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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 27, 2012 2:22:26 GMT -5
*I hold up both hands, palms towards her. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but a camera does seem rather fitting for a silent girl.* It's for you, Red. Enjoy it. I know you'll take good care of it.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 27, 2012 2:38:05 GMT -5
*I look at the camera, and experimentally take a picture of PB when he jumps on the stage. A polaroid pops out of the bottom and I pull out the white square. I remove the film and a picture starts to form almost immedietly, like ghosts coming to life. The scene reveals itself, a documented little piece of killjoy history. PB on the stage, Poison in the background talking to some one through a trap door, and Moon watching it all. Rusty red curtains and fading stagelights, scrapemarks on a wooden floor*
*I realize for the first time how much of history is being left unrecorded. I wonder why Retro gave this to me. Did she want me to record my new life or did she simply want to entertain me? I hand the pic to Arson, remembering something I wanted to tell her. I open the notebook and try to find my pen, but it's gone...*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 27, 2012 2:44:45 GMT -5
*I smile at the photo, looking at it for several long moments. I'm glad Red has the camera, I realize. I wish we all did. Maybe those years were a little bit of an overkill, with everyone and his brother taking pictures every second of the day and posting them online - as if anyone really cared to look at them - but it's still nice to have /something/. I set the picture carefully on the arm of the chair next to me, until Red gets a chance to show the others.*
*Speaking of Red, when I look up I see her flip through the notebook, and then start checking her pockets for something* Missing your pen? *She nods, and I dig around in my bag again. I have a habit of picking up any writing utensils I find, and eventually come up with a bright blue pen with the words "Lincoln Heights Dentistry" on the side* Here, how's this?
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 27, 2012 2:58:43 GMT -5
*I nod gratefully and take the pen as PB begins to recite some play in a rather dramatic manner. I quickly write 'I meant to tell you about Retro. She was with me most of the time in the hospital, held my hand, helped me look pretty for the holiday party... and that was when she was "turning bli" as you say. She's not like the other dracs. I think she still has something inside her... maybe what they call a spirit?'
*I hand the notebook to Arson, hoping it helps*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 27, 2012 3:10:21 GMT -5
*I look down at the notebook, not sure how I feel about the words on the page. On the one hand, it's good to hear that Retro hadn't lost her humanity... but there are so many ways to explain that away. Maybe she hadn't been on the pills long enough, or maybe she was only nice to Red because Red was BL/i... but then I feel ashamed of myself. I shouldn't be trying to come up with excuses. I know why I'm doing, it too, which makes it worse - if I can convince myself that she's a different person now, it'll be easier to accept the idea that she left. That's not fair of me.*
Thanks, Red. *I want to leave it at that, and I don't want to weigh Red down with my issues. She's too young. But I have to say something more than that, I suppose. It's obvious she can tell I'm still upset.* I just didn't expect her to leave, you know? I just don't understand it.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 27, 2012 3:27:17 GMT -5
*Arson hands me the book and I think for a second before I write, shuddering a bit: 'I can't see the differences between Killjoys and BLI yet, other than Wilson, but I know I survived partially because of her. If she hadn't come back, I'd probably be dead'
*I feel a bit cold as I write the words, but it's the truth. I hand the notebook to Arson. Writing about BLI also makes me realize I miss the numbness the pills would bring, both physically and mentally. It's something I'll have to get used to. All these new thoughts...*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 27, 2012 3:40:36 GMT -5
*She can't see the differences? I know BL/i isn't all bad, but it still seems like a whole different world to me... but maybe I've just spent too much time in the Zones. And it does make me feel a bit better to know Retro helped Red so much... even though I know I'm still going to have to dig up that damn remote.* Thanks. Really. I just hope I don't see her out here in the Zones, at the other end of a gun.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 27, 2012 3:56:26 GMT -5
*I nod, not really understanding why, when someone points a gun at you, you'd feel bad about shooting. Your life or theirs, that's what training taught me- then I catch myslef. That's what BLI taught me...maybe... I shake my head, getting sleepy. And my head starts to hurt again*
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Moonlight Revenge
BLInd Kid
Listen to others, but don't lose your voice...
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Post by Moonlight Revenge on Jan 27, 2012 6:39:40 GMT -5
(PB, it's my favorite. I always suggest it)
*keeps on watching PB reciting parts of the play. then looks around the place in amazement*
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Post by Poison Shot on Jan 27, 2012 14:38:20 GMT -5
*Sarah And I take seats right behind arson and Red*
Hows it going guys. Red right? How are you holding up? It's been quiite a while.
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Post by madicecat on Jan 27, 2012 16:29:39 GMT -5
*Beside me, I can feel Cat stir. It wakes me up, and it surprises me to see so much darkness around us. Is it night already? And, more importantly, are we on the same day? I get up from the gurney and bump my head into something. I feel above my head and meet wood.*
"What the... Cat, wake up."
*I hear Blaze calling my name... well, not my name, but the name everyone's been calling me lately. It sounds more like a nickname, or an alias. But why would I need an alias? I sit up in the gurney and look around. Nothing but darkness on all sides.*
"Where are we?" I ask, getting a little bit nervous.
"I think we're under the stage," I say. But when did they move us that we didn't even feel it? I can tell Cat's nervous too. "Come on, let's go up."
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Post by Poison Shot on Jan 27, 2012 16:59:48 GMT -5
*I see the trap door opening up slowly*
It looks like they finally woke up!
*I point Arson's attention of the stage*
Hey PB watch out for the door. We've got some heavy sleepers waking up.
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Post by madicecat on Jan 27, 2012 17:22:26 GMT -5
"Ermmm... hi," I greet shyly. I remember Poison but I'm not sure if I recognize anyone else. A girl with black and purple hair comes up to me and envelops me in a tight hug. I tense up, and she lets go with an apology.
*I haven't left the theatre's kitchen yet. The place is small and cozy, just what I love and miss from my little Rat's Nest. I wonder how my shop is holding up without me. I hear Poison greet the "heavy sleepers", and I hurry to the stage.*
"Cat!" I greet her, hugging her. I'm just glad to see her up and about after she was out for so long. But she tenses up, so I step back with a muttered "Sorry". I want her to go back to normal...
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 27, 2012 23:20:30 GMT -5
*I'm happy to see that Moon seems entertained by PB. I was worried she'd feel out of place, being the newest member of the group. I turn around to smile at Sarah when she and Poison sit down behind us, but before I can greet them there's motion on the stage and three more people appear. I call Cat's name and wave, but she looks a bit confused when she sees me and I remember Poison saying they got her out of the city... it looks like she lost some time while she was there. I don't recognize the other two, but they obviously know Cat well.*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Jan 27, 2012 23:23:23 GMT -5
*I'd been poking around in the upper lights galley when the other killjoys appeared, and I climb down to say hello* Hey, name's Gear. Who are you all? It's rather more crowded here than before, you'll find...
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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