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[isingofwar.livejournal.com]

James Abernathy

Loving Son

8/27/86 - 11/23/07

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[tainted-blooded.livejournal.com]

Were they important to you?

[isingofwar.livejournal.com]

That's a rather existential question. Just how important was I to myself?

But my parents certainly saw fit to put in the money to get me a decent gravestone.

*glances at it sidelong*

I think the 'loving son' business is a bit much though.

[tainted-blooded.livejournal.com]

That's for you?

*blinks a couple of times before reaching out to poke him*

But you're in front of me, how can you be dead?

[isingofwar.livejournal.com]

Boo!

Don’t ask me, I never believed in this afterlife stuff.

[tainted-blooded.livejournal.com]

*screams because he made her jump, not for any other reason and then starts to laugh*

You're a ghost?

[isingofwar.livejournal.com]

*smirks a little* I guess. I think I prefer the word 'shade'. It's more Greco-Roman and all that.

[tainted-blooded.livejournal.com]

Shade, got it. *smiles and looks at him, then at the grave*

So, what happened?

ooc:Just a question, is he a ghostie that can or can't be touched, just for ref for convo. Thanks

[isingofwar.livejournal.com]

*sighs* Took a gainer off a forth story balcony.

ooc: He can be touched and all that. :)

[tainted-blooded.livejournal.com]

*whispered* Does that mean you jumped?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

James...

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. If I'd just...

*shakes his head, tears in his eyes*

I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. And now you're gone and it's my fault.

[isingofwar.livejournal.com]

*rolls eyes* Will you get off that? It's not your fault.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

Of course it's my fucking fault. It was my balcony you jumped from, connected to my apartment where I brought you more or less against your will, since you were smacked out of your mind and couldn't walk, let alone make a fucking informed decision.

I should have left you alone. I should have called the cops. I should have just let you have the goddamned shot. I should have seen what you were planning. I should have been a little fucking faster.

If I'd done any one of those things, you'd still be alive.

[isingofwar.livejournal.com]

It doesn't matter if you made me walk a damn plank, man. I jumped.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*blinks, uncertain*

You...you didn't know what you were doing. You weren't in your right mind.

You were just a kid. You didn't mean it. I know you didn't mean it.

[isingofwar.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well. No do-overs this time.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

I tried to tell Gabriel it was a mistake. I told him you didn't mean it. I begged him to bring you back. But...

*scrubs a hand over his face*

Why, James? Why did you have to do that? Why didn't you just let me try to help you?

[isingofwar.livejournal.com]

*mouths the words 'no point'*

You go to my funeral?

[cpu-001.livejournal.com]

Did you know him?

[isingofwar.livejournal.com]

Quite personally.

He was me.

[cpu-001.livejournal.com]

Murphy frowns.

And yet...you're still here.

[isingofwar.livejournal.com]

After a fashion.

Puzzling, isn't it?

[cpu-001.livejournal.com]

I've heard a similar story.

How did this happen?

[isingofwar.livejournal.com]

I do not know.

Perhaps I am being punished.

[cpu-001.livejournal.com]

If it makes you feel any better, at least you're not me.

[isingofwar.livejournal.com]

...

It doesn't.

But thank you for trying.