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Dec 28, 2009 21:52

[This is not her room. This is not her room and these are not her clothes and these are not her things. The people in these pictures are not her family. This is not her city ( Read more... )

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grey_of_heart December 29 2009, 13:34:01 UTC
[Have a Gabriel, walking the opposite way on her side of the street, hands in pockets. His gaze keeps moving over the neighborhood, not specifically looking for anything, but always watchful.]

[He'll give her a friendly smile and a hullo once he's close enough.]

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goesnickersnack December 29 2009, 18:57:15 UTC
[The presence of another person causes Caroline to pause and she wrings her hands, distraught.]

Mister? Can ya tell me where Ah am, mister?

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grey_of_heart December 30 2009, 13:35:15 UTC
America. Circa 1950, town called Mayfield.

[Pause.]

You were taken from your home, all of us were.

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goesnickersnack December 30 2009, 19:24:32 UTC
...It ain't 2062? Wha's America?

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grey_of_heart December 30 2009, 20:28:39 UTC
[Gabriel tilts his head.]

To tell the truth, I'm not sure what year it is here. This place isn't very realistic.

Where are you from?

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goesnickersnack December 30 2009, 20:33:05 UTC
Year 2062, Firs' Level Plane. 'Least tha's the general way t'put it.

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grey_of_heart December 30 2009, 23:04:53 UTC
Mm. Earth?

[Who knows what happens fifty years into his own future?]

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goesnickersnack December 31 2009, 00:28:51 UTC
No. Earth's a fairy tale, like'n Ah told someone else. Ah'm purdy sure we ain't Earth.

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grey_of_heart December 31 2009, 01:35:47 UTC
[Gabriel chuckles.]

I'm from Earth. An Earth, somewhere. Theoretically, Mayfield is in America, a country on the planet.

[He sobers.]

Can I help you with anything?

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goesnickersnack December 31 2009, 01:38:07 UTC
You can help me by gettin' me home.

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grey_of_heart December 31 2009, 01:41:04 UTC
[Gabriel crosses his arms. They are covered in a tapestry of scars, burns and cuts and others less identifiable.]

I wish I could do that. I really do.

[He's very quiet, and there is obvious regret in his voice.]

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goesnickersnack December 31 2009, 01:46:03 UTC
[It's a really bad sign when grown-ups start talking like that and all of his old wounds make Caroline's mind jump to conclusions, thinking that he's received them from here.

This place is going to be the end, and this is the thought that makes Caroline burst into tears.]

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grey_of_heart December 31 2009, 01:59:52 UTC
Ah, luv. I'm sorry.

[He'd hug her but he's not sure she'd really want a stranger doing that sort of thing.]

We are trying to find a way out...

[This doesn't come off as comforting as he'd hoped, mostly due to the inability of people in this place to band together for any one thing other than a picnic.]

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goesnickersnack December 31 2009, 02:03:49 UTC
Ah'm never gonna see mah mama or papa or friends again! [waaaaiiils]

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grey_of_heart December 31 2009, 02:14:05 UTC
You will. I promise.

[You arse. You know better than to make such oaths. In truth, she's strengthening his resolve each moment that passes. Things like this shouldn't happen.]

Are you hungry? I've fresh bread and pie at my house. Mum always told me food helps calm the soul.

[He smiles.]

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goesnickersnack December 31 2009, 02:18:23 UTC
[She nods sullenly, suddenly aware that she's actually hungery. Dimensional travel or whatever's going on does that to you.]

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