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KJStarLace
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[2012-04-12 06:10:57 +0000 UTC]
"~ All American Girl ~"
(United States)
# Statistics
Favourites: 625; Deviations: 51; Watchers: 171
Watching: 100; Pageviews: 17524; Comments Made: 22179; Friends: 100
# Interests
Favorite movies: The Help, The Princess Bride, Monty Python's Search for the Holy Grail, Anything DisneyFavorite bands / musical artists: My Chemical Romance, Taylor Swift, ACDC, 30 Seconds to Mars, Celtic Woman, The Go Go's,Wham!, The Beach Boys, Foster the People,The Beatles.
Favorite books: The Host, Dark World, The Secret Language of Flowers, The No.1 Ladies Detective Agency.
Favorite games: Battleship? Anyone care to play with me?
Tools of the Trade: My raygun, most often some sort of cooking utensil and cleaning supplies.
Other Interests: Is it weird I like to clean? I get antsy if my home isnt. I like to cook, it takes my mind off things and keeps me busy. I suppose my boyfriend is an interest of mine?
# About me
"She always had that about her, that look of
otherness, of eyes that have seen much too far, and
of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world. "
--Joanne Harris
# Comments
Comments: 10216
-- Okay, sis, I'm going there in a few, I have something I have to tell. Is that alright? --
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*Lace was just hanging at home, staring out the large window and absently swirling paint around a canvas when the call came it. Excited at the prospect of good gossip, she perked up and grabbed her transmitter to reply*
--Alrighty. I'll put some tea on, you can't gossip without tea! --
*With a smile she hefted herself off the couch and headed into the kitchen to prepare a pot*
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*he carefully slipped the note under her pillow, before tiptoeing out of the room, and shutting the door softly behind him*
*three minutes later, though, all that effort was ruined by the sound of smashing plates*
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*startled, Lace bolted upright in the bed, hand stretching out next to her instinctively for the heat of AM's body. When she found none she cautiously called out*
...AM? ....Was that you?
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Meow?
*he answered meekly, quick was the sound of a mop swiping, cleaning*
Yeah, it's me! Sorry! It's not your favorite plate, I promise!
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*a little befuddled, she called back to him, suspicion heavy in her tone and she quietly swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood*
Okaaaaaay. What exactly are you doing?
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Nothing!
Okay. It's noodles.
*he opened the door and his pale hair was made paler by all the flour sticking to it*
And it's the guest being clumsy as all hell.
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*At the sight of him so disheveled she laughed, crossing her arms as she rested her weight on one foot. A moment later she raised one eyebrow as she smirked*
Shouldn't those be easy for you? From the looks of it, the stress of making them has you greying prematurely. Your fake 'noodle house business' ancestors would be disappointed.
*The mention of the guest however, made her narrow her eyes at him, lips twisting into a pout*
Are you inviting strangers in again? You do realize I'm just in my underwear and a T-shirt right?
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They're already damning me to hell by not having an actual job and dating a girl with no political or millionaire ties. So it can't be that bad.
Well, if it makes you feel better, it's your sister Glitter.
*he plucked a noodle strand out of his unwashed hair*
And she's fine with you wearing a bikini or a salsa dress. Are you fine with that, Ha Na Moo?
*her red head flashed across the kitchen; was she helping cooking too?* No, I'm not.
See? *AM shrugged with a snide smirk* Totally tubular.
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*Lace shrugged at his statement*
Wouldn't that be so boring though? Scrutinized all the time, having to go to stuffy events like movie premieres and charity balls and that sort of stuff all the time? As for your ancestors, I may not actually have any fancy ties but, like…. *she scrunched up her nose*... can’t we just count your connection to Johnny and mine with Glitter?
*A moment later her eyebrows rose as he informed her that their guest was none other than the girl she had just mentioned*
WHAT! Sissy? I can’t go out there dressed like this!
*she immediately turned on her heel, throwing open the door to their closet as she stuck her head in and began to root around, occasionally pulling clothes out and discarding them on the bed as her now-muffled voice spoke again*
She dresses like the goddamned Queen of the Underworld- I can’t wear my pajamas!
