Hi! Silent admirer of your RE stuff (it's been so long since I've played these games, but you've been re-inspiring me!) - so I'm curious about "Madrid, 1996" for the WIP asks? 👀
ohh god— going for the only one legitimately named and simultaneously the one most unpolished bdhdjsjkl
as of right now, “Madrid, 1996” is a series of snippets intertwined with meta about itself and records of my convos with @bennidraws (which is what started it all!!), written somewhat as a branch of my luis study project. set entirely pre-games, it follows the story of Luis and Carlos who meet, by chance, at an Umbrella conference, and in two weeks develop a particularly deep relationship. Carlos falls in love with an older man freshly out of a personality crisis, Luis falls for a repressed boy who's just discovering himself for the first time, and both of them turn each other's world upside down. contains dog imagery, yearning, cigarettes, and—on many occasions—Carlos' dog tags clinking against Luis' cross
it's rough and unpolished and not even fully planned out, branching within itself into multiple endings. but i've been chipping away at it when i'm not working on anything else and i feel like eventually something will come out of it. too much love has been put into those conversations for the fic to amount to nothing ❤️
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“They ever give you a break, soldier boy?”
Carlos turned towards the voice, surprised to see anyone out of the building at this hour, especially in such a downpour. It belonged to the same man he had seen earlier, except the well-cut suit was nowhere to be found, now replaced by an intricately decorated leather jacket and a pair of well-worn jeans. He held a single cigarette between his teeth and a lighter in one hand, looking at him with curiosity through the hair falling into his eyes; and chuckled, clearly having noticed Carlos' persistent gaze on him.
“You look like a rabbit in headlights,” he teased, weaving the lighter between skilled fingers. It lit up with a quiet click a moment later, and Carlos took a while to admire the way the flame illuminated the man's face when he leaned into the light.
"No breaks.” He watched how his thin lips curled around a puff of smoke. “The shifts are short though.”
The stranger hummed, as if amused by the answer, and leaned back comfortably against the wall before extending a pack of cigarettes towards Carlos.
“Care for a smoke?”
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“You should come find me later, soldier boy. When your shift is done,” the man said, throwing the butt of his cigarette on the ground. “Room 102. On the fourth floor,” he added with a wink, turning back, but Carlos' hand wrapped around his wrist before he could go.
“Who am I asking for?”
The stranger smirked, leaning in so close their noses almost touched.
“Name's Luis,” he said, a teasing note in his voice. “And who am I waiting for?”
“Carlos.”
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and, as a bonus, a bit of the relevant note i made for this part (and for what's supposed to follow)
something about the terrifying act of inviting a stranger to your room, something about that stranger being a soldier; something about being invited to a hotel room by a man older than you, and something about the confidence with which he does it.
the way every night spent with a stranger might've been your last; the way he didn't know if he was gonna wake up the next morning, and then he did—and then they both did.
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Ride 690: The walk home from the graduation ceremony
Pag 1
2: That day
3: While outside it was getting completely dark, for the first time in a while the three of us went home
4: while being sent off by everyone
Pag 2
1: Koga-saaaaaan
Ooon
Oi, Sadatoki, weren't you crying super hard last year too?
Are you cryin' too much, too, Hotshot?
Teshima-san, thank you so much!!
Graduation ceremony day
Are you for real!? Starting from tomorrow, Aoyagi-san really isn't coming here anymore!?
2: He'll come, right? He's just pretending it's the last time
…. no.....
He's not.... coming, Issa
Hahaha, I think!! They are, Danchiku!! Haha
… Alright....
3: Huh!?
4: What, Danchiku, for some reason I'm suddenly crying so much!? Why!?
Calm down, Issa, now that's just how you....
Kaburagi-kun...!!
Why, I'm just looking at Aoyagi-san's back gettign smaller!? It's just the same thing as always!?
Issa.... those are your feelings
Pag 3
4: The last walk home from high school
Pag 4
1: I looked back and thought about that
Pag 5
1: …. what is it, Junta
2: …. Teshima
3: …. no
4: I don't know, I wonder
5: You know, so many things happened
And I thought they might not realize right away
Pag 6
1: But they were crying
2: At the end.... Kaburagi
3: …. yeah
You saw?
