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[lacksgrace]

[ Time for another lovely PA post from Tranquility's resident insensitive jerk. Except, this time, the video isn't as focused as normal; it bounces a little with each step he takes and only shows glimpses of green. The thick, pretty dense parts of the Oxygen Garden. ]

I keep saying it over and over, and I don't think people are getting the idea yet. [ A huff. ] No one has it easy--I understand that. Every jump brings a new group of people here, and it's the same boring shit.

I don't wanna be here. I wanna go home. This place is dangerous. Maybe it is, yeah. But has anyone ever considered actually trying to make it work instead of just, I dunno. Looking for a way to leave?

[ The aggravation isn't wearing off this time. He's had a bad jump, and when he sets his device aside, tucked somewhere up in a tree so he can look into it, his face is pretty pale. Bells seems anxious, unsure. He bites at his lip. ]

I mean, it's not the worst place. Right? There are things, people worth needing to be here for. And what if - [ He visibly swallows, looking down at something he's holding in his hands. ] - what if you're pretty damn sure home doesn't wanna have you back anyway? The message is kinda clear when someone you thought who'd never, fuck. Someone who you figured would never say something like that to you has said what they think without even being here.

[ Rambling now, and his fingers tremble as he lifts the gun into view. It hangs limply for a second, then he curls his hand around it. Tight enough so that his knuckles are white with the pressure. Bells steps closer to the device, snatching it and bringing it close to his face. The barrel, now, is pressed hard beneath his jaw.]

None of you have any fucking idea. This isn't the worst it could be.

[ He drops the device, and just as the video is cut, the sound of the gun discharging can be heard. ]

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[lacksgrace]

[ Which is the best answer he could have gotten because Bells helps himself to a spot on the ground not too far away, looking at his hands before looking at Tobias. ]

I'm not really sure where I'm supposed to start.

[nothlit]

[he remains standing for a moment, watching him, before levering himself down to sit a comfortable middle distance from Bells. it makes him think of before he arrived, and the beach, and he shakes it off because Bells is not his friend, even if he's here to let the guy blow off steam.]

How about, why you thought a gun was a good solution to not wanting to go home.

[lacksgrace]

It wasn't. I mean, I know it's not gonna solve anything. I just wasn't thinking about it. [ Honest, simple. He looks right back down at his hands. ] Maybe giving 'em what they asked for would have made it better. But I kinda just pissed a lot of people off instead.

[nothlit]

[he doesn't have any nervous ticks as they sit there; once Tobias would have plucked the grass and played with it, but hawks don't have those impulse reactions. they don't fuss. he just sits with his hands in his lap, watching Bells]

What they asked for?

[lacksgrace]

I'm pretty sure they don't need me back home. [ A slight pause. ] It kinda frustrated me, I guess. And I did something stupid.

[nothlit]

You mean the gun.

[unless he meant he did something stupid back home, but. he was going to let Bells fill those blanks in.]