*After another minute she turned to the small mountain of clothes on the bed and rooted through them as she picked out an outfit and after divesting herself of her shirt, threw on a burgundy sweater with a pair of soft grey leggings. Stuffing a matching ribbon into her mouth she pulled a hair tie off her wrist and attempted to wrestle her hair into a bun as she turned to him and mumbled around the strip of satin in her mouth*
-ou shoulph broosh yer hair out.
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We sure have an interesting family. A god of war and a mafia queen.
And we're like, two dandelion flowers in the midst of this...pantheon. Like Mount Olympus...
...You're getting too riled up for just one guess, Lace.
*he opened the door just slightly to look and smirk at her, finding much pleasure in her personal torment* Girls and their wardrobe crisis, ah. This is beautiful to behold.
*watching her dress (no shame in it, obviously) and almost being a little too into it as he became mesmerized in this womanly ritual, her voice brought him back slowly, and he had to blink twice to get back to reality*
I want to kiss you - Wait, what?
Oh, uh, I think it's got this...charm to it? Like an effortless, I woke up like this kinda...
...Yeah, I'll brush it. One moment.
*he slithered into the room and found her brush, luckily he had washed it not too long ago so it wasn't that big a problem to untangle the mess*
I left Glitter in the kitchen alone. She's probably set up a drug lab in there at this rate, my mistake.
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Ah ah-
*She held one finger up at his statement*
We may be dandelions on Mount Olympus....but we're still on Mount Olympus.
*As she picked an outfit and changed she simply rolled her eyes at his behavior, far to used to it to bother commenting on it. Once the bow was tied in her bun, she smirked, and put one hand on her hip*
Oh you do, do you? So kiss me then.......when you're done getting that mess out of your hair.
.......
......I mean, I don't think it's a drug lab, but probably something along those lines.
*With that she took his hand and tugged him out of the room and into the kitchen to greet her sister*
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*With a small grunt of 'what?', she let her head thunk against the back of the couch- her long hair spilling over the edge. She tilted her head back just enough that she could look at him from her position curled up on the couch, a worn copy of Out of the Silent Planet on her lap and brown eyes questioning*
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...That looks fun. What's that book about?
*he tilted his head at the book, before looking back up to her*
What do you mean, what? It's turkey killing festival! We have to go on a dinner date. Or something. Don't we?
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Oh? This? Well….
*She paused a moment as she looked back at the book, scarred fingers running over the text on the thin paper as she thought of how to word her response*
Well… It’s sort of a heavy, philosophical book. C.S. Lewis wrote it, you know the guy who did all the Narnia books? Yeah, him… it’s basically a sci-fi novel that is really just one giant veiled reference to God and Christianity, but its cool in that it follows this guy from Victorian Era England who gets kidnapped and traded on another planet, where he finds out that the universe is super vast and is a bunch of connected planets of intelligent beings… and I guess basically the whole premise of the book is that humans think they’re such intelligent creatures because they look at things like….. Like, um- say sea cucumbers, and say “We’re the superior beings here”, but in the novel it proves the human nature wrong in that to the rest of the solar system, humans are the sea cucumber. And we’re very violent in comparison to all the other worlds.
The title I think is the best part honestly… it comes from one of the creatures in the book saying that Earth is called the “silent planet” because they never hear anything from it, and never see any of it’s inhabitants, which is really just because the human race isn't reaching out or isn’t smart enough to reach out properly…. I dunno. It kind of reminds me of our world now. With all the crazy being and things going on, is it really such a far-fetched idea to think that there are other planets and other beings far superior even to the various creatures here on the Earth already?
*Lace blinks up at him after that long-winded explanation, for as much as it was a sort of odd choice of book for her, she seemed quite interested in it.*
Turkey killing festi-? Oh- oh. Is today Thanksgiving? Already? Jeeze…
*she mutters something under breath along the lines of “this is such a misrepresented holiday” but none the less she smiles at his suggestion*
Sure! I mean, traditionally it’s a stay-at-home holiday, or one where you visit relatives, but seeing as we have like no food, and well neither of us really have any family members, going out will have to do!
*her face suddenly drops, forehead wrinkling as her brows furrowed in thought*
At least, we should if we have enough carbons or something. I don't even know what we're at this month for the budget- neither of us are exactly rolling around in piles of them at the moment.