Yeah
5: I was about to cry too
8: He was so stupid and reckless, it was troublesome
Haha, you took care of him well
You got attached to him!
Pag 7
1: Lately he looked forward so much to practicing with you!
2: Let's go riding, Aoyagi-san!!
Oi, this is a library room
Let's practice, practice!! That's alright, right? You can study later!!
Don't be so loud
And no, I have exams
3: Let's take exams next year!!
…. oi
Come on!! Come on!!
4: If possible, I wanted him to look forward to it before the Inter High!!
5: Right
Yeah
Pag 8
1: And what about you, Junta...?
Huh? Ah, for me? A kouhai who was almost crying?
2: Crying, huh.....ah, uhm.... parting from them felt lonely, but
I felt more like I was finally running, after being pulled
Someone special....
3: The first years , you know.... they have Onoda as a climber, and Naruko as a sprinter
No one relied on me
Just one person... who would say they admire Teshima-san's running!! I would have like that....
5: Everyone admires you
But they didn't tell you
Huh!?
6: Are you serious, someone said that!?
They didn't say it
Huuuh!? They didn't!? Then how do you know...
Because I felt it
That's too ambiguous
This is the last time the three of us will go home like this
Pag 9
2: …. Koga!
3: Junta, Aoyagi....
4: Going back home only the three of us like this - it's probably since first year that we didn't do it
Yeah, that's true....
It was the three of us when Junta made that sparkling water from the vending machine downhill explode
Wha- don't bring up these boring things.....
6: That day your uniform got all sticky...
Not mine
Mine neither
Uwa, you're so bad!!
7: …. uhm
Back then, I
Every day
Pag 10
1: I thought that I wasnìt good, that I wasn't good
4: I struggled, I insisted, I worked hard, but it still didn't do me any good
5: Back then, Kinjou-san and the other second years were getting stronger every day
And I could do nothing but confirm that distance
6: And you, in the same grade as me, were a first year joining the Inter High
Pag 11
3: Back then, when I looked up, even the ceiling felt far away
I was so far from being active in races, and I thought so many times that it was impossible for me to run in the Inter High
5: And now, I was made captain, and we got two championships in a row at the Inter High
6: Ah, that's a miracle
I can't even believe it myself
Pag 12
1: I think I'm really glad I didn't quit racing
2: I'm quitting road racing once I enter high school
Maybe I can even get a part-time job and chase after girls
3: I'm glad I kept racing
Pag 13
1: Here, this is the vending machine of Junta's incident with the drink
Waaa, what, and here I thought I would make you forget about it with a nice talk!!
I wouldn't lt you
2: Might as well!!
4: Oi, Koga, wait
Aoyagi!!
5: Here, open it!!
On your own!!
Are you kidding me.... his eyes are lighting up
6: Don't walk away!!
7: Dammit, alright, I get it
Alright, let's go again!!
8: Our graduation's....
Pag 14
1: Champagne fight!!
Pag 16
3: Actually, back then, your bike, Aoyagi..
Yeah?
It was a good chain oil
Yeah...!!
4: I had no talent
I tried to quit biking many times
7: I was just so unhappy with wanting to be admired and noticed
Pag 17
2: But, the steps I didn't take while looking at the ceiling
3: Working hard with Aoyagi, and seeing them one by one before my eyes
Before I knew it, I was moving forward
5: It's been two years
Back then they were first years, when we lost the battle against them during training camp
6: Secretly, I really felt like “I'm getting closer to the Inter High”
8: When we were third years, Koga...
I thought I couldn't go to the Inter High unless I surpassed you
9: And I could pass you... I thought I would surpass you
Pag 18
2: I thought that
The conclusion of an overwhelming path isn't one victory of defeat
I did my best, and it's over, and I didn't realize until I looked back
It's been three years I really felt
3: Well.... this graduation might still be on the way
See ya
Pag 19
1: Thank you, Sohoku...!!
3: The next time I'll climb this slope I'm not gonna wear a uniform
5: What time is the bus, Junta?
Uhmm, 19:15, I think – ah, dammit, we have to hurry, let's run
We shouldn't have brought our bikes back home
Koga, what time is it?
You still have time!!
6: I'll go with you!!
Alright!
