Evan (8 years old) (
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capeandcowllogs2012-10-02 11:01 pm
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but when I took down my defenses
WHO: 8-year-old zombie MIRROR MASTER and YOU
WHERE: In ur reflections!!
WHEN: Wednesday (morning, at midnight) through Saturday
WARNINGS: Doubtful, but will edit as necessary
SUMMARY: You know how Evan has no tact and bounces around reflections with no respect to privacy or boundaries? Well at least as a child he's more polite about it. And maybe not as obnoxious to talk to.
FORMAT: Whatever!
He barely slept, anymore. He hadn't felt much need to since "the accident" just like he hadn't felt the need to eat much, but sometimes boredom won out over necessity and he settled in for a nap anyway. It did get boring, staying only in the mirror even if he could still look out it the same as always, or send clones out -- the clones had seemed off, sure, but they functioned. Too bad they couldn't drink beer for him.
But then he woke up, and everything was different.
He didn't know where he was. He definitely wasn't in Miss McCulloch's orphanage, or even Scotland, but rather some kind of abstract dark corridor with millions of windows dotting the endless abyss around him. He was cold, his skin slimy and pale like marble. He stood, slowly, and began skulking down the corridor, looking through the windows for someone that might help him. He was breathing hard, but not panicking, not crying. He just shivered, and knocked on the glass now and then, warily, when he thought he saw someone. (Sometimes he didn't even knock. He just looked out, in confusion or envy or curiosity.)
"Hullo?"
WHERE: In ur reflections!!
WHEN: Wednesday (morning, at midnight) through Saturday
WARNINGS: Doubtful, but will edit as necessary
SUMMARY: You know how Evan has no tact and bounces around reflections with no respect to privacy or boundaries? Well at least as a child he's more polite about it. And maybe not as obnoxious to talk to.
FORMAT: Whatever!
He barely slept, anymore. He hadn't felt much need to since "the accident" just like he hadn't felt the need to eat much, but sometimes boredom won out over necessity and he settled in for a nap anyway. It did get boring, staying only in the mirror even if he could still look out it the same as always, or send clones out -- the clones had seemed off, sure, but they functioned. Too bad they couldn't drink beer for him.
But then he woke up, and everything was different.
He didn't know where he was. He definitely wasn't in Miss McCulloch's orphanage, or even Scotland, but rather some kind of abstract dark corridor with millions of windows dotting the endless abyss around him. He was cold, his skin slimy and pale like marble. He stood, slowly, and began skulking down the corridor, looking through the windows for someone that might help him. He was breathing hard, but not panicking, not crying. He just shivered, and knocked on the glass now and then, warily, when he thought he saw someone. (Sometimes he didn't even knock. He just looked out, in confusion or envy or curiosity.)
"Hullo?"
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"Ya talkin' to me, hen?" He stared at her curiously through the glass. "Er, hullo, I mean."
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"God dammit! People in my damn mirror is so not cool!" Same old Kenzi, just smaller.
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"Erm well...uh..." She wasn't sure what to say. At least he wasn't demanding food this time. But it still wasn't any less weird.
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He sat down, pulling his knees close to his chest and considering this for a moment. "Ya was never in Kirkcaldy, was ya?"
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Kenzi frowned at him before turning back to her own reflection. "Dude, this better not last. I don't wanna go through my teenage years ago."
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"So we both knew each other when we're grown, yer sayin'? I don't remember a lick o' it." He bit his lower lip. "Ya know where we are?"
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"Er well, if y'don't remember anything..." She sighed, why does she have to do this. She doesn't really like kids and here she is having to talk to one. On top of it all she's a kid again too. "We're on alternate version of Earth in a city that's supposed to be New York only it's just called the City. And believe me or not it's the truth."
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"It sounds like a comic strip. Ya really mean it all?"
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To the last bit she nods with a sober expression on her face. "One hundred percent serious. And it pretty much is like livin' in a comic. I mean, you ain't supposed to look like that. And I'm not supposed to look like this." God, the blonde hair again. She has to wonder if she can get her hands on some dye.
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He looked at his hands again.
"If we're nae supposed t'be like this, ya think it'll stop?"
He wasn't sure what that meant for him, but he thought he should ask. He couldn't decide if staying here was better or worse than going home.
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"Dunno that. Really hoping it don't last. I don't wanna have to grow up all over again. It sucks." She can't buy booze like this!
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His smile faltered after a moment of thought. "Wish I could remember what me future was like. Way I see it if I go back..." But then he considered, for a moment, how much he hated being small. "Might not be so bad. Being big's probably awful brilliant."
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She scrunched up her face again. "Being an adult is okay. I mean it's reeeeally boring at times. But it's got perks. Y'can buy booze!" She grinned and let out a laugh. Sadly that was the only perk she could think of at the moment. Aside from the raunchier stuff but he didn't have his adult memories so that was a subject that wasn't getting touched.
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"I don't care about any o'that stuff. Just so long as I can kick arse when I need to."
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"I guess kickin' ass is fun. I think if that's all your doin' it would get pretty boring fast."
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"I havenae thought about what else I'd do. That's most important."
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She scrunched up her face again and shook her head. "If that's what ya wanna do."
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"What else is there t'do?"
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"Guess that's right. I'm nae good at much. Never even met anyone ooside Kirkcaldy."
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"By the way, I'm Kenzi."
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