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[The faces of the passerby's to the device's lens seem to be reflecting a range from distinct lack of interest to mild amusement to extreme confusion. They also appear to be shielding their heads from something, but from the device's position, it isn't quite clear what.
That is, until the throng clears enough for the device to get a good shot of the fountain - and what appears to be an aquatic apparition thrashing about in the center of it all. Wrapped in one of its many tendrils can be seen a man in slightly tattered clothes, though his most distinct feature is the flaming red hair that might be somewhat familiar to select residents of the City. He is also screaming and flailing against the monster theatrically.]
No! No! Somebody, stop this beast! This is no way for a man to go! No!
[As the creature lifts him to its mouth(?), he confines himself to his fate and shouts to whatever observers have stuck around to watch the events unfold.]
Tell my family - I love them!
[But it's too late for him. The monster slips him into its translucent mouth and he can be seen sliding through the watery entrails - and then sliding right back out through the stomach, depositing him just close enough to get a better view of him. His concentration broken, the monster collapses back to its original position in the fountain, thoroughly soaking the man and the other observers in the process. They look annoyed. He looks...disappointed.]
Bugger. Another flop. [He turns to the device with something of a smile, putting his abundant freckles and soft brown eyes into view.] The stomach's supposed to be more akin to jelly, see? The idea was suspension, not lubrication.
[He sighs and gets to his feet, brushing himself off despite his dripping wet state.]
All in due time. Let's go it again. Come on, Georgie.
[He addresses another, though he is quite noticeably alone, and it's only in this that his voice takes a slightly less chipper tone. All that can be seen is his back and the strange, ethereal movement of the water as he walks back over to the fountain and the device shuts off.]
[ /video ]
[ooc; Fred is officially in the City! :D He hasn't quite figured out the device yet, though he played with it for a good while beforehand because that was curious minds do! Feel free to say your character was an unfortunate observer or just happened to pass him by or whatever, really. As a side note, I'm going to be disappearing around 1pm-ish today, so tags may come slow after that, but backtagging is love and I will reply as quickly as possible! Go crazy, you silly kids! ♥]
[The faces of the passerby's to the device's lens seem to be reflecting a range from distinct lack of interest to mild amusement to extreme confusion. They also appear to be shielding their heads from something, but from the device's position, it isn't quite clear what.
That is, until the throng clears enough for the device to get a good shot of the fountain - and what appears to be an aquatic apparition thrashing about in the center of it all. Wrapped in one of its many tendrils can be seen a man in slightly tattered clothes, though his most distinct feature is the flaming red hair that might be somewhat familiar to select residents of the City. He is also screaming and flailing against the monster theatrically.]
No! No! Somebody, stop this beast! This is no way for a man to go! No!
[As the creature lifts him to its mouth(?), he confines himself to his fate and shouts to whatever observers have stuck around to watch the events unfold.]
Tell my family - I love them!
[But it's too late for him. The monster slips him into its translucent mouth and he can be seen sliding through the watery entrails - and then sliding right back out through the stomach, depositing him just close enough to get a better view of him. His concentration broken, the monster collapses back to its original position in the fountain, thoroughly soaking the man and the other observers in the process. They look annoyed. He looks...disappointed.]
Bugger. Another flop. [He turns to the device with something of a smile, putting his abundant freckles and soft brown eyes into view.] The stomach's supposed to be more akin to jelly, see? The idea was suspension, not lubrication.
[He sighs and gets to his feet, brushing himself off despite his dripping wet state.]
All in due time. Let's go it again. Come on, Georgie.
[He addresses another, though he is quite noticeably alone, and it's only in this that his voice takes a slightly less chipper tone. All that can be seen is his back and the strange, ethereal movement of the water as he walks back over to the fountain and the device shuts off.]