Pag 20
1: April
2: Cherry blossoms are dancing, and the seasons reach spring for the third time
I'm nervous...
Let's take a picture
I'm all stiff...
I wonder if there'll be scary senpai...
New first years enter Sohoku, too
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DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 5 / 31 * ALARM CLOCK 」
November 7, 1955
01:23
Emmett didn't have the heart to wake the boy when he finally passed out, face-down on his living room couch and still fully clothed, shoes and all. He was only gone about twenty minutes—twenty-two, to be precise, according to the small collection of clocks hanging on the wall—to make up one of the unused and neglected guest rooms. He had more space than he knew what to do with, and the kid very well couldn't be sleeping on the couch for an entire week while he was temporarily displaced in this time due to the actions of his future self.
How could I have been so reckless as to send a kid through time alone?
So he left him there, hovering awkwardly over the boy for a moment before finally fetching a spare blanket from the closet and draping it over the exhausted time-traveller.
Marty's small collection of future gadgets were still on the chair where he left them, and it took all of Emmett's willpower not to start examining the strange items in greater detail, from the portable television studio to the device that looked like an odd transistor radio. You'll find out in time, he mentally chides himself, but the kid is still asleep and his curiosity is a powerful thing, so the next thing he knows, the radio is in his hands, much lighter than he imagined it would be.
He takes it with him into the kitchen, where he's set up multiple papers to begin his plans to modify the time machine. Normally, he would retreat to the garage to work on his project, as the environment there was far more conducive to the creative process, but he had reservations about leaving Marty alone in the house; what if the kid woke up, panicked, thinking this was all some horrible nightmare?
With so little time and the kid's very existence on the line, he sets to work, leaving the miniature radio on the table, which was now popped open, where a strange thin film canister labelled Van Halen, whatever that was, rested inside.
08:37
When he goes to check up on Marty again, a few hours later, the only difference between then and now was the position Marty was in on the couch and how tangled up in the blanket he had gotten himself. He looked just as sound asleep as he did when he first knocked out, and Emmett chuckles to himself—when was the last time he slept? He had serious doubts the kid would be awake any time before noon. Copernicus trots over, tail wagging, eager to check on their new houseguest.
❝Copernicus!❞ Emmett whispers as he puts his front paws on the couch, ❝Leave Marty be! He's had a hell of a day; let him sleep in unbothered. You can say hello when he wakes up.❞
Copernicus looks back between his master and his new friend, as if weighing out the amount of trouble he would get in for disobeying. Marty is new, exciting, and friendly, but—
❝Come on, boy! Let's get a start on breakfast.❞
Emmett sets the coffeepot on the stove with enough for two—does Marty drink coffee?—and fetches Copernicus' food bowl from the floor, yawning into the sleeve of his robe. This was not his first all-nighter and, if the existence of the time vehicle is anything to go off of, it will not be his last, either. He still has no real understanding of how the machine works beyond knowing that it does, and even if it will save him what will likely be years of struggle—thirty years, if he is to believe Marty's departure date is the very first test of the machine—he can't allow himself to break established history by obtaining future knowledge.
He sighs as the smell of coffee permeates the kitchen and promptly fills Copernicus' bowl with his favourite dry food.
Before he can set the bowl back down, a shout and the sound of something heavy hitting the floor causes Emmett to jump, sending dry kibble flying across the kitchen. He drops the bowl on the ground and hurries over to find Marty no longer on the couch, but on the floor, hair askew and wide-eyed and still hopelessly tangled in the blanket.
Copernicus is sitting on Marty's chest, tail wagging, and Emmett's eyes go wide.
❝H-Hey Doc. Copernicus kinda—❞
❝Copernicus!❞ Emmett chides, crossing the length of the room to pick up the dog and set him down on the floor. ❝What did I say about letting Marty sleep?❞
❝It's fine, Doc, really, I just wasn't expecting him to start licking my face, that's all.❞
Emmett kneels down as Marty starts to struggle against the blanket, brows furrowed as if to ask, may I? Marty nods, and he works on extricating the boy from his fabric prison. ❝Nonsense; you were exhausted, you need to sleep. I might have tried to wake you up when breakfast was finished, but that wasn't going to be for some time.❞
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