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keepcalmanddontgetmad) wrote2012-07-16 10:33 pm
keepcalmanddontgetmad) wrote2012-07-16 10:33 pm
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[A change in scenary is no excuse for a change in routine. Bruce has had a lot to think about and come to grips with since he came here. That isn't to say he believes everything he's been told. But it doesn't seem...impossible. Not much of anything seems impossible, he supposes.
But anyway, Bruce is up bright and early and looking for a nice quiet spot to meditate. He may have to work just a little harder to keep his cool in this place. So when he finds the Green, he spreads the blanket and sits with his legs folded. He gives the area a quick once over, just to make sure. He's not entirely sure Blonsky and his men didn't follow him here. But it seems clear.
After checking his heart moniter, he finally closed his eyes and took a deep breath. So there is a strange man meditating in the middle of the Green. This is a clearly a reason to come bother him.]
But anyway, Bruce is up bright and early and looking for a nice quiet spot to meditate. He may have to work just a little harder to keep his cool in this place. So when he finds the Green, he spreads the blanket and sits with his legs folded. He gives the area a quick once over, just to make sure. He's not entirely sure Blonsky and his men didn't follow him here. But it seems clear.
After checking his heart moniter, he finally closed his eyes and took a deep breath. So there is a strange man meditating in the middle of the Green. This is a clearly a reason to come bother him.]
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[Phew. That could have been more awkward than it was. The Once-ler sits down, folding his freakishly long legs (they baffle me) and setting his guitar aside. He's a little nervous, honestly. He knows what it's like to be alone with his subconscious, and it's frightening.]
You have my attention, sensei.
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[He inhales and exhales.]
If it helps, find something and focus on it. Don't label it good or bad. Just focus.
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[Is Bruce a wizard? How do you clear your mind of everything?]
Uh, focus on something like what?
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[Yes. Bruce is a nice huge green wizard.]
Anything. Anyone. It doesn't matter.
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[Eyes closed. Sure is dark in here. What's a nice thing to think about? Music? Rapunzel? Cigars? He's gonna go with Rapunzel. He could think about her all day.]
Okay.
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[Like you're tossing away a ratty old tissue.]
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It isn't working.
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[His eyes are still closed.]
Eventually your mind will be clear and will be able to stay clear.
[He focuses on Rage. And had to learn to let it go.]
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Faaaaade away.
... It isn't working. Thinking about one thing just leads to more things. He swallows a frustrated sigh.]
Didn't you say this wasn't hard?
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It's not. It just requires a lot of patience and practice. You won't get it right away. Give it time.
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Patience is not a virtue of mine.
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How can anyone be that patient?
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[Patience is the key to not Hulking out on people]
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[He pouts, as if complaining enough will make him more patient. Sorry, that only works at home.]
Okay, just... gonna try again, gonna try until I get it. Intense meditation going on right here. ... I'll stop talking.
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[And don't think Bruce didn't notice that pout. He's not sure what he's gotten himself into by agreeing to help this guy.]
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Fooocus. Right.
[Eyes closed. Focusing. Okay, apparently he can't let go of cigars. What about... money? He can definitely let go of that. It's not like he needs it anymore, or ever. Money. Fuck money, it's just paper and wire transfers (but billions of them).
... Money seems to be working, actually! Wow, all this silence sure is nice.]
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So, money. That's gone. He doesn't need it and really doesn't need to think about it. So... what now? Absolute silence in his head. Darkness. He doesn't feel much of anything. Is that what being truly calm feels like? His life was just so urgent until he came to the Keep. He could only relax through chainsmoking. This is nicer. Less effort.
It's not very nice for long. He's suddenly thinking about his crippling loneliness and the lies he's told and the people he's fucked over and - Yeah, no, he's done here. No more quiet time. The Once-ler opens his eyes and stands up abruptly.]
Y-yeah, uh, I'm done. Great times, thinking and stuff. Meditation, iiit's not for me. But thanks. For helping, and all.
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You're right, it's not for everyone.
[He is glad he got to share this experience with someone else though. It's nice to have a little company, since he's been alone for so long.]
But if you want to give it another go, I'll be out here every morning.
[Unless something changes.]
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[Every day. How? Just... how? Meditating is tedious and terrifying. Once a millennium is good enough for the Once-ler. He takes a few backwards steps towards the bower.]
Later, man. Have... fun?
[He turns around, only to turn again and face Bruce.]
You're Bruce, right?
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Bye.
[He's about to go back to his meditation when he catches the Once-ler turning around to speak to him again.]
Yeah that's me.
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[With those belated pleasantries aside, the Once-ler once again heads for the bower. Maybe a little music will help him completely ignore all these horrible thoughts. Let's be real, though - it won't.]