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[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

[James stumbles forward, confused by his surroundings. In one hand he clutches a heavy pipe. Both the pipe and his clothes are covered in monster gore, and combined with his disheveled and distant expression, he looks more than a little out of it. He pauses for a moment, then calls out.]

W-where...?

Mmuh… Mary? Mary are you here?

[He steps forward, clutching the pipe uncertainly.]

What's going on? Where am I?

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[madamemoiselle]

Oh, people use that phrase for war zones a lot. Is that it?

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

I don't know much about war zones, but there's a lot of death there. A lot of terrible things.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, I guess that would be close, then. You actually live in a place like that?

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

I don't live there. I can't think of anyone who would willingly stay in a place like that...

I'm just looking for someone. I can't leave until I find her.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, is that that Mary person you mentioned? Is she your lover?

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

Yes. She's- ...She was my wife.

[madamemoiselle]

Was? What, did she die?

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[madamemoiselle]

Then why look for her? She's dead.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

She sent me a letter... She wants me to find her. I have to find her.

[madamemoiselle]

...That's impossible. If she's dead, then she's dead. That's it.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

I-

[His expression is rather lost and vacant]

She's there. She's there somewhere.

[madamemoiselle]

{She just watches, before quietly,} I hope you find her.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

[James is quiet for a bit, before snapping out of it and digging a photo out of his jacket and holding it out.]

This is Mary. If you see her, can you tell her I'm looking for her?

[madamemoiselle]

{She looks more closely, smiling just a little} She's pretty. Well, if I see her, I will, but chances are she won't be here. You're the only on that can come here.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well... Just- Just in case.

[he stares at the picture for a moment before putting it away]

I should get back. She might be waiting for me.

[madamemoiselle]

{Frowns} You don't have to leave. Time doesn't pass while you're here, you know.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

It doesn't?

[madamemoiselle]

Not at all. You'll go back and things are just the way that you left them.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

That's a relief- I mean, it isn't, but it is.

Heh... I'm sorry, I'm probably not making much sense.

[madamemoiselle]

You're not, but I don't mind it. {Smiles} What's your name anyways?

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

It's James. You?

[madamemoiselle]

Diva. It's a pleasure, James.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

Likewise.