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...Well, what a fun book that must be. Telling us we're all sea cucumbers.
*he listened to her, though, despite his obvious complaint on the subject; after all he was born to listen and draw*
You know what, I'm going to paint sea cucumbers on the walls.
Loooook, I'm Korean-American. I don't get the gist. I lost it since I found out Pocahontas the Disney movie was an utter lie.
I should've known it was a lie since I saw John Smith looking like a Dolce and Gabanna model.
Oh, Lace. My cappuccino. My squirrel girl.
*he dug into his pockets, and fished out a good amount of carbons with a sly smile*
That's why I work as an artist!
Let's not let you know what the hell I had to draw and buy some turkey.
Or ham? Roast ham. Maybe ramen! We could go buy some ramen and make some.
Outdoor. Which is a bad idea.
*he frowns, then smiles again*
But a bad idea can turn out well in the end.
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*She opened her mouth to defend the book, but just ended up shutting it. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions. With a sigh she folds over the page and closes it, shaking her head as he produces the carbons*
You know what? Sometimes I'm curious and other times.....I just don't want to know. I'm still constantly surprised that you manage to find the work out here though- *she gives a small laugh* The end of the world has happened and people still love art.
*she rolls her eyes at his suggestions, smiling none the less*
But you said it yourself- it's the turkey killing festival. We have to have turkey. Anything else would be sacrilege.
....I'm not even sure where we would find turkey out here, besides the City obviously. Would Johnny's place have any? I mean I know it's a bar but those guys have the whole 'trade' thing down to a T.
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*he grinned victoriously; thinking he obviously won by pissing her off*
You bet as hell people would still love art! I mean, it's the singers, the seamstresses and the housemakers who are making some of the biggest cash here. People still appreciate beauty in the world where they can get it.
In case you don't like turkey! I mean, *he raises both his hands up* I knew a guy who never touched poultry.
And well, no harm in asking them. Means I might have to play a game of tic-tac-toe or whatever the fuck's the trendy bar game over there now too, but you know.
*shrugs then shudders, then, falls into giggles; he was still such a damned introvert*
Socializing.
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*she sighs at his giddiness, head lolling to the side as she whined- lip jutted out a bit childishly*
Why can't I be good at creative stuuuuuuff? How come you get all the talent here? I want to make pretty dresses and actually be able to carry a tune.
*At his mention of tic-tac-toe she sits straight up in her seat, turning in her spot so she was fully facing him now as her hands clutched the back of the couch- eyes dead serious*
I will crush you in tic-tac-toe.
. . .
*After that lingers for a moment she smiles brightly at him*
Socializing is fun- I'll go put actual people clothes on because.... *she looks down at just the oversized t-shirt and undies she's wearing before looking back up* ....well, socializing.
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...You will never crush me in tic-tac-toe.
*with finality in his tone he gave her a rub on the nose, just for good measure*
Well, since we're obviously not going to a pajama party...
And you should check the closet well. Some fairy put something interesting in there. *winks*
Alsoooooo.
*he said as he made his way to his sketchbook* You do have some talent in there, Lace. I'll give you time to think what it is.
*he plopped down, and started sketching on the sofa, a carefully raised eyebrow*
No rush.
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*she raises an eyebrow at the certainty of his tone*
I high doubt th- hey!
*she pulls away from him with a pout and rubs her nose*
That's not nice you know. Well I mean we could theoretically wear whatever we want but, I care a little too much to wear my straight up pajamas.
*With that she rose off the couch, fingers folding down the page of the book and leaving it lying where she had been sitting the moment before. As she disappeared around the corner to their room she called back out to him*
What? In the closet? Have you been letting weirdos into the house?
*naturally she's teasing him, curiosity getting the better of her as she slid open the closet door carefully- a little excited but also a bit cautious*
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Sure. Wear a sombrero hat if it knocks your rockers.
*he focused on the lines, then suddenly frowned - made a grab for the eraser*
Yeah, I let uh...Lesbian pixies in. Cowboy lesbian pixies.
They kinda poured glitter everywhere. *he leaned over and peeped into her book, squinting one eye at the random page he had opened* Sorry for the mess.
