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Going Through the Motions

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I stood on the porch of my cabin in Winterspring. Little did I care for company. The incessant ramblings of the voices coming through my com would normally have driven me to turn it off.

I merely tuned it out instead.

The snow drifted down from the sky lazily, as if it didn't care about anything, as if it weren't in a rush at all. I felt like the snow. I had no cares. My hands rested on the railing of the porch, looking out over the woods. They were blanketed in white. I never really noticed the quiet that comes with snow. As if it sedates and drowns out everything it touches. 

Kharris' voice, panicked and tense boomed across the com, "What the FUCK happened? Gods dammit. Did you actually fucking FIND her?"

I would have sighed, had I the inclination to care. "Yes."

"Jericho? What the hell happened? Aelberyn is fit to be tied. I take it Iloam did something as well." She still sounded riled up.
"Nothing."
"Don't lie. If you're not going to tell me? Whatever. But don't lie." Her voice had grown slightly softer, but she was still angry. "Nothing I care to disclose." Peristent as always, she continued, "Tell me what Iloam did?" "He showed up." Her sigh was full of irritation, "Jericho. Are you alright? You sound...off." "Fine." "I didn't tell him, if that's what you think." So quick to defend herself when I didn't care. I informed her of this fact. "I don't care." Flat, unmoving and monotone was how all my words came out. I should've been worried, but I wasn't. "Where are you? Come meet me?" Persistent Kharris. Always persistent. "Out, and no." I looked at the snow, now even more appreciative of its silence. My name followed another sigh on her lips, "Jericho..." "What." "Why not come meet me?" Always with the whys. Who cares why? If she wanted to play this game I'd merely accomodate her. "Why should I?" "Because I won't stop pestering you until you do." "I can turn off this com." I thought I actually heard her making a 'huffing' sound. "But you won't." "I can."  After a brief pause where I thought she'd actually given up, she tried one last time, "Let me come to you." "I don't see the point." "Doesn't matter. Humor me, hon?" As if that little informal term of affection would change my mind.  "No. There's no reason to."  "There's no reason -not- to, either, yeah?"
This time I merely didn't respond. She would just continue like the incorrigible elf that she was.
I lifted the glass of whiskey to my lips in a movement more out of habit than motivation to drink. The familiar burn that should have spread through my chest was nothing more than a ghost of sensation. 
My eyes caught the movement of something through the snow, a wolf stalked through the shadows of the massive trees that surrounded the cabin. I watched it hunt with cold, emotionless efficiency. That was why it survived. It was built by nature to be a predator, nothing else. It disappeared beyond where my corpselit eyes could see and the snow seemed to fall heavier, thicker. It even seemed to thicken the silence. 
 

The respite was to be brief, however as Lilliana's voice crackled through the speaker of my com. Even at normal volume it seemed so...loud.

"Jericho?" It was that soft, timid tone she favored in recent talks with me.

My reply was flat, emotionless. "What." I didn't care enough to even put an inflection to the word.

"Can I see you? Sometime soon?" She sounded tired. I should have laughed at the irony that she actually wanted to see me now and I had no desire to see her...or anyone for that matter. But I didn't care enough to.

"I don't see the point." Again my voice held no emotion.

"Look, Jericho. I'm not inclined to take no as an answer this time." There she went again, sounding all determined. As if she or anyone could coerce me to do anything. I idly wondered if she flipped a switch between her timidness and her brashness. My thoughts were interrupted by her persistence, "Besides, you said you'd help me. Going back on your word already?"

If she could have seen my face, she would have realized that not a single thing changed. My lips didn't quirk up in irritation or amusement; no crease appeared between my brows; no dragging my hands through my hair. Instead my reply remained flat, "You assume my word ever meant anything."

I heard a soft sigh drift through the com, "You assume I never took your word seriously."

"No. I simply do not care." It was the truth. I didn't care, about anyone or anything. The only thing I sought was solitude and I had it here. I had no plans to leave this place. No plans to see anyone. No plans at all. I was simply going through the motions.



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Kharris's picture

((Oh silly Jericho! We'll get it worked out.))
Jericho's picture

((Heh, he doesn't care. He's fine with the way he is.))

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Maebh's picture

Yeh remember t'e last time yeh felt anyt'in, flatterer? Yeh remember tha time? *a slow, lascivious smile* Mm. So do I.
Jericho's picture

*flat and emotionless* Glad one of us enjoyed ourselves.

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Kharris's picture

*sulky* You can't be -glad- if you have no emotions. *cursing in Gypsy*
Jericho's picture

Brilliant observation. *flat*

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Lilliana's picture

Light be damned. If -I- get my hands on Maebh, someone will pay. I make no promises as to whether I can best her - but first Iloam...and now Jericho, as well? I cannot...will not let her toy with those I care for. The Light will not stop me from flaying that damn gypsy alive. Mere words can not express the things I both CAN, and WILL do. (( Lilly is NOT okay with how Jer is - or how Iloam is, for that matter. Talk about being stressed out the past few weeks (...MONTHS!)...one nice moment to catch her breath, and she's off again! Loyalty sure doesn't make one's life any easier...))

 

Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider, is chaos for the fly.  ~ Morticia Addams

 All life is an experiment.  The more experiments you make the better.  What if they are a little coarse, and you may get your coat soiled or torn?  What if you do fail, and get fairly rolled in the dirt once or twice.  Up again, you shall never be so afraid of a tumble.  ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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((To be fair, Jericho sought Maebh out. However, she did cross the line as far as how to treat a visitor, lol.))

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Lilliana's picture

(( Lily is not fair, in that aspect. Hurting her? Okay. Fine. She can deal. Screwing with Iloam and Jer's emotions, and effing with their heads? She's more than a little upset at both Jer AND Maebh. ))

 

Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider, is chaos for the fly.  ~ Morticia Addams

 All life is an experiment.  The more experiments you make the better.  What if they are a little coarse, and you may get your coat soiled or torn?  What if you do fail, and get fairly rolled in the dirt once or twice.  Up again, you shall never be so afraid of a tumble.  ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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((<.< ..... >.> I know its for bad reasons.... but I kind of wanted him to take some time to enjoy the peacefulness of the snow and the quiet. But yes, I understand that it IS for the wrong reasons and we need to go rescue that boy AGAIN....$%^$%^#$@#$!!! You are the worst princess ever. ... ..... <3))

 

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Jericho's picture

((Well it is the least stressed he's ever been. Nothing bothers him, lol.))

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Joyia's picture

(Awww hes kinda a cute Princess :) certainly has enough love surrounding him even if he doesnt seem to realize it)
Urilla's picture

(( Oh no! Run Iloam! That mom of yours is sure mean. Why does she want him to fall so hard and stuff? o.O ))
Iloam's picture

((Perhaps you should ask her ;) ))

 

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Fealydra Shadowalka's picture

( -eyes narrow in- Makes me wonder what made him snap. This was an interesting blog. You got to see the Deathknight that is Jericho, like he is slowly becoming the wolf in the snow. Just wow. -nods and claps-)

Tick tock on the clock. It's nearly the time when I find my mind, look at my hands were do they sit? Tick tock on the clock. Blood is love it covers my mask. I hide away from the things that make me tick tock.

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((To answer your question: Iloam's mother, Maebh (a warlock), actually did a ritual on him and took his soul and put it in a soul gem. And thank you for picking up on the metaphor.))

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Urilla's picture

(( o.o scary woman. I hope I do not have her address on the route o.o ))
Fealydra Shadowalka's picture

( Meh. I am a pro at picking up the small things. Just don't become a serial killer. Fealy hates fighting over grounds. lol <3 But the soul shard how...Interesting. Being that Deathknight's only come to with few emotions. Taking away just ONE is literally do or die for a knight. It appears she took his will power. So he is slightly alone. Friends, loved ones not even the gods can get him to care or follow reason! D:)

Tick tock on the clock. It's nearly the time when I find my mind, look at my hands were do they sit? Tick tock on the clock. Blood is love it covers my mask. I hide away from the things that make me tick tock.