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WHO: No-Name and Midii
WHERE: Somewhere in the MAC. That place has more doors and hallways than a Scooby-Doo cartoon chase sequence.
WHEN: Today!
WARNINGS: I can't imagine there will be any need.
SUMMARY: Two kids bump into each other in the Porter-provided apartment building. One will someday have his canon surrogate family destroyed by the girl he rescued. The other happens to be that girl, and has already done it. Oops?
FORMAT: Whatever
People-watching would be the best sort of mental distraction, he'd decided, so long as there were plenty of strangers passing by outside. At this point, it had become almost vital to find something that would temporarily derail his current trains of thought.
He hadn't been able to keep the puppy he'd rescued; even from the start he'd known better than to think he had the ability to care for it--after all, he couldn't do so much as get one of the giant bags of food home from the store, let alone manage any number of other important things.
Not to mention that he kept thinking of the kid he'd injured every time he looked at its fuzzy little face. It was a memory he could just as soon do without, thank you very much, and Laura already had one of her own that he could play with whenever he visited. It just wasn't right to keep the dog, and so he'd given it up a couple of days ago.
Despite that, the thought of what he'd done as one of the Imports busy losing their minds (or near enough to it to count) still bothered him in a vague, nagging sort of way. He'd never really meant to hurt anyone. Not that much, anyway, and not for something like that. The City was supposed to be different. A place where he could get away from being alone in the midst of war. But there he was, facing his actions, and actually finding himself somewhat upset with how far he'd gone, though he couldn't show it. He'd thought the violence had been left behind, but somehow, it had been brought in with him. Made part of him. People never did anything wrong if they didn't have it somewhere in them in the first place. That was just the way the world worked.
He was still turning that thought over in his head as he rounded the corner in the hallway.
WHERE: Somewhere in the MAC. That place has more doors and hallways than a Scooby-Doo cartoon chase sequence.
WHEN: Today!
WARNINGS: I can't imagine there will be any need.
SUMMARY: Two kids bump into each other in the Porter-provided apartment building. One will someday have his canon surrogate family destroyed by the girl he rescued. The other happens to be that girl, and has already done it. Oops?
FORMAT: Whatever
People-watching would be the best sort of mental distraction, he'd decided, so long as there were plenty of strangers passing by outside. At this point, it had become almost vital to find something that would temporarily derail his current trains of thought.
He hadn't been able to keep the puppy he'd rescued; even from the start he'd known better than to think he had the ability to care for it--after all, he couldn't do so much as get one of the giant bags of food home from the store, let alone manage any number of other important things.
Not to mention that he kept thinking of the kid he'd injured every time he looked at its fuzzy little face. It was a memory he could just as soon do without, thank you very much, and Laura already had one of her own that he could play with whenever he visited. It just wasn't right to keep the dog, and so he'd given it up a couple of days ago.
Despite that, the thought of what he'd done as one of the Imports busy losing their minds (or near enough to it to count) still bothered him in a vague, nagging sort of way. He'd never really meant to hurt anyone. Not that much, anyway, and not for something like that. The City was supposed to be different. A place where he could get away from being alone in the midst of war. But there he was, facing his actions, and actually finding himself somewhat upset with how far he'd gone, though he couldn't show it. He'd thought the violence had been left behind, but somehow, it had been brought in with him. Made part of him. People never did anything wrong if they didn't have it somewhere in them in the first place. That was just the way the world worked.
He was still turning that thought over in his head as he rounded the corner in the hallway.