RE: Forgive Me
04-18-2016, 06:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-18-2016, 06:51 PM by 2create.)
> Vince Starvault, of Cilmareen.
"I- I'm Vince Starvault. I come from Cilmareen. I'm here for a funeral, and l-legal proceedings."
That went a lot smoother in my head. Telling lies isn't easy at the best of times, and this isn't the best of times.
"Can I see your documents?"
I nod nervously, grasping at my passport. I almost pull out the note that was left behind for me, but when I present the contents of my hand, it's only the little booklet that proves my citizenship.
I hand it over, and wait while he takes a look. His eyes skim over the text, and then pause.
...
He's taking too long. Is something wrong? Does he know about my father? Does he suspect me?
"S-sir?"
"Mmm. You can pass."
He gives me back the passport, and I quietly put it away. Relieved, I let go of my held breath.
"And, my condolences."
"Oh! Yes, thanks."
I shuffle past him, over the border. I'm no longer in Estlyle. I'm in Ninecord, and there is nothing that can stop me from reaching my destination. That said, the long walk has taken its toll. I'm exhausted, physically and mentally.
There it is. The second house on the left.
With the last of my strength, I drag myself up the stairs. My finger reaches for the doorbell.
Then, darkness.
My fingers dance a sophisticated pattern on my keyboard.
«Damn it, Vince! Read your messages once in a while would you?»
«You haven't been on in six hours.»
I sigh, and get up from my chair. It's no use. He's probably sick or something. I walk toward by drawer, picking up the cardboard box that was delivered to my name. There isn't any sign of a sender's address or initials, sadly.
I haven't yet opened it. I've been waiting in order to know who it's from, but all of my friends have denied sending it. Except Vince, who hasn't answered.
((You can now take control of Vince whenever he's awake.))
"I- I'm Vince Starvault. I come from Cilmareen. I'm here for a funeral, and l-legal proceedings."
That went a lot smoother in my head. Telling lies isn't easy at the best of times, and this isn't the best of times.
"Can I see your documents?"
I nod nervously, grasping at my passport. I almost pull out the note that was left behind for me, but when I present the contents of my hand, it's only the little booklet that proves my citizenship.
I hand it over, and wait while he takes a look. His eyes skim over the text, and then pause.
...
He's taking too long. Is something wrong? Does he know about my father? Does he suspect me?
"S-sir?"
"Mmm. You can pass."
He gives me back the passport, and I quietly put it away. Relieved, I let go of my held breath.
"And, my condolences."
"Oh! Yes, thanks."
I shuffle past him, over the border. I'm no longer in Estlyle. I'm in Ninecord, and there is nothing that can stop me from reaching my destination. That said, the long walk has taken its toll. I'm exhausted, physically and mentally.
There it is. The second house on the left.
With the last of my strength, I drag myself up the stairs. My finger reaches for the doorbell.
Then, darkness.
My fingers dance a sophisticated pattern on my keyboard.
«Damn it, Vince! Read your messages once in a while would you?»
«You haven't been on in six hours.»
I sigh, and get up from my chair. It's no use. He's probably sick or something. I walk toward by drawer, picking up the cardboard box that was delivered to my name. There isn't any sign of a sender's address or initials, sadly.
I haven't yet opened it. I've been waiting in order to know who it's from, but all of my friends have denied sending it. Except Vince, who hasn't answered.
((You can now take control of Vince whenever he's awake.))