[ /video ]
[ooc; Fred is officially in the City! :D He hasn't quite figured out the device yet, though he played with it for a good while beforehand because that was curious minds do! Feel free to say your character was an unfortunate observer or just happened to pass him by or whatever, really. As a side note, I'm going to be disappearing around 1pm-ish today, so tags may come slow after that, but backtagging is love and I will reply as quickly as possible! Go crazy, you silly kids! ♥]
he's there for you when he shouldn't be but he stays all the same;
Date: 2011-08-23 02:27 pm (UTC)But three years? Nineteen? That isn't something he could've guessed in all his wildest dreams. How the bloody Hell is that even possible? That's not even the troubling part, the bit that has Fred gripping the counter too hard, knuckles whitening as he looks for words.]
...Blimey.
[He really had missed her growing up, but not properly. Not the way she was meant to, but in some sort of dimensional time pocket that has her somehow months behind him but years ahead, and absolutely nothing about this ruddy place makes sense. The only thing he can think of, the one thought that is painfully clear despite everything else clouding around it - Fred really did miss Ginny growing up. He missed her coming of age, he missed the years that shaped her into the woman she is now. And at the same time, she's still that teen from he's gone and left behind back home. 'Muriel's, which means she hasn't lived the battle yet, hasn't seen the war in its prime and the destruction that's come of it. Destruction of the castle, its grounds, but more than that, its people. Families, friends, that bloody wall coming apart--.
Turning his back to her to rest his arms flat on the counter, hands balling in and out of fists, Fred hangs his head and just breaths. He tries to calm himself, because there are not enough explanations and too many questions and all of it's happening at once, leaving the Gryffindor inside him frustrated and annoyed, the Weasley inside of him hurt and confused - and his own, personal anger just boiling over as time goes on. Not at Ginny, gods, not at her, but at this place and the circumstances and the fact he's got no control over it whatsoever, and isn't that the most difficult part? It's out of his hands. It is what it is, and he can't change that. Can't take back his absence or his death, or the years Ginny's gone without them. It's seeming more and more like he can't do a damn thing.
He slams his right fist down on the counter in the only outburst he'll allow himself before resting his forehead in his hands and exhaling slowly. This is ridiculous, impossible, and he doesn't know what to do. What is he supposes to do?]
he's there for you when he shouldn't be but he stays all the same;
Date: 2011-08-23 02:56 pm (UTC)[Two and a half. Like that will make it any better. Too late. Ginny wishes she could take back the words the moment she's said them. The sudden deflation in her brother, the surge of anger, knowing for certain now that it was what she said that did it - the regret tears through her stomach and claws up her throat, snatching desperately at the words in the air, but it's too late. Still, she tries to salvage the situation as best she can, slipping off the countertop and crossing the kitchen so she can rest a hand on her brother's shoulder, squeezing it with a firm reassurance even as she ducks her head around to try and meet his eyes again.
Her expression is earnest and apologetic. It says I'm so sorry and please trust me all wrapped up in I'm still me and I love you. Her voice is a low, but fierce whisper, willing the words to make it through the emotional wall they were so good at hiding but all knew was there. Weasleys. Their strength and their weakness is the absolute love and loyalty they have for each other.]
Hey. Hey. [She gives his shoulder a little jostle.] Fred, listen to me. I know what you're bloody thinking, so don't. It's not your fault, any of it, me being here or you not being here, and Merlin knows I'd feel the same way if it was the other way around but don't you dare. If you want anyone to blame, it's the City and its deities, but I've never hated any of you lot for leaving me behind here. Why should I? We're all meant to be home, and if some of you lot got there faster than me, then... fine. That's— [She's losing steam.] It's fine.
[She drags in a breath and it catches on the tightness in her throat, so she shakes her head and gives her brother as tight a hug as she can manage with him standing at the counter like he is. Tall. They're all so much taller than her, she'll never be as tall even as time passes, but this is a constant to them. Her voice gives the tiniest of hitches when she next speaks, and she's suddenly grateful he isn't looking at her for this next quiet admission.]
But if being here means I can be with you for a little while longer, then I don't give a damn how long I'm stuck.
[And there's Fred's answer to his unspoken question. His little sister does know what happens in the end.]
he's there for you when he shouldn't be but he stays all the same;
Date: 2011-09-01 03:57 pm (UTC)She knows.