*all that there was were their mixture of clothes, of course, but this looked new*
If you don't like it you can throw it in the stove or something.
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I knew I was seeing more glitter than normal!
*her eyes widened a bit at the outfit before breaking out into soft laughter....it was just so cute. After letting her fingers run along the soft knit of the cardigan, she quickly slipped on the outfit- and to her delight and surprise- it fit almost perfectly. She took a few steps towards the door before pausing and retracing her steps to the large, full length mirror in the corner. She stared at her reflection for a moment, grateful for the sleeves and the long socks that hid her scars..... hopefully the dessert's dust would stay away from this pale outfit. It was too pretty to ruin so soon.
With one last look she scampered into the bathroom, cursing AM under her breath as she had to dig around to find an eyeliner- why does he need to steal hers and WHY IS HE ALWAYS LEAVING THE EMPTY ONES EVERYWHERE?! Finally finding one, she applied a quick swipe of eyeliner and mascara, and wraped her long locks into a messy bun before heading back into the living room.
Entering the room she gave a little twirl, arms spread out as she popped a hip*
Ta-da!
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You're stunning.
Your color scheme matches my hair! See?
Perfection.
*the boy stood up and held her hands in his, giving her a slow twirl; only giggling when he saw a very wild strand of hair above the bun; much like an antennae*
But you're still a silly goose. *he helped tuck it back in, and moved back only to put his prized, torn and patched jacket on* Let's go before the sun rises and burns both our hineys!
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Huh! Would you look at that, I do! I guess this is just a very pastel household then.
*she blushed a little when he had to fix the piece of hair for her, leaning in to give him a kiss on the nose in thanks*
I know, I know, you're always reminding me, pinky. Now that I'm thinking of going out and about- I can't wait to!
*jamming her worn high-tops on, she linked her arm in his once he put his jacket on, eyes roaming over it fondly. These days everyone had "their thing". Hers was the key around her neck, a gift from her mother- his was his jacket....or now were they each other's best thing? Arm snuggly in his, she couldn't help but be overwhelmed with the comforting feeling that, that just felt right. *
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...What are you thinking about?
Shake it off, you're scaring me. Make me think you wanna eat me or somethin'.
*a natural at ruining romantic moods AM opened the car door for her before entering his own driver's seat, of course, Bowie was in the player as he started the engine*
We'll sneak through the back door and give Johnny the biggest fright - Oh?
Lace, what's that?
*he was referring to the stuffed piece of paper at her seat belt buckle*
I didn't put it there. *a little skeptical*
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*Lace laughed sweetly at that*
Maybe, maybe I might consider it if I was really hungry. But do you actually wanna sneak in? With all the craziness lately and all the time he spends in the ring...you may regret that a second after you yell "boo"!
*she slid into the seat next to him, taking a moment to perch the rimmed sunglasses on her freckled nose*
Hm?
*she glanced down, one hand still reached up at her shoulder to grab the seat belt- the other reaching down to pluck the piece of paper from the buckle*
Is it just trash...?
*curiously she smoothed it open, expecting it to be just what she guessed*
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Pssssh, he doesn't punch when he's scared. He reels back like a frightened, puffed up cat. Trust me. It's the funniest shit ever.
...Please tell me it's a map to some secret treasure.
*he peered over, turning the volume knob down, and only frowned at the series of numbers*
What the fu - Coordinates?
*that was the best bet, and he picked up his transmitter, punched it in, eyebrows rising at the location on the screen*
Halloweentown. That's the place Hexie set up.
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He does?
*he does get her to giggle at the mental imagery. The Johnny Doe puffed up like some house cat. Trailing off, she then stared down at the coordinates in confusion*
Why would someone leave coordinates for there....? Heck what is anyone doing leaving cryptic messages in the car anyways?
*she looked over at AM, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth*
....Are we curious enough to drive over there and see what this is all about?
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Well, Hexie can't stand stepping into that place anymore cuz that's where her kids were hanged. Her adopted quintuplets? And after that it's been sort of a haunted hot spot. Lots of young ones go there and try to get a spoop and stuff.
Don't see the fun in that.
And this is the Somerton Man shit right here. *raises the paper up and waves it a little with a deep frown* It's like it's almost a trap.
*he then dropped the paper, and drove, fast*
Let's get right into it.
Mind being the more detailed eye and check the handwriting? In case you recognize it. Maybe tell me this is a bad idea or somethin'.
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Oh? I- I sort of remember them, thats awful.....
*Rolling her eyes she picks the piece back up*
Yeah, but no one knew who he was, people at least know us....but it is odd.... I mean. If it is a trap would leaving a piece of paper with the trap on it in plain view in hopes we just happen to pick it up and just happen to decide to go over there really a great plan? Theoretically we could just ignore it and they have to try a different way.... or...you know...
*she deadpans a little at the thought*
....or they could know we're impulsive and stupid enough to follow a random piece of paper blindly into a potential trap. If that's the case then they probably know us to some degree.
*looking closer at the paper, she smoothed it out. While nothing immediately jumped out at her from the slip, she wasn't too concerned. After all she'd never really seen many of the people she know's handwriting. So instead she looked for obvious signs. Did the handwriting look more sloppy- male? Or more neat- female? Did it look like it was written in a hurry? Was there any other clues?*
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So this person knows us pretty well.
*the handwriting itself was quite elegant, cursive, but the way the pen was pressed hard against the paper was definitely a male's, yet it was leaned as if scribbled in a hurry, this was a busy man, the ink was nothing special, but the paper was; fine quality, expensive, yet ripped apart from its original form as if the writer didn't care much, so he wasn't one for meticulous matters, perhaps quite young, too*
*there was just a hint of a scent in the paper and when she leaned in she could smell this 'green' smell - plants and flowers were around this paper when it was written, yet there's just a smidge of cologne; male's, it was the writer's*
Let's hope it's not Garin. He's finding a way to murder me but Electra's been reeling him in for the longest time.
It wasn't my fault...
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Possibly. Or they found out through other people or observation...but that's another weird thought.
*as she absorbs all these little details, all of this info- it only serves to make her more confused. It almost reminded her of a male Glitter- with the plants and cursive and being busy...but the cologne gave it away as male. Every clue seemed to be a disjointed clue to another person. She knew Khan wrote in cursive, but he seemed too stiff and proper to be bothered to wear something like cologne. Plants? Again her thoughts go to Glitter...or maybe what was his name...Thomas...Thomas Sullivan? The plant man...but no one had heard anything from him in years to her knowledge. While the paper was expensive, she struggled a bit with that. Could it maybe come from the Moriarty household? Expensive paper seems like something Glitter's beau would use, but she didn't really know him and it just didn't seem to make sense.*
*still nibbling on her lip she traced fingers over the writing, brow furrowed as she wondered aloud*
....someone who smells like plants and writes hurriedly on fancy paper....I almost want to say that sounds the most like Glitters husband. Or Khan....or maybe someone I haven't met yet.
*At that she turned to AM*
Does any of that ring any bells?
*At his Garin comment she frowned, nose scrunching up some*
Oh boy I hope not...it's weird seeing him all diva and flamboyant. I'm used to the "im-going-to-kill-myself-every-five-minutes" side of him. Easier to talk to. I could read him better then- wait, what?
Is is he still mad at you over your relatives' Noodle shop turned slave trade thing? He does realize you were really young and just following orders too right? God, I thought that would have blown over by now.
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Pssssh. He would never let that drop. Are you kidding me?
*he parked the car outside where the pumpkin patch was; how they looked always strangely weirded him out; they looked like they would grow arms and legs and come and strangle him any second...*
*he got out and rushed out to open the door for her, the wind wasn't strong, thankfully, or they'd die from the sands here, but it was breezy enough to faintly howl in the air*
*and then he raised an eyebrow - was he imagining it or?*
...Do you here the violin, Lace?...
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....I suppose so. He does love his grudges.
*As she slid out she tucked her raygun into her back pocket- it made her antsy now to leave the safety of their house without it. She thanked AM for the display of gentlemanly manners and adjusted the sunglasses on her face, thankful they were there to keep the sand out of her owl eyes.*
....this place is always been creepy as hell. Like, I never liked Halloween for the scary side of it. I was more of a fairy princess kind of girl who passed out the candy. And having this place in the middle of the desert? It's almost ironic that it is still here and standing. Of all the things the Fires and the Helium Wars flattened, this was spared...
