40th Resurrection

[sanctus_dei]

[Mail call! Theo's at the mail box on his way home when he notices there's been a delivery. Inside is a small envelope with his name on it. Great, more bullshit from home, he thinks. Whatever it is, is small and most likely metal.

He takes it inside and opens it at the kitchen. Out of it falls a small .38 caliber bullet which clatters to the table. Looking at it closely, it's smeared with blood. Theo stares at it blankly. He immediately knows what it is.]

You sick sons of bitches...

[Family members are free to come across this scene.

Later, Theo can be found walking around town, glad the weather is finally warming up. He's looking rather sullen, but accompanying are his two crow familiars. One flies ahead, or slowly around him, and the other sits on his shoulder. He's also talking aloud to them, and they chatter back.]

No, I really can't explain it. I missed a lot of it. There was a highway, and then a robot, and... no, you're not going out to the highway. There's nothing there.

Except maybe bears.

[Approach/accost/etc?]

Comments

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Why does someone like me deserve it for that! Or your brother, or anyone like us! How could you possibly forgive that?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Some of us are just monumentally fucked up, or have fucked up beyond redemption. I'm dead, I got what was coming to me! That's the only redemption I deserve.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I would have been executed later. In the end it's the same.

[At this point, Theo is starting to sound exhausted.]

I can't see Mayfield as a second chance. Mayfield is a punishment.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[In the meanwhile, Theo had taken his flask back out, taking a long pull from it this time before setting it down on the table, empty.

After a moment, he looks at her.]

What do you see Mayfield as, then? Why do you think you're here?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

And what did he think? Or did you not talk to him about it yet.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Hnn. Nothing good comes out of this place. We have our freedoms stripped, our lives taken away, threats always looming over us. How can there be anything good that comes out of it?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[That answer surprises him.]

...

I figured you'd consider that a black mark against Mayfield.