She knows, has known this whole time and dammit, that changes everything. There are the physical clues, sure, but he doesn't need to be told that isn't all there is behind such a simple sentiment. Someone's gone and told her that he gets offed, blown away in a fairly literal sense, and she's had to carry that knowledge with her this entire time. He can't decide which is worse: having to cope with the sudden death of your sibling or having said dead sibling drop into your lap for an unknown amount of time? What could be going through the mind of this older-yet-still-too-young girl as she clings to him, hiding her face almost as though hiding from this unspoken acknowledgment? Fred doesn't like it, any of it - and he closes his eyes for just a moment to think.
Hadn't he said the same thing to Claire? That having Ginny with him is Heaven enough for him? This time together is borrowed time, time the "deities" have given them, isn't that all that matters now? He can't think on the fact that she'll enjoy his lovely presence for who knows how long, only to one day go home and lose him all over again - likely for good. He has to focus on the arms around him, the warmth from the young woman that is and always will be his sister, holding him together when he'd much like to fall apart. This is all that's important. With a bit of awkward difficulty, he pulls one arm free to wrap around her and - very rare, such pure unabated affection - kisses her forehead.
'Don't feel guilty. Don't be sad. We're fine. We're together.']
You'll be sick of me soon enough.
he's there for you when he shouldn't be but he stays all the same;
Date: 2011-09-01 09:02 pm (UTC)Walking through a nightmarish joke shop, hearing her brother's voice calling out to her, finding an Inferi wearing his face—
Ginny squeezes her eyes shut at the kiss to her forehead, something that none of her brothers ever did after she grew up, something that was too sweet, and personal, and vulnerable—and Fred just did it, because words aren't enough for this, and Merlin's beard, she swore she wouldn't cry because she's known for ages but this is so much worse than the first time. She draws in a quick, silent breath, holds it, lets it out, tightens her hug around her brother.]
Too bloody right I will be.
[Her words are the opposite of their meaning, but this is how she speaks to her brothers sometimes, and this is how they speak to her. And today, the meaning is simple and clear: never. What she's thinking is still tightly bottled up. She'll never be sick of you, Fred Weasley, so how could you leave her and the rest of the family behind? How could you?
Ginny disentangles herself from Fred when the kettle's whistle cuts through the air, and the moment is broken as she quickly scrubs at her eyes with the back of her hand, clears her throat, goes about making that long-forgotten tea. Her cheeks might be a little flushed and her eyes might be a little too bright, but she's holding it together as best she can.]
he's there for you when he shouldn't be but he stays all the same;
Date: 2011-09-02 04:31 am (UTC)It almost feels as though the whole world is failing him. Or maybe he's failing it.
When she moves to tend to the tea, Fred stays with his back to her for a moment to compose himself. He shouldn't be this brash and emotional, but at the same time, he shouldn't be alive to feel any of it at all. This should be a happy moment. This needs to be a happy moment. He swallows down the lump in his throat and goes back to leaning against the counter as though their brief emotional interlude never took place.]
"The City"'s a rather terrible name, if you ask me. I almost feel as though I should be filing a complaint.
he's there for you when he shouldn't be but he stays all the same;
Date: 2011-09-03 05:51 pm (UTC)[The words come out a little too forcibly calm, and Ginny huffs out an irritated breath at herself, hand coming up to wipe at her eyes again. Bloody hell, she needs to get a hold of herself. She can tell that Fred's trying to brush off the past few minutes and she should try too, but her hands have the faintest tremble to them as they fix up the tea and for a moment, she forgets how Fred takes his because it's been so long and she goes still for a moment in trying to remember. No way is she asking. She's his sister, she's family, she should know.
What is... alright, no, it's fine, she's got this. Milk, sugar, tea, mugs, don't forget to charm the mug nice and warm, now. Ginny hands Fred his tea, a little frazzled, but she's smiling again as she holds on to her own drink. She is smiling, damn it.]
But do me a favour and don't hack off the deities, alright? I know, I know, this coming from me, but I've only just gotten you back and I'd rather not have to worry for a few more days yet.