spam; the last journal post

[ukan]

[Getting on board was a moment of chaos. He remembers turning a corner, expecting to find fur and blood in his mouth, expecting maybe to get torn up in return, expecting maybe a bullet from above to take him down, too-

But instead he's somewhere metal, somewhere that smells of strangers and strangeness, and he's bleeding a trail but he runs for safety anyway. If there is any. If there are doors, anywhere, that he can open without changing back, because this has to be the FBI's work and so long as they think he's just a wolf, maybe they won't slit him open and poke around inside.]



[ooc: Lark is a wolf, for now. He'll have to change back sooner or later even if he doesn't want to, so feel free to tag him as human or wolf, just lemme know which.]

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[ukan]

Terrifying!

[But he says it like it's the same sort of scary a roller coaster is]

You should try it!

[tucky]

I think I'm gonna pass right now.

[She's loving this safe and solid Barge wall.]

Why'd you do it? Just for fun? Or were you trying to leave?

[ukan]

[He scoots back to sit against it, at her feet. Now that he's still, he's shivering, which is to be expected. He shivered like this the first time he went skydiving.]

I wanted to see if I'd wake up. That's a perfect cliche, isn't it?

[tucky]

Yeah, but it makes sense, don't it?

... You could've just pinched yourself, though.

[ukan]

[He laughs softly]

Next time I will.

...It is fun, though. [He's never thrown himself off of there before tonight, he's sure of that, and yet...]

I think I've seen this place before.

[tucky]

You mean the Barge?

[ukan]

[He looks up at her, trying not to show how horrifying this is, and failing]

This isn't just a prison, is it?

[tucky]

I don't know what it is sometimes.

[ukan]

But what happens if I don't graduate?

[He's remembering the first time he came, the near-death that preceded it. Or maybe he really had died; he remembers being hit.]

Do I just not go home? Do I die?

[tucky]

Most people stay here. But... yeah, people leave. Disappear. I don't know what happens then.

[ukan]

[He's glad he's sitting down.]

I still don't- How do I know what I'm here for? How am I supposed to know what the Admiral considers a crime?

[tucky]

... You really wanna know what I think?

[ukan]

Please.

[For the first time in more than a decade Lark is this close to begging.]

[tucky]

I don't think you're here 'cause you did something wrong. Maybe you did, but that ain't why you're here.

I think you're here so you can figure out how to make your life better than it already is.

[ukan]

[He closes his eyes and just breathes a moment. She might as well have handed him back the ground.]

I think I can do that.

[He reaches up, and touches just her fingertips with his]

Thank you.

[tucky]

[She smiles, pressing lightly against his fingers.]

Yeah, no problem. You okay?

[ukan]

Not yet.

[he's not looking for sympathy there, just giving her honesty]

But I think I will be.

Tell me something about you?

[tucky]

Okay.

My name's Tiffany. I been here for six months. I, uh... I'm still figuring out who I am, I guess.

[ukan]

[There's a charm in that sort of honesty. No one he knows is that forward about their inner workings.]

What do you know, so far? What are you not?

[tucky]

I'm not a person who wants to do bad things anymore.

[ukan]

Do you believe you can make up for the things you've already done?

[tucky]

For other people or for your own self?

[ukan]

Mm, good question. People find it easier to beg forgiveness from others than they do from themselves, though, so- either. Which do you go for?

[tucky]

... I guess I forgave myself.