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sixthiterationlogs2017-01-13 10:00 pm
repressings) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-01-13 10:00 pm
red crosses on wooden doors;
WHO: Credence Barebone
WHERE: the inn
WHEN: December 14
OPEN TO: Anyone and everyone
WARNINGS: Standard warning for Credence's canon
STATUS: Open
When Credence wakes, it's his usual routine. He's up before dawn because that's just what he always does, ever since he was little and Mary Lou Barebone needed help around the church. Even if he doesn't want to give up the warmth of his many blankets piled up, he forces himself to, because laziness has never been tolerated. He has chores to do here, even if it's not a church.
If he keeps busy, he doesn't have to think. He's met a few people with his same mentality, most of them staying in the inn for that exact reason, and Credence likes to pretend that they're all a strange adoptive family. He'll think about it when he's alone, closing his eyes and wondering what their name would be if it had to be some sort of virtue, some puritan or Salem-esque name. It's a nice way to pass the time when there's nothing else to do.
He's up and dressed and it's when he opens the door and looks down that he notices it: a cardboard box, right there with the word 'Credence' right on the label.
A present. Another present, and he can only assume it's something wonderful and whimsical like the last time he'd gotten presents. It's from the observers--Cougar got candy, he remembers, and a few others got other, pleasant things. Since he's opened all of his other presents from last month, ones given from him by the villagers and not the observers, he decides to make this last as long as possible. He picks the small box up and hugs it protectively, making a promise to himself to only open it when he's done at the end of the day.
Regulars are free to notice he keeps it above the fireplace for the remainder of his work periods, staring at it longingly but refusing to actually move it from the mantle. Not yet. Anyone who asks will get the same answer--a bashful shrug and that he's waiting for the right moment to see what it is.
When he puts the broom down for the last time this evening is when he finally reaches out to the little parcel. Just a small cardboard box with his name on it, right by the fire, and there's a flicker of what could be construed as a smile as he allows himself to open it. He's waited all day--he guesses at what it is he takes his time, biting the inside of his cheek in anticipation. It's light, so it's not candy, and it rattles, so it's not gloves or any clothing.
When he opens it, he finds something else entirely. Credence finds a a necklace. Silver with black chord, a simple thing, a simple symbol: a triangle, a stick, a circle.
Credence's face is already pale, but what little colour that's left drains completely as he drops the box and the pendant itself like it's on fire. In the middle of the inn, right near the fire, he cries out, startled, and backs up a few steps back in surprise, knocking into a chair--or was it someone?--before falling backwards completely, hitting the floor with a solid thunk. He sits up, eyes darting around the room, looking for someone or something that isn't there, panicked. He's made quite the scene, the clatter to the floor and the startled cry loud is still bouncing off the small room's walls.
"Why?"
WHERE: the inn
WHEN: December 14
OPEN TO: Anyone and everyone
WARNINGS: Standard warning for Credence's canon
STATUS: Open
When Credence wakes, it's his usual routine. He's up before dawn because that's just what he always does, ever since he was little and Mary Lou Barebone needed help around the church. Even if he doesn't want to give up the warmth of his many blankets piled up, he forces himself to, because laziness has never been tolerated. He has chores to do here, even if it's not a church.
If he keeps busy, he doesn't have to think. He's met a few people with his same mentality, most of them staying in the inn for that exact reason, and Credence likes to pretend that they're all a strange adoptive family. He'll think about it when he's alone, closing his eyes and wondering what their name would be if it had to be some sort of virtue, some puritan or Salem-esque name. It's a nice way to pass the time when there's nothing else to do.
He's up and dressed and it's when he opens the door and looks down that he notices it: a cardboard box, right there with the word 'Credence' right on the label.
A present. Another present, and he can only assume it's something wonderful and whimsical like the last time he'd gotten presents. It's from the observers--Cougar got candy, he remembers, and a few others got other, pleasant things. Since he's opened all of his other presents from last month, ones given from him by the villagers and not the observers, he decides to make this last as long as possible. He picks the small box up and hugs it protectively, making a promise to himself to only open it when he's done at the end of the day.
Regulars are free to notice he keeps it above the fireplace for the remainder of his work periods, staring at it longingly but refusing to actually move it from the mantle. Not yet. Anyone who asks will get the same answer--a bashful shrug and that he's waiting for the right moment to see what it is.
When he puts the broom down for the last time this evening is when he finally reaches out to the little parcel. Just a small cardboard box with his name on it, right by the fire, and there's a flicker of what could be construed as a smile as he allows himself to open it. He's waited all day--he guesses at what it is he takes his time, biting the inside of his cheek in anticipation. It's light, so it's not candy, and it rattles, so it's not gloves or any clothing.
When he opens it, he finds something else entirely. Credence finds a a necklace. Silver with black chord, a simple thing, a simple symbol: a triangle, a stick, a circle.
Credence's face is already pale, but what little colour that's left drains completely as he drops the box and the pendant itself like it's on fire. In the middle of the inn, right near the fire, he cries out, startled, and backs up a few steps back in surprise, knocking into a chair--or was it someone?--before falling backwards completely, hitting the floor with a solid thunk. He sits up, eyes darting around the room, looking for someone or something that isn't there, panicked. He's made quite the scene, the clatter to the floor and the startled cry loud is still bouncing off the small room's walls.
"Why?"