The First Chord

Mar 12, 2008 21:38

Oh...dreaming.

Pretty present you are. Did he give me to you as payment for his death? Yes, that-

Nothing like London. Too white. Less muddy.

Damnable cuff, get off, