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Closing the door ... Action/Written
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eightynine.livejournal.com[Sam sits on the roof gazing out over the forest that spreads out around the Cair Paradisa. The wind at this height buffets him gently and he watches the sun sink. He tries to think of Quorra. He tries to think of those zen techniques she talked about (like dad on the Grid). Of his father as he knew him more than twenty years ago (that memory already tainted by the one who took his father away). He thinks of Alan.
Sam tries to remember that place inside him that found before the Grid, the place where the hurt and anger and hopefulness had been stifled to a burning calm. Something he could live with.
He opens his journal and writes.]
To anyone who knew him, or cares.
Dad- Kevin Flynn is gone.
[To a better place, he can only hope.]
[[[ ooc: my incredibly late post is open to anyone ]]]
Sam tries to remember that place inside him that found before the Grid, the place where the hurt and anger and hopefulness had been stifled to a burning calm. Something he could live with.
He opens his journal and writes.]
To anyone who knew him, or cares.
Dad- Kevin Flynn is gone.
[To a better place, he can only hope.]
[[[ ooc: my incredibly late post is open to anyone ]]]
