○ 09: six feet deep [audio]

[acertifieduser]

[Eddie sounds high.. because he is. He's doped up on morphine, death-tolling in the infirmary, but still diligently posting his serial.]

I don't care what you all think! Here's part... whatever it is. I started it before, but I had to finish it now because someone had to interrupt. Whoever you are? You're stupid.


[TEXT:]

ACTING OUT
PART ???

     Jane was laying delicately among the pink tulips of Rosemary's Park, the beautiful natural garden buried in the woods. It had been a favorite place of hers since she was a child and it was a place she often escaped to when she was frustrated or angry, which was often. Her red hair flowed freely among the leaves as she enjoyed the summer's heat on her nude form. Her eyes were closed to avoid looking at the sun, because she was smarter than that. Every part of her was moist with the beginnings of sweat, like dew on the morning's grass, in anticipation for the man she loved.
     She had been waiting what seemed like years for him and no time at all when she heard the sound of his boots on the forest's floor.
     “Darling!” Jane called, rising in a sultry way and gliding delicately to greet him. His hands fell on her skin, his fingers running gently along all the curves of her body. She caressed his cheek, then rose on the balls of her feet to kiss him deeply.
     “Hello, my love,” Elliot replied with affection. Their arms wrapped around each other in a firm embrace and her dashing hero leaned down to kiss her again.

     It didn't taek them long to get down to it. He She took off his clothes and then they laid down in the daisies together. They were very happy with each other and in love. Jane moaned a lot beneath Elliot's lean and muscular body. There was no one that could make her happier. Then they did it and Jane was the hapiest she had ever been in her life and she was so glad to be with him. It was magical.
     The end.

[AUDIO:]

Speaking of getting killed, though. What was that? I know Jane would never kill me, so you're.. stupid. And wrong. And.. a lot of other things. [A beat.] Then I drowned. I don't even know how. I was fine and then I wasn't and Jane asked me to go up to the pool-- no, not Jane. Not!Jane asked me to go up to the pool and I went and there was no one there but the door was open and I let myself in and I went swimming-- You know how I love swimming. I went swimming and then suddenly I wasn't okay anymore and I was drowning and then I was dead and then I was in the infirmary or maybe I was somewhere else first, I don't really remember. But now I'm alive and you can't stop me! I will continue to write whatever I want! Whatever I want!

...

Okay! I'm going to sleep now. But I'll be back!

[Private to Jane]
I told you I would!

Comments

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

You should not write those things about her! That's most inappropriate and she doesn't... [wait, no...] she shouldn't do things like that.

...Are you sure she didn't kill you?

[acertifieduser.livejournal.com]

It wasn't about her! Any actualties to similar persons or things is coincidence.

Yeah. She wouldn't do that. It was someone else. With a pool.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

You used her name! And implied she did youknow and... [incoherent rage goes here.]

She wouldn't kill you at any rate, I'm sure.

[acertifieduser.livejournal.com]

It's a name. Jane is just a good name. It doesn't have to be her. It's just.. a red-haired, beautiful, gorgeous, hot woman named Jane.

I know.

[iam-aghost.livejournal.com]

You need some rest, not to be writing. Please.

[acertifieduser.livejournal.com]

I will not be silenced!

[...]

You killed me! To silence me!

[iam-aghost.livejournal.com]

I am not trying to silence you, I'm trying to make sure you get better.

You can write better when you're better, I assure you. I enjoy what you write, but you can't write if you're not healing.

[acertifieduser.livejournal.com]

Better than what?

Okay. Okay, I'll heal.

..Can I have more drugs?

Private

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

What do you think you're doing?

I wasn't even...I was somewhere else today.

Private

[acertifieduser.livejournal.com]

..What? Oh. No, I know it wasn't you. I know you would never kill me, Jane. I said that already.... I think.... [A pause.] Yeah, I did! Someone said they were you to get me into the pool.

Private

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

You shouldn't have written that, either. My dear Eddie, you are so stupid. I have to do everything for you, don't I?

Private

[acertifieduser.livejournal.com]

Yes, I should have. I was acting out. For you.

But.. yeah. If you want to do everything for me? That would be good too.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

...This one weren't half bad.

[acertifieduser.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I wrote it myself.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Somebody might almost think about paying for that kind of thing.

[acertifieduser.livejournal.com]

Really?

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

Edward. The Doctor is correct. If the urge is so desperately upon you, I will come down and let you dictate to me for a while. I write a good hand, and can also defend the damned Infirmary. Which appears to be filling up.

[acertifieduser.livejournal.com]

Okay. Okay, yeah. A real writer has a.. dictator. No wait. I'm a dictator. You're a.. dic-taker? That doesn't sound right.

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

I am not actually in the habit of taking--nevermind.

I shall be your scribe. And make sure you don't get killed yet again, at least for a while.

Private

[givemeafight.livejournal.com]

[:c]

I'm sorry that you died, Eddie. I wish...I wish there was some way I could have prevented it. I hate to ask, but do you have any idea who killed you?

Private

[acertifieduser.livejournal.com]

No, Emil. I'm good. Good.

I have.. no idea who killed me. You should come see if.. you can tell.. or something.

Private

[givemeafight.livejournal.com]

I'm going to come visit you, but not just because I want to find out who killed you. You're my friend, and I want to make sure that you're alright.

[failedcreator.livejournal.com]

Sir, this is most inappropriate. I do not wish to read such stories.

[acertifieduser.livejournal.com]

I had to act out!

[failedcreator.livejournal.com]

Yes sir, but did you not realise that exposing the entire barge to this was not appropriate?