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✝a✝e Լangdoƞ ([personal profile] heltersskelter) wrote in [community profile] ataraxion2012-11-23 11:45 pm

murder --7; voice

[Tate's walking down the hall, his communicator at his side. the video is on, so it flashes as he walks: the wall, his leg, the wall, his leg. it's dark, wherever he is. darker than the halls of the Passenger Quarters, lacking the glow of Engineering or the Shuttle Bay.]

It's like we've come to a new stage of our relationship, now we're talking. [it's as though he's been holding a conversation with someone and the comm started in the middle of it] But you know, I think that guy, you know the one, he needs something more poetic, like: There isn’t anyone to help you. Only me. And I’m the Beast... Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! ... You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you?

[he stops, for a second, and from the lowered angle you can see his other hand. his fingers drum against his leg, like he's anxious. blunted, bitten nails digging into the fabric of his jeans.]

You aren't afraid are you?

[he's walking again]

By the way, sorry about Hayden. She's kind of a bitch when she doesn't get laid, and I mean, you know how people can get on this ship. But next month is New Years, right? I think Hayley missed that. It should be one hell of a party. It's been two years since the first jump showed up. Not everyone has something back home, you know? Maybe some of you have crap to go back to, bullshit families and wives and kids. Jobs, like your lives even matter. But maybe this place isn't so bad. [his voice lowers, not quiet, just deeper:] Can't say this ship never gave you anything.

[then he stops again, all at once. it's darker than it was a second ago, like maybe he's standing beneath an awning. there's no movement for about five minutes, you can't even hear Tate breathing, and right before the video winks off he says:]

What's for dinner?
gazeboed: (wнy don'т yoυ ѕay тнe тнangѕ)

[personal profile] gazeboed 2013-01-05 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, honey. No.

[ completely insensitive.. ]

What's the last thing you remember about home? The very last thing?
gazeboed: (wнy тнe ѕυdden cнange?)

[personal profile] gazeboed 2013-01-05 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ have you ever heard Hayden laugh? like a real laugh? well, there's that. ]

Oh, Tate-

[ she's trying to muffle her laughter with her hands but that's not even remotely working ]
gazeboed: (ι aм noт тнe one)

[personal profile] gazeboed 2013-01-07 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ tate u crazy ]

Try Christmas, nutjob. What'd this place do, shuck off some of your memory? You are missing out on some crucial family history.

[ the Harmon family she means, but does she really have to specify? ]
gazeboed: (ιғ yoυ тooĸ ιт тнere)

[personal profile] gazeboed 2013-01-08 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
I'm NOT.

[ hayden shhhh ]

You know what? Fine, don't believe me. But you're on your own when that bitch shows up hating everything you are and everything you did. You won't even be able to bullshit your way through it.
gazeboed: (If you ain't runnin' game)

[personal profile] gazeboed 2013-01-08 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
No? Hmmmm. Maybe it's that tricky memory of yours, blocking things out. The same way you can't remember what you did in the past, before you were trapped in that fucking hell house. [ skirting skirting skirting. stalking Ben had its perks, sitting around reading notes about his patients got interesting when she had nothing else to do after death. some part of her really only read them out of curiosity, the student side of her wanting to learn more. but Tate? well, Tate's file was a psychology student's dream file, wasn't it? naturally she picked up on some things.

plus, the ghosts in that house never shut the fuck up about anything.
]
gazeboed: (geттιn' caυgнт υp ιn yoυr gaмe)

[personal profile] gazeboed 2013-01-08 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ gasp! ]

Oh, my, so demanding. And what if I don't want to?