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riverviewlogs2018-08-08 04:06 pm
11calls) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-08-08 04:06 pm
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who: Alex Reagan and hopefully you!
what: An open log. There's a couple open prompts but if they don't work just add your own! And don't worry about styles. I'll match em.
when: The month of August.
where: Anywhere you want her to be that's not the mingle, honestly!
warnings: Not that I can think of at the moment.
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Despite everything else in her life, Alex Reagan happened to be someone who was a person of habit, and so where she could be found just happened to be habit as well. So, all too often Alex found herself working at The Coffee Shop rather than her office with the substandard coffee and the annoying interns. She was there almost every day with at least one empty cup in front of her, one full one and some sort of pastries there for anyone who might happen to want to stop by and visit, or for anyone whom she had a lunch date with. The table itself was largely taken up with two books and a notebook, along with her phone from home. She inevitably had one of the books open, even though both of them were on the same lines of things, even if vastly different.
Alex would either be reading from a book on learning Spanish and copying what she was learning into the notebook in small and frantic writing, as if her hand couldn't keep up with her brain, because well... That's basically what happened, even in things like this. Still, she was making a real effort to do it, and the book was deeply into, as Alex was hitting the harder parts of the beginner's section and there were lists of words that went along with it.
The second book is much older and still somehow less well-loved than the first one, and Alex had found it in the back of the library shelves. Despite having taken it out days ago, she was still dealing with the beginning pages of it, and if there was something that was guaranteed that would make her grumble, it was this. But still, she was determined to try and teach herself how to read Cruciform even if it killed her, which at this point it honestly just might do. So when someone came up to her, she was all too ready to sit either of them aside, and greeting the other person with a grin, especially if it was someone who she expected.
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The other way in which Alex was a creature of habit came with her walking her dog in the afternoon. Alex's pitbull was large and gray and more than a little friendly, which probably made sense considering Alex Reagan was his owner. Her mornings were normally running and rowing, but afternoon walks were more slow and leisurely and normally made by herself. Well, by herself as well as her playing Pokemon Go, even if no one else was. So, yes, she's walking her dog but she's also got her device out to let her know when there just happens to be a pokemon or two in the area that she's walking in.
Normally she collects one or two, and fights at a gym or so, and then goes about her business and comes home. Not today though. Today, Alex just stopped so suddenly that Apo's leash actually snapped taunt for a moment before the gray dog came back to see her, and Alex is just staring at her phone for a second. The dumbed silence only lasts for a second or two before Alex just yells like the child who she can come times be: "Oh my god! It's a Pikachu! It's a Pikachu!" Then without a preamble other than that, Alex just takes off after it, a giant grin on her face. She's never caught one before.
what: An open log. There's a couple open prompts but if they don't work just add your own! And don't worry about styles. I'll match em.
when: The month of August.
where: Anywhere you want her to be that's not the mingle, honestly!
warnings: Not that I can think of at the moment.
I.
Despite everything else in her life, Alex Reagan happened to be someone who was a person of habit, and so where she could be found just happened to be habit as well. So, all too often Alex found herself working at The Coffee Shop rather than her office with the substandard coffee and the annoying interns. She was there almost every day with at least one empty cup in front of her, one full one and some sort of pastries there for anyone who might happen to want to stop by and visit, or for anyone whom she had a lunch date with. The table itself was largely taken up with two books and a notebook, along with her phone from home. She inevitably had one of the books open, even though both of them were on the same lines of things, even if vastly different.
Alex would either be reading from a book on learning Spanish and copying what she was learning into the notebook in small and frantic writing, as if her hand couldn't keep up with her brain, because well... That's basically what happened, even in things like this. Still, she was making a real effort to do it, and the book was deeply into, as Alex was hitting the harder parts of the beginner's section and there were lists of words that went along with it.
The second book is much older and still somehow less well-loved than the first one, and Alex had found it in the back of the library shelves. Despite having taken it out days ago, she was still dealing with the beginning pages of it, and if there was something that was guaranteed that would make her grumble, it was this. But still, she was determined to try and teach herself how to read Cruciform even if it killed her, which at this point it honestly just might do. So when someone came up to her, she was all too ready to sit either of them aside, and greeting the other person with a grin, especially if it was someone who she expected.
ii
The other way in which Alex was a creature of habit came with her walking her dog in the afternoon. Alex's pitbull was large and gray and more than a little friendly, which probably made sense considering Alex Reagan was his owner. Her mornings were normally running and rowing, but afternoon walks were more slow and leisurely and normally made by herself. Well, by herself as well as her playing Pokemon Go, even if no one else was. So, yes, she's walking her dog but she's also got her device out to let her know when there just happens to be a pokemon or two in the area that she's walking in.
Normally she collects one or two, and fights at a gym or so, and then goes about her business and comes home. Not today though. Today, Alex just stopped so suddenly that Apo's leash actually snapped taunt for a moment before the gray dog came back to see her, and Alex is just staring at her phone for a second. The dumbed silence only lasts for a second or two before Alex just yells like the child who she can come times be: "Oh my god! It's a Pikachu! It's a Pikachu!" Then without a preamble other than that, Alex just takes off after it, a giant grin on her face. She's never caught one before.
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"Perhaps you can imagine," he said. "To what desperate men will resort when they are starving and dying."
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There was no judgment in her face, just concern for him, Alex couldn't help it.
cw: The Terror spoilers, survival cannibalism, murder
"I told you about Hickey. He murdered the man I thought his closest friend, and ordered me to butcher the corpse. I refused—it went against everything I was, to do that—but he threatened to torture an innocent man until I complied."
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“He killed his friend and then threatened torture to get you to do it to someone else? Christ he really is a monster isn’t he?” Among other things. Things that Alex wants to call him, but she doesn’t want to stop Harry from talking. There’s a niggling sense in her gut that’s telling her this isn’t even as bad as it got.
So she just asked softly, “what happened, Harry?"
cw: The Terror spoilers, survival cannibalism, murder, suicide
"Hickey and his men captured our captain, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he would murder Crozier as well. He would do anything to survive, that man. And I—I suppose I had succumbed to despair, by then."
He drank then, but only a little.
"I took poison, and contrived it to look like suicide so that Hickey would not know." He turned his arm up and rolled back his sleeve to expose the inner skin of his wrist and forearm, revealing a long pale scar. "I warned Crozier so that he would not fall victim as well, and I hope that he lives yet. As for the others..." He shakes his head. "I have wrestled daily with what I did since I woke here. I am not sorry for HIckey, but for the other men ... I tell myself that they were spared a longer, more wretched end." But Alex could undoubtedly tell from his face that he didn't believe that self-justification.
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When he was finished, Alex didn't really have any words for him, a rarity for the reporter who could talk about most anything, and had many times over both back home and since she'd been here. So, she just hugged him, because he needed it, and because more often than not, Alex thought that hugs helped.
"I think you did spare them, Harry. I think you spared them, and I don't think they'd blame you for it." Her words are soft and spoken in with the hug. "I'm so sorry that you needed to do that."
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But he was tired now from the telling, so tired, and Alex's embrace was the sort of kind human touch he hadn't had in ... he couldn't remember how long. He bowed his head; he could think of nothing else to say. "Thank you. For that."
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"I know it's hard, but you're here for a reason, Harry. Whatever the reason, this place decided that you deserved a second chance," the words reminded her of another conversation, one similar in scope with Peter. "You have every right to take it, you know."
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Giving him a smile, she just added, with a squeeze of his hand, "this doesn't change my opinion on you, if you're worried about it. You're still my friend."
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