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 Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 6:51 am
Myself again
When he gets dressed in the moring, he looks in the mirror for a while at the tattoo curving over his shoulder. The tree's branches still burn with yellow flames, puffing smoke down to his elbow. But he feels like it should just be smoldering now. Lying in wait, maybe, for it's branches to cool enough to grow anew.
He puts on layers today. An old flannel so worn he's regularly amazed it still holds together. Pulls a beanie over his ears. He feels a lot more like himself that he has in months. He's not the same kid, but maybe he doesn't have to be so extremely different.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 1:21 pm
Infirmary
He returns the infirmary, like he has done half a dozen times now. Not for himself, but because Chel's there, and he won't leave her alone.
He walks in, ready to smile at one of the tech's he's seen so often recently. But he's stopped by a hand on his chest. "You can't go in there."
"What do you mean I can't go in there?" He'd just been in there this morning. What the hell?
"She's being confined for observation. Only techs and relevant parties are admitted."
Aka, not him. His stomach drops in fear, and then in anger. "Jack." The life tech's face doesn't give anything away, but it doesn't have to. He already knew. The corners of his mouth draw down into a furious scowl. He should have talked to Jack before this happened. He hadn't actually believed it would.
He walks away, shoulders already tight as his temper begins to flare.
It's better than the alternative. He keeps the fear away by allowing the anger to fester.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 6:54 pm
Hair
He fights to keep himself from commenting when he sees Chel's newest hair color. If the blue and green felt wrong, this feels completely alien.
That's not to say he doesn't understand. He gets it immediately, because it took him a second to recognize her. And ******** if that doesn't make him ill. But that means her plan's working. She's tough to pick out. She's blended.
The color is mousy. It makes her look more timid. Kills some of her flare. She can't wear it like she wears the pink or blue, or even their natural blonde (he can't even remember the last time she was blonde). Ava comments on it immediately.
<She looks awful.>
He wants to argue, but he can't. She doesn't look like herself.
It kills him not to say anything, but all he does it tousle her hair gently as he passes by. Recognition of the change.
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