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 Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 10:50 pm
Did he not know how to act himself? He was copying her almost to the barest movement she made. There was no comprehension there. He was just mimicking her.
She let out one more breath, "Now be yourself." She wasn't sure how well that one was going to work at all.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 10:58 pm
He let out one breath with her. "Now be yourself," he repeated dutifully, almost shaking himself to bits with the stress of staying so still.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 9:51 pm
"No, stop that. Act like yourself," Freyja told him. She was convinced he was going to miss the point. His whole body was vibrating though. She wondered perhaps unfairly, how he had made it to live so long?
He was reckless. He was easily frightened. He followed orders so well. Woe befall him if he should land in someone's evil hands.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 9:54 pm
"No, stop that. Act like yourself," he repeated dutifully. His ears started shaking now. He couldn't stay still much longer, he was going to burst!
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 12:35 am
Freyja, honestly, didn't know what to do with him. He was now listening too well. He was going to injure himself, and it would be her fault. But she didn't know how to get him to stop, how to make him understand that he should stop and be himself again. Perhaps it would be best if she just didn't bother him, he had after all lived this long--so he could live the rest of his life like this. Perhaps, she shouldn't have helped?
Why did she try to help him? She closed her eyes and tried to think of a way to tell him, to tell him that he needed to go back to being himself. "You're free," she said it looking him directly in the eye, trying to reach him somewhere deep in there.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 1:11 am
"You're free," he repeated. Then like a dam bursting, something broke inside him, and he could no longer play the mirror game. "Free," he repeated in an odd key singsonging croon. "Free..." his body began to sway back and forth. "As a bird. Whatever happened to the life that we once knew? Once knew....threw and through and phew, and it goes on and on and on and on.... this is the song that doesn't end!" he began bouncing happily now, his wings fluttering, his hair flying, knees going, as he got into it. "Yes it goes on and on my frieeeeeeeeeends! Some people staaaarted singing it, not knowing what it was, and they'll keep singing it forever just becauuuuuuuse, this is the sooooooooooong that doesn't eeeeeeeend," he screeched out, to call it singing would be polite, and far more kind than it deserved. He did seem to be having a great time, however, and he was acting like himself once again. For whatever that was worth. "end end end end end deep knee bend. Friend friend friend." he cocked his head and looked at her. "fox in socks on box on knox. Fort knox, school oh hard knocks. It's a hard knock life, for us! It's a hard knock life, for us!"He blinked, confused. "What is a knock, sir?" he asked her, seeming completely puzzled now. The effort to behave as she had had robbed him of any self control he might have possessed at the start of the day. "Ah....girl....girl.... She's the kind of girl who knocks you down when friends are there, she's cool, cool." he hissed in through his teeth, back to swaying with the song again.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 1:19 am
His words broke over them both like a tidal wave, she was knocked back mentally with the force of them. He did nothing at normal speed, but rather exceedingly fast or super slow. She wondered perhaps if his mind were more a prison that held him than a weapon to be yeilded?
She looked at him again as he yammered, and Freyja could not help but think how much like a child he looked--albeit, an overgrown one. But he was free now, as though that word "free" had such great power over him though it didn't--not over anyone. It was an abstract, and yet he understood it--he knew what it meant and unleashed himself. "Tropo," she began cautiously. "Is it always like this?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 1:26 am
"Is it always like this, she whispered, voiced hushed. Hush...," he whispered, then he began to sing. "Hush little baby, don't say a word, Tropo's gonna buy you a mocking jay, and if that mocking jay won't play, the capitol's gonna look the other way, and if that capitol sees you, you're gonna die that's what you're gonna do...." the song slipped into a dark whispering croon, a sound of dark foreboding evil.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2015 8:40 pm
"What about a Mockingjay?" Freyja felt something creeping over her spine like a spider. "What's happening?" She knew that he was lost to something in his mind. She had to help him out. "Tell me, what's wrong."
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2015 9:12 pm
"Wrong? Wrong? Wong went the cat, and the cat was called Wong. For he was the cat of the great Enchanter known far and wide as Chrestomanci. They say to summon Chrestomanci you must hold his signature and say his name three times. Chrestomanci. Chrestomanci. Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice!"
He laughed hysterically, throwing his head back.
When his head snapped forward again, and snap forward it did, he was singing.
"Come mister tally man, tally me bananas. Daylight coming an me wanna go home. I said six foot seven foot eight hoof punt. Daylight coming and me wanna go hooooome. Day. I say day. Me say day me say day me say daaaaayo. Dayo coming, daylight coming and me wanna go home. Me wanna go home."
The song changed, but not the melody, oddly. "So hoist up the the John B sail, see how the main sail sets. Call for the captain ashore and let me go home. Oh let me go home. Soquili John B Stone, oh let me go home, let me go home. I feel so broken up, I wanna phone home."
"E.T. phone home?" he asked. "E.T. Bru Teh? Brujaja brew ha ha. HA HA HA! Laugh and the world laughs with you, Soq and you soq alone. Oh... go Soq your head!" he said to her, laughing manically as he did. He danced in place, almost giddy seeming.
"Cause I'm in over my head! Over my head! Stuck in the red! Something she said! It makes me think that I'm in over my head. Over my head. Over my heaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad."
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2015 2:08 pm
Freyja took a step backwards involunatarily. This stallion was more than stuck in his own head, he was...disturbed. She didn't know what she should do. A part of her said that running was the best option. On the other hand, a part of her knew that no one had really given this stallion a chance--had tried to help him with those dark corners of his mind that gripped him so mercilessly.
So stay or go?
Would he hurt her? She didnt' think so, he seemed harmless enough. But did she really know what he would do or what he was capable of?
She took a deep breath, she would give him more time. See if she could help him.
"Tropo, stop talking. Listen to me," she pleaded. "Can you hear me?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2015 3:46 pm
"Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now?" he asked, then grinned and started singing. "Can you heaaaaar me now......? Falling falling falling Falling. See me here in the air, not holding on to anywhere, but holding on so beware I have secrets here I won't share. See me here pushing you, if I then deny I do, contemplate or wish away, If I ask you not to stay. Clowns that only let you know where you let your senses go. Clowns all around you, it's a cross I need to bear. All this black and cruel despair, this is an emergency, don't you hide your eyes from me. Open them and see me now."
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2015 5:12 pm
"TROPO!" She shouted, hoping to be heard among the chaos in his mind. "You can do this, come back to me. Focus." She searched his poor mad eyes, trying to bring him back to his half way sanity. But she had a feeling that she might have lost him more than she could bring back.
"Tropo," her voice soft as a whisper. "Listen to me." But something told her that she might not be able to help him that this was somethign beyond her fixing. She did not want to admit it. he could not simply be lost.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2015 8:12 pm
"Listen! Listen! He drive the beasts before him, the red bull, and he drove them into the ocean. Listen! Listen!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2016 11:10 am
"Tropo," she said calmly, her voice low and kind. "Can you calm yourself? Can you tell me what is wrong? Who is he?" Was he seeing things? Was he hearing things or was he having visions? Was there truth to what he said or what it all gibberish? Perhaps, it wasn't perhaps what he was saying meant something if only someone took enough time and consideration to figure it out. "Can you tell me who he is?"
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