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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[ Another curling exhale of smoke. ]
If it makes you feel any better, you'll figure it out eventually. They don't fucking call you Mirror Master for nothing.
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The more I hear it, the better I like how it sounds. 'Course if I'm lucky I'll remember it all soon. Seems strange that I don't when so many people know me. [ He pauses, then amends: ] Older me.
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And I get a gun.
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I guess you do make a pretty okay grown-up. Considering most grown-ups kinda suck and all.
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[ She quirks a wry smile, idly tapping cigarette smoke into the sink as she talks. ]
Guess I wouldn't fucking know. I didn't like other kids when I was your age. They didn't fucking get me, and I didn't fucking get them either.
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Ya do that much? Hurt people?
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Aye. No question. Sometimes they deserve it.
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Yeah, sometimes they do. [ A beat. ] Never too fucking young to know how to kill someone for fucking you over either.
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Ya really mean that, Jenny?
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[ A light pause of her own. ]
Am I scaring you now?
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[ A beat. ]
And we've got glass between us.
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