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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
NINE: video
[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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But Irene can't promise to stay. No one can.]
Don't know what you're defeating.
[What brought people onto the ship. What let them go home again. Maybe it was just sheer bad luck, and wouldn't Taylor be the unluckiest thing of all?]
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She might not be able to promise, but she can try. ]
Some unknown entity that controls the ship, possibly the ship itself that keeps taking those you deem worthy enough to know your name. I'm rather confident that I know what I'm defeating.
[ There's a pause. ]
And I never have taken kindly to being ripped from places I haven't chosen to be ripped from.
[ For a moment Irene looks off to the side, pensive almost before she looks back at Taylor and exhales slowly. ]
If I asked for you to come to my room tonight, dogs included or requested to spend the night in your room, would you say no?
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Still, she hesitates in answering the last, because the idea Irene even wants that now, seeing her like this, is far more than she'd expect.]
I'm staying here.
[But it's a quiet protest, and it's not a no.]
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Abandonment is only easy when you're not attached. Abandoning Taylor like this is a bit too hard to contemplate right now. She'll want this until an abandonment comes easier, she supposes. ]
Then I believe I shall be joining you there, Taylor.
[ It's an option to say no, but it's also perhaps a bit of a request, because she'd rather like to stay there at least for now. ]
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No. I'm not-- [She cuts herself off, shakes her head.] I shouldn't be around people right now. [A pause.] Anyone.
[And Irene will argue, won't she. Persuade Taylor around to it, make it a challenge she has to rise to meet. She looks up at the camera again, something a little steadier in her, at least for the moment.]
No.
[A beat, and then she reaches forward to cut the connection.]