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ataraxion2013-01-09 09:56 pm
puppydogeyes) wrote in ataraxion2013-01-09 09:56 pm
Entry tags:
- abby maitland,
- castiel,
- chase kilgannon,
- dean winchester,
- derek hale,
- hikaru sulu (xi),
- irene adler,
- irene adler (2009),
- james t. kirk (xi),
- jenna sommers,
- john "reaper" grimm,
- mason lockwood,
- mike ross,
- miles edgeworth,
- nathan petrelli,
- netherlands,
- noah hill,
- peter petrelli | au,
- rey,
- robb stark,
- sirius black,
- taylor "tyke" kee
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[The room Taylor's sat in is dark, unidentifiable from the wall behind her, but soft, blue-tinged light from another source washes over her face intermittently. It highlights how drawn she looks, pale, tired. She's a mess, really. Even by Tranquility standards.]
It's January, right? Been counting on the jumps since I got here. [She isn't slurring as she speaks, but the lack of focus in her expression and sluggishness to her movements makes it clear she's inebriated to anyone who knows what to look for.] Guess it doesn't matter though. Just start calling them by numbers. I was meant to turn twenty in December. Be an instructor back at the Academy. [She frowns for a moment, taking a drink out of an unlabelled bottle.] Or maybe they'd have terminated me.
[Another pause, and she shifts off to the side for a moment, putting the bottle down. When she comes back into view she’s holding something else – a mask. Her mask, an mongrel canine face, beaten, bruised and bloody. She holds it up, hanging off the fingers of one hand.]
Turns out these show you ghosts. Hallucinations. Whatever. If that isn't fucked up enough to get you thinking don't touch them, you're a fucking idiot. [Very evidently angry, suddenly, half a snarl on her mouth. She looks at the mask again, then drops it to one side.] Didn't want to see my old man the little he was around, sure as fuck didn't want to see him here. Thing I've been thinking, though - what do you see, you wear someone else's?
[She doesn't hold the second mask up for the camera, but it's there in her hands, looks like a modern military gas mask. She's quiet for a long while, like she maybe forgot she even had the comms running, all of the anger and energy drained out of her again.]
Tommy's gone. Gone last jump. Told him he would, cause everyone goes. [A thin smile, strained, sad, and then gone again.] Guess I didn't wanna be right.
It's January, right? Been counting on the jumps since I got here. [She isn't slurring as she speaks, but the lack of focus in her expression and sluggishness to her movements makes it clear she's inebriated to anyone who knows what to look for.] Guess it doesn't matter though. Just start calling them by numbers. I was meant to turn twenty in December. Be an instructor back at the Academy. [She frowns for a moment, taking a drink out of an unlabelled bottle.] Or maybe they'd have terminated me.
[Another pause, and she shifts off to the side for a moment, putting the bottle down. When she comes back into view she’s holding something else – a mask. Her mask, an mongrel canine face, beaten, bruised and bloody. She holds it up, hanging off the fingers of one hand.]
Turns out these show you ghosts. Hallucinations. Whatever. If that isn't fucked up enough to get you thinking don't touch them, you're a fucking idiot. [Very evidently angry, suddenly, half a snarl on her mouth. She looks at the mask again, then drops it to one side.] Didn't want to see my old man the little he was around, sure as fuck didn't want to see him here. Thing I've been thinking, though - what do you see, you wear someone else's?
[She doesn't hold the second mask up for the camera, but it's there in her hands, looks like a modern military gas mask. She's quiet for a long while, like she maybe forgot she even had the comms running, all of the anger and energy drained out of her again.]
Tommy's gone. Gone last jump. Told him he would, cause everyone goes. [A thin smile, strained, sad, and then gone again.] Guess I didn't wanna be right.
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[Maybe they're hallucinations. Maybe they're real ghosts. Taylor figures either was possible, this goddamn ship.]
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more to the point, would seeing hallucinations of them be worth whatever else went hand in hand with that? derek doubts it's such a simple thing, doubts that even if the mask called them up that it would be anything pleasant. ]
I gave mine away.
[ a breath, uncertain if he wants to continue. ]
Maybe I shouldn't have.
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They're fucked up. It's all fucked up. [The ship had given the masks to them, so of course there was no good in them. She'd known that, immediately. Still knows it, even if she's worn hers and is now unwilling to give it up.] Better that you got rid.
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[ and everything at home, but derek doesn't add that. he rubs his hands together, studies her for a long moment. tyke isn't pack. tyke is something that should be handled with care, because she can snap down an order and derek would have to follow it. he remembers that well.
but she hadn't. not since then. it counts for something. ]
I can take yours. And his.
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No. You can't. I need them.
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[ it's cautious, and derek's not--derek's not really capable, but he tries. he's too broken to be of use to her, but he makes the damn reach anyway, out of sheer stubbornness. ]
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I just-- he didn't leave much.
[That doesn't cover her mask, but it's better than 'I just do'.]
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it wasn't healthy, but that hadn't stopped derek from setting up camp in it. he understands immediately why she'd keep it. ]
Sometimes it's better not to have anything at all.
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[Taken away (abandoned) from her mother at 7, every sign of her old life left behind and scrubbed clean from her skin. Bleached hair. A codename. Wounds healed off her body before they had time to scar. She'd gone too long holding no signs of her own life.
She reaches up, taps one side of her neck, the tattoos visible on either side, even if she isn't turning to the camera enough for him to see what they actually are.]
Always got something.
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The ink is better than the mask.
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Don't have to pick.
[She can have both.]
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[ but everything else can be ripped away from you, burned to ash and scattered to the wind. ]
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So I give this over now, just cause you asked, that's better than losing it? Just giving it up?
[It's clear in her tone that she knows her answer already.]
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[ not even derek really believes what he's saying. if he'd had his way, he'd never have lost his family, never have lost his sister, never have lost half his pack. ]
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Does that help? Telling yourself that?
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[She's been fighting her whole life: kids at school, kids on the street, other girls at the Academy, any of the missions she got sent on, and now here. Giving up had never been an option.]
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If you think you can take me.
[ it's not about derek, not really. it's about understanding the pain of loss, about how sometimes you just need a target. derek had thrown himself into one violent situation after another trying to outrun his grief, and he thinks that maybe on this ship, he's the safest option she has. ]
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[It's almost dismissive, the way she says it. Like she doesn't need to try because she knows already.]
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[She shakes her head slightly, looking away.]
You've got no idea.
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