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 Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 5:25 pm
He was silent for a long moment. A few extremely varied emotions flashed across his face before he spoke again. "I'm a pale imitation," he said flatly. "A knockoff. A wannabe. A fake. The fact is, I will probably never be the same thing that Acheron is, Wisp. I'm just one cabbage's imitation of a starmaker, and if anyone understands that best, it's me."
He wasn't looking at her as he spoke, he couldn't. "I don't know why a cabbage got a hold of a starmaker's DNA, or even how, but it probably didn't realize what a huge screw up that was. You can no more create a true starmaker than you can make a ********' Picasso painting. Sure you can imitate him, but it's not the same. It'll never be the same."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 9:28 pm
"Yeah, but it's transformative," said Wisp earnestly, who rarely said so long a word without swapping around the vowels accidentally. "You might like, not be able to make your own Picasso, saying 'This sucks it's not Picasso any more,' and that's true -- but it's something else, you know? It doesn't have to be an imitation, it can just be something else. It is something else. It's not crappier, it's not a knock-off. That's how it is in art, Chris, it's how it is with you, serious, truth, ten-four."
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:37 am
"Maybe to you," he drawled. "But to the rest of the world I'm a freakin' mini starmaker. It's like those little dogs, you know? They look like the real ones, all the same colors and s**t, but they couldn't bite a limb off without a ton of chewing. A Miniature Doberman, that's it. A lapdog." He cursed more when he was frustrated, it seemed. He would have to break that habit when his baby sister was born.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 8:23 pm
"Chris Deakon."
Wisp had shot to her feet, hands balled up in fists at her hips. "You can throw a car, you can bend metal into -- into wiggly things -- you're a million miles high and now you're sad because you can't make stars happen? You think the world cares? Or your parents or -- or your new little sister? Stop feeling so sorry for yourself!"
She was angry now, really angry -- Wisp being angry was unusual, to say the least. "Stop feeling so sorry for yourself. Some people can't even SEE. You have a jillion voices and -- you have everything, omg."
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 9:33 pm
He blinked, then thought of it for a moment. "Wouldn't that be 'some people can't even speak?'" he asked. A tiny smile pulled at his lips, since he knew he was going to get hit for it. But she was right. "Sorry, Wisp, you're absolutely right. I'm a moron."
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 9:54 pm
Immediately the anger subsided; Wisp threw herself into his arms, just about displacing the cabbage, wrapping them around his brawny shoulder (nobody could ever wrap themselves around his chest). "I'm sorry," she said, "I'm sorry, I just hate it when you're sad -- how could you think you were anything other than the coolest ever, seriously, who cares about other Starmakers. You're still like nine times cooler than anyone else I've ever met. You and Rory both."
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 7:34 am
He hugged her back lightly, trying not to hurt her and realizing something a bit surprising. Here he was, a teenage boy, being hugged by an adorable teenage girl (regardless of the fact that Wisp was like a little sister) and all he could think of her as was--
Well, cute. Like a little girl. Images of her in pigtails and holding a giant lolipop danced in his head, and they weren't even ***** in nature. He wondered if that was true of all girls other than Rory. Not that he would tell Wisp this, of course.
"Sometimes I need to be yelled at, Wisp. Don't worry, I doubt I'll break."
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 5:08 pm
"Promise," she said a bit pathetically, "because I will always be here for you, pinky promise -- okay we won't pinky promise your pinky is like, way too large -- but I will always be here for you. I can yell if you want. You have to be in the mood to yell though, yo, I'm never in the yelling mood that often."
She looked at him with big blue eyes and lots of fluffy-dyed blonde hair; despite being older than him, she was, indeed, his little sister. And she looked at him with all the smouldering desire of a Pepsi can. "We tight," she said.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 6:13 pm
He was silent for a long moment, then said, quietly, "as long as we're both alive, we'll be tight," he agreed. "I swear."
The wording wasn't noticeable, at least, he didn't think it would be.
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