They'd been grabbed right off the street, shoved into a van. Rat hadn't been able to get a punch in. Sage remembered one last glimpse of the Florida sun as the van doors slammed shut, the guy's arm around her as he held the cloth to her face
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(OOC: Feel free to read his memories. He's a monster with an . . . eye fetish. Oh, and he's gay.)
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One of her eyes starts twitching uncontrollably and she put a hand over it. "Damn. Who's Delirium?"
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His focus goes to her eye. "What's wrong?"
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"Nice names. I don't know them. Are you keeping me here?"
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"Are they? Let me see?"
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Then she hisses (hisses!) at him.
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(And going. More tomorrow!)
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He reaches into his pocket and takes out another pair of sunglasses.
"I always have another, in case these ones break. I look weird without them."
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"Heh. Just lucky I guess." Now curiosity kept her there. "Humanity is overrated."
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"Highly overrated. I should know, I'm the one who has to reform everybody. Therapist for everyone with no therapist, if you see what I mean."
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((WTF, Sage, you're supposed to be paying attention to your intuition.))
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"No, it's not. Not at all. But it's my purpose, and we can't deny what we were born to be."
And he takes off his own sunglasses.
"I Was Born To Be A Nightmare," say his moutheyes.
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"RAT!!"
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