-inducing memory. But a memory.

[More ghost than flesh.]

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