*at his words her vocalized thoughts trail off as she settled into a tense silence- her ears pricked for any sound. As the faint cords of the violin reached her, she shuddered slightly, arms coming up to grip her elbows as she turned towards the sound*
....I hear it..... you know I don't know about this AM....this is kind of creepy. And I have a bad feeling about this.
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I liked Halloween. All the others kids got dressed up.
My family, hooooo. Never, they'd never let us have that kinda fun. But I did like to see the costumes, sneak down in the middle of night when my parents were out and watch those slasher films with...
I had a sister.
*he focused on finding the source of the voice instead, and was about to step ahead when he suddenly took steps backwards in alarm*
Lace.
*he turned around and his nose had a small, clean cut on it*
Wires. Microfilament wires. Sound familiar?
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Even Halloween? What sticks in the mud...I wish you had known my family, they would have loved yo-....
*she abruptly trails off, gaze softening as she glanced over at him. A sister? She hadn't known that. She knew that he, unlike herself, rarely talked of his life before the Fires. It held bad memories for him... and if he chose to let his past remain behind him, who was she to stir it up? Choosing not to pry she lets her gaze wander back off toward the sound only for her head to snap back to him as her foot took an unconscious step forward at the tone of his voice*
What? --Oh shit- are you okay? Where did that-.... microfilament....? ......Walter?
*her brow furrowed at that. Did they belong to one of her sister's mechanical droids? If so....which Walter? It could be any of the three but she couldn't help the stirring in her chest, the lightening on what had been the crushing unease in the minutes before when she entertained the idea of it being the young Walter*
.....what is he- whichever one it is- doing out here? I would have expected all of them to have left an actual note or called if they required a sort of meeting, or Glitter needed to reach us...
*Inspecting the wire, she adjusted her stance just so, so that the sunlight glinted off them just enough to give her a general idea of how/where it was strung*
This is quite dangerous like this though.... if he was expecting us I would have thought we might have been warned of these as though not to hurt ourselves...
*following that thought with a frown, she licked her thumb, approaching AM she gently swiped it over the thinly bleeding cut on his nose*
There. All better.
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Thank you.
*he ventured on without a word, obviously by his hunched back and his softer voice meant this was a subject he did want to talk about, but was afraid to; perhaps it would take him time to open up - but he will*
*with a mumble of thanks he followed her closely, hearing the violin approach closer and closer, glancing over at the old theater, avoiding the sight of the large tree in the center of the park in the distance*
It's coming from over there. Does Walter play the violin?
He's a cyborg, of course he can play the violin.
*he tried the main door of the theater, but it wouldn't budge, and he tsked*
Goddammit. Walter? Walter. You can come out now...
This isn't funny anymore...
*shuddered when the violin inside came to a sudden screech, and stopped playing*
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*Sensing that, she reached back behind her till her slender fingers intertwined with his- a gesture of comfort as she gave a little squeeze.*
Violin...you know I honestly have no idea....I wouldn't be surprised if any of them could, but the only person I know for sure plays violin is that...that... sher- Sherlock, ah thats it, that Sherlock guy sissy seems to have a love/hate relationship with.
*once again the feeling of something simply being off was present. The whole situation was odd, and even if it was a Walter who had led them there....the behavior, the violin, the location- all of it was wrong for the polite butler bots. Slowly, she took a step or two back, suddenly she wasn't sure they should go inside*
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Sherlock Holmes is scary. We don't talk about Sherlock Holmes.
...Oh, well. Okay. This is a game. This is all obviously a sick game.
*he tried the door again, this time, unlocked, and peered in with a glum hope that he'd see the angel Islington or something terribly dangerous*
*but instead, he fell backwards, eyes wide as if he's seen God*
David Bowie?
*he stumbled back up, and gawked at the man in white - wait - a woman? A man? He looked just like him at a glance, but the voice was clearly female, aged, benign, and very, very amused*
I wish I was. Are you friends of Walter?
He doesn't often bring friends over.
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*As soon as the door opened she took a step back, and away from AM- her grip on his hand tightening as if to pull him back from any potential threat. When he stumbled back himself, the weight she had be putting into pulling him away off-centered her and she found herself a moment later landing- almost gracefully- in the gritty sand with a "huumph!"*
What? David Bowie....?
*At his words she looked confusedly from him to the the woman standing within the entry, and back again, her eyebrows furrowed. Did this lady look like the famed musician? Taking a look at AM's gawking face she decided that this particular moment may be a poor one to reveal she thought the singer was "just okay I guess". Suddenly realizing she was still in the dirt she sprung up, dusting off her pale outfit as one hand grasped onto AM's arm for comfort*
......We are- well, I am.
*she glanced at AM then back to the mystery lady*
I think AM here and young Walter wouldn't mind taking a swing at each other given the opportunity....are you a friend of his as well?
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Not quite a friend.
*he - she? The person gave them another look, and then helped both of them up, the hand was cold but strong and firm, despite the thin limbs and fingers*
He tolerates me because I can play instruments, Walter? Your friends are here.
*there was a faint voice; too faint for humans to hear but of course, this strange person...if they were even a person at all, heard it*
No? Well, why would you call them over, then? *another sound, and this person chuckled* ...He's regretting it. Something happened, you see. But let's go see him anyway. He could use some company to pick himself back up.
*AM still held onto Lace, asked softly* ...What happened?...
He broke and lashed out at his work place, and he was going to be disposed off, originally, but his creator, you know her, don't you? She said maybe he was cooped in too much. He is a teenage model, after all. So she let him out and left him time to go over things, come back when he's ready.
I'm Hugh, by the way.
*it was an odd name for a woman, but AM wouldn't assume they're male, either* ...AM. This is my girlfriend Lace.
Lace. *Hugh stopped, spun on their heels, eyes wide, mouth pressed tight*
So you're Lace.
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*almost hesitantly, but not enough to be rude, she took the offered hand of he...she?*
….That makes sense, Walter does love music.
*At the mention of seeing him Lace perks right back up, hand squeezing AM’s though her smile fades a moment later at the cryptic comment, and at the same time AM spoke, she asked as well*
….what do you mean?
*Surprised that AM had spoken as well she turned her head to him but before she could make some cheesey comment about ‘great minds think alike’, Hugh spoke again. As the story unfolded her eyebrows drew together and her mood plummeted- worried for her friend, then, almost determined and...annoyed?*
...we can still see him right…? Because even if he doesn’t want us to I’m going to go up there and kick his door until he opens it.
*At the revealed name Lace resisted the urge to sweatdrop. The typically male name did nothing to clarify her confusion. However when Hugh turned abruptly to her, she startled a little- straightening up. She blinked at sudden addressal, and a second later her eyes slid rapidly to her right and her left as if she was just double checking to make sure Hugh was indeed talking to her. Eyes focused back on it, she raised an eyebrow and spoke*
…..yes?
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...He talks about you often.
*Hugh continued walking, up the water ride, of course, there were no water on the lanes, nor any children on the rafts - just drying moss, and cobwebs, and Hugh looked at them occasionally as he went up the rusty staircases* A friend, a good friend, he says. He seems to be fond of memories of spending time with you, you treat him not as a robot, but an actual person, and he finds the concept rather strange.
*AM scratched his head, uncertain* ...So, wait. Is he a robot, or an android, or...?...
*stopped in their tracks, Hugh turned around and glanced down at them*
You don't know?
*AM's face was a confirmation and Hugh smiled weakly, and started going up again* All the Walters are mechanical...Apart from their brains. That's how Butlerbots and other later models based on the Butlerbot are so efficient in their work - they understand emotions and humans, as they were once humans before.
...So you're telling me...One fine day, Glitter and her pals found a brain, no, three brains, and then put them inside a robot suit?...
*hearing AM sound so frightened Hugh glanced back at him, sympathetically*
They were from corpses in a morgue so I wouldn't villainize the creators so much, AM.
But that's also why he's so confused...He did die so young and so terribly, after all.
We're here.
*Hugh stopped at the 'STAFF' door and knocked, of course, there was no answer* Walter. I understand you're scared and confused and you hate yourself, but you called your friends over, so why not try to talk to them and let it out as you originally intended?
Please?
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*At the idea that Walter talks fondly of their friendship, her face breaks out into a blinding smile*
I would hope he did! We spent tons of time together, since I would always be at sissy- ah uh, his creator's house, and I always ended up dragging him into stuff whenever she would get to busy with all her experiments. Honestly.... I think I spent more time at her house than my own during that period.
*At AM's comment she turned her head to him once again, then back at Hugh. At Hugh's explanation, she was surprised to find herself...unsurprised? For the life of her she wasn't sure if she had once been told that, or if she just simply wasn't shocked because the explanation made perfect sense.Though looking at AM's face she could tell he was shocked by that, so she simply reached over and gave him a reassuring smile and pat on the shoulder*
You're really surprised sissy would do something like that?
*Once they reached the door she rocked a little on her heels in anticipation, but when there was no initial answer, or one after Hugh's encouragement, she scowled and walked right up to the door and kicked it with a converse-clad foot. Hands on her hips she scowled at the wood between her friend and herself*
Walter, you better open this door! You left some random super freaking vague note and yet I still come allllllll the way out here to see my friend. Then I have to brave this creepy amusement park- and hell! You know I hate creepy things but here I am and I wanna see you so heaven help me I will stand here and annoy you till you do!
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*nails scraped the bedroom window in the dead of night, and AM whimpered, raised his head up, seeing the marks but not whatever that caused it*
*a little spooked and more annoyed than anything (bless his time in Velvet desensitizing him), he nudged Lace up, and grabbed two blades from the drawer - silver glinting in the moonlight*
*he held a finger up to his lips after he gave her one knife, and slid off the bed with another in one hand, about to open the window*
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*Surprisingly she hadn't awoken at the noise- she's more comfortable back in the Zones and a little less on edge now as her time in Canada starts to fade from her instincts.*
*With the nudge she gives a quiet little moan, rolling over to look at him through one cracked eye. When she catches the glint of the knife she jolts up in bed, her wavy mess of a bedhead falling gently around her pale face as she silently slips her legs free of the sheets as she takes the cold metal in hand, the heavy weight providing a little comfort to her.*
*Breathing deeply and silently, she tenses into a subtle defensive stance as he reaches for the window- ready to cover him as those owl eyes of hers watch intently for the smallest flicker of movement from outside*
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*he opened the window, it budged with a little difficulty but there it was, and he held his breath, leaning out*
*silence greeted him from every direction, but it only got him more paranoid*
Lace...stay behind me.
*he held the blade out in a stabbing position as he walked towards their door instead, and cracked it open - still, silence*
...The hell? I put wards up, why wasn't there -
*he screamed when the lights flickered open, and threw the knife - it hit Glitter in the arm, but she let it drop as blood oozed from her pale skin; dressed like she was attending a gala, she looked almost the same...apart from the red, red eyes*
*she gave them both a sharp smile; what went on in her head was clear in her mind; it was a big storm of maniacal science and the warm, loving womanly nature*
I don't like silver, AM, thank you. And you don't need to give me another gift, either, Lace.
*her voice became a little softer* ...I should be the one giving gifts to my little sister.
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*At his scream she herself startled, giving a little shriek and taking a step back- but after a moment as the terror faded, she blinked slowly at the uninvited guest. For a minute, for along minute she only stared, eyes not even shifting to AM as the two exchanged words, then her mouth opened...then closed. Then opened again as she tried to find the words*
...G-Glitter...?
*She seems dumbstruck- she was here, she was moving and she seemed to be, well- living to some extent. After another moment the red eyes registered- vampire....but AM had said they were common now? That would explain her seemingly living presence. The second thing she realized was that AM had made no further move to attack, neither did he seem shocked, she must be good- well at least good enough that AM didn't feel the need to further attack upon recognizing her. *
*Before she even really realizes it her feet have moved her forward and she's flung herself at her sister-figure, her full petite body weight slamming into Glitter as Lace enveloped her in a bear hug*
How did I not know about this- ohmygod I would have come and visit and we could have had tea and fuck you're alive and you're so pretty for being technically dead and oh my god you're here!"
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