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maskormenace2015-07-04 08:33 am
kingpawn) wrote in maskormenace2015-07-04 08:33 am
Entry tags:
- harleen quinzel | harley quinn,
- jaime reyes | blue beetle,
- jonathan crane | scarecrow,
- † alistair krei | n/a,
- † ana ramir | taranto,
- † april ludgate | janet snakehole,
- † bela talbot | n/a,
- † death | didi,
- † edward elric | the fullmetal alchemist,
- † ellie langford | n/a,
- † ellie williams | n/a,
- † euphemia li britannia | n/a,
- † frederick chilton | chief of staff!!,
- † jeff winger | wingman,
- † ken kaneki | one eyed king,
- † lapis lazuli | n/a,
- † matthew lin | abduxel,
- † mike parker | n/a,
- † naruto uzumaki | n/a,
- † riku | darkeater,
- † sarah manning | n/a,
- † wally west | kid flash,
- † walter white | heisenberg,
- † will graham | wolf trap,
- † winry rockbell | n/a
[03] Video
[ The video feed starts with Walt in a room in his Heropa home, an open box on the bed filled with Kaylee's things -- coveralls neatly folded and tucked inside, wrenches and other tools laid delicately on top...the whole process seems exceedingly painful for him as with each item he pulls out of the closet, the efforts become slow and labored. ]
I don't know who knew Kaylee Frye. If you didn't, you should have. I've never met anyone so genuinely cheerful and kind. She was the sunshine in this dark, cloudy world.
[ There's a very sad, forlorn smile. This feels more like a funeral, like saying goodbye to someone who passed away. And in some cases it's worse -- them vanishing to another universe, never to remember their time here, never to be seen again. ]
She helped me when she didn't have to. She cared when she shouldn't have. She took care of me when I couldn't take care of myself. And what did she expect in return? Nothing.
[ With a long pause, it's very clear Walt is trying to maintain his composure. A breath in and a breath out. ]
I hoped I was wrong. I hoped to god I was wrong. That her disappearance was only temporary. But it's been a few weeks, and there's been no sign of her returning. I will miss her. Every day I will miss her. I already do.
This world -- it's done nothing but take things away. From me. From everyone else. Can you honestly say you've gained anything from being here?
[ Walt goes to reach into the closet for one of the final items and his hand twitches back. The sadness in the lines of his face increases as he pulls out a wrapped present -- a card reading: To Mr. White.
That's when Walt can't hold it back anymore. He sits on the edge of the bed, pulls the square-shaped present to his chest and cries. ]
I don't know who knew Kaylee Frye. If you didn't, you should have. I've never met anyone so genuinely cheerful and kind. She was the sunshine in this dark, cloudy world.
[ There's a very sad, forlorn smile. This feels more like a funeral, like saying goodbye to someone who passed away. And in some cases it's worse -- them vanishing to another universe, never to remember their time here, never to be seen again. ]
She helped me when she didn't have to. She cared when she shouldn't have. She took care of me when I couldn't take care of myself. And what did she expect in return? Nothing.
[ With a long pause, it's very clear Walt is trying to maintain his composure. A breath in and a breath out. ]
I hoped I was wrong. I hoped to god I was wrong. That her disappearance was only temporary. But it's been a few weeks, and there's been no sign of her returning. I will miss her. Every day I will miss her. I already do.
This world -- it's done nothing but take things away. From me. From everyone else. Can you honestly say you've gained anything from being here?
[ Walt goes to reach into the closet for one of the final items and his hand twitches back. The sadness in the lines of his face increases as he pulls out a wrapped present -- a card reading: To Mr. White.
That's when Walt can't hold it back anymore. He sits on the edge of the bed, pulls the square-shaped present to his chest and cries. ]
voice. private.
[Is, said Chilton. Walter is a disorder. A telling use of language.]
He shot himself. There's a chance he didn't die. If he did, he might return in a more gruesome mindset.
voice. private.
Understood. [A quiet clattering of hooves on pavement, his voice still steady.] Do you know where he was? Can you give me a house number? And an hour to get back to you with the details.
[Does Will want to go knocking at every government house in Heropa (he assumes Walter is in Heropa) and ask if Walter lives there, or if they heard a gunshot? No. He doesn't want to break into houses where no one answers, either. Or worse: call Hank. But his use of language is telling, too. He would appreciate Chilton giving helpful information if he can! If he can't? Will is simply going to find out himself because he's been told to fetch and by God, he's going to.]
voice. private.
[He had access to whatever paperwork Walt had been subjected to, for the sake of psychiatric treatment.]
voice. private.
[Sit on the roof and watch fireworks with Abigail in his stead. Tell April he loves her. Just know that if he gets there, finds a set up, Walter turns the gun on Will and it's Will who returns in a more gruesome mindset, fetch is forgotten. He'll only bring this quarry back in his teeth, blood running raw down his throat and chest and—nah, no need to worry him like that. Or make this any more dramatic. He's already getting ready to travel shadow stag, for God's sake. An aria will kick in any second now.]
...give it another. I'll call when I have something substantial to give.
[No goodbye, that's the end of it, click. Off to do his thing. Chilton wants obedience? Pointing to a potentially bloody scene sure seems to work wonders.]