hadriel_logs | Event Log: A Hope for the Future

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the A Hope for the Future event
Where: All over the city!
When: April 15th-April 19th
Warnings: Stealth Rock

It's finally time to reap the rewards you've earned from all that hard work collecting and returning the Hope orbs! Be careful walking the streets during the small earthquakes, but feel free to admire the scenery as your beautiful city reassembles its way back into its former glory.

There are new houses where the destroyed buildings once were, and they're perfect for a single person or pair of lovebirds. In addition, you'll find that the electricity to these new houses, and all other homes and shops in the city is restored. The food is better, the monsters are gone- hey, this city might be livable again!

To cap it all off, we've got a feast waiting for you on the 19th! Come one, come all, and enjoy all of your favorite foods, drinks, and party games. It's been awhile since we've all gotten together to celebrate something good, so get your party on and toss all your troubles away!

► This log covers April 14th-April 19th.
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Heh, harsh... But that's not what I mean.

[What she does mean is neatly interrupted by being twirled. She laughs, gripping his shoulders.]

Wow, that was bold.

Guess I have some moves

[Meaning: that was entirely a fluke but he's glad it didn't end in disaster]

So....what did you mean then?

Pft... guess you do. [Her fingers settle at the nape of his neck again, brushing against his hair.]

... I don't know. I just... I think my dad's always felt that way about me. I was never... what he wanted. Never good enough. [She huffs out a soft breath through her nose.]

Fucked me up a little bit.

[Whistler goes quiet, settling back into a slow rhythmic motion as they move to music that they aren't even paying attention to. Part of him sort of knew that was the sort of thing she'd been getting at...but still it feels like a hand pressing on his heartbeat when she says it]

I can't speak for every kid that was born like me but, uh, my parents sort of always viewed me like I was broken. Like I was something they had broken. So....I was sort of...something they were protective of but also something they didn't want to talk about. They hated people knowing their kid wasn't like the other kids. They'd say they just wanted to make sure I wasn't bullied but....pretty early on I figured out it was also because they didn't want people to look at them as 'the parents of a blind kid'.

[He leans forward just enough to bump his forehead against hers]

What...uh....whaat makes you think your dad...saw you that way?

[Julie jumps slightly in surprise when he leans in so close, but laughs it off with a subdued chuckle. She shakes her head.]

The way he looked at me... things he said... He was trying. I know he was, but after my mom--... after my mom left I don't think he knew what to do with me. [She was only twelve, and his focuses had always been elsewhere.]

I did a lot of stupid stuff. I guess I was... rebelling. Hurting myself because it felt like I deserved it. [Quietly, she scoffs to herself.] I turned into someone he didn't know. He's a military man, you know? All regulations and rules. I hate it.

It's funny, isn't it? How often its the people who are supposed to love us the most who just...don't get it.

[And when he says funny in this instance he means it's everything but. Cruel irony isn't actually that funny when it's a lived experience]

That's why we end up having to make our own. Find our own people who aren't with us because they hope one day they can turn us into x,y,z, but because they like who were are to begin with. They become the family we needed.

I needed my dad. [Julie mutters.

But she didn't get that, so she found her way towards other things. Eventually, she settled down, but she was still drinking too much and smoking things she probably shouldn't have been. If it hadn't been for Nora and Perry, who knows what might have happened to her.]

... Perry was the first person that really saw me for the person I was. Then I lost him, too.

[People say loss can be seen in the eyes. And whether or not that is true, Whistler will never know. But what he has found is that it has made a home for itself in the voice, in the way voices can never really hide the way something hurts. Either too tight, too forced, too quite, just...off. And loss lives in the way bodies shift and change. Nerves and taut muscles.

It makes a deep ache in his chest when Julie talks, so much so that he slows to a stop, hands holding her steady in place a moment before he simply steps forward, closes the gap between them, and pulls her into a bear hug.

There's nothing he can do. He can't take away a single thing that has hurt her. But god he wishes if only for a moment he could keep her safe from something. ]

[And Julie has lost so much. Her home, her childhood, her chance at a normal life. Her mother, her father's attention, her boyfriend, and so much more besides.

She doesn't expect Whistler to hug her like that. He never has before, not like that, and she finds that she chuckles softly but warmly as she presses her cheek against his shoulder and tightens the grip of her arms around his neck.]

... Thanks.

[This kind of closeness is usually a fraught experience for Whistler. It usually comes with the expectation of awkward limb placement and with an overload of tactile information that makes him all too aware of himself. Their breathing and his breathing, their heartbeat and his... not to mention the fact that more often than not he doesn't trust the other person to have this degree of direct contact with him. This degree of power over him. When he was a kid, being hugged would make him go tense, straightening like a board and waiting with his breath held for the experience to be over.

This is not the case this time. Her presence here feels wanted and steadying. So much so that he even gives her a small, reassuring squeeze in response to her thanks]

No problem

[Is the only thing he can think of to say, whispering it]

[Julie stays right where she is for a few moments more, then lets her arms drop, curling her hands around the backs of his shoulders. Given their height difference, it's a little more comfortable, and she lightly pats the back of one of his shoulders before she finally shifts herself back.]

... Come on, we're out here to have some fun, right?

[Enough letting her bring the mood down all the time.]

Event Log: A Hope for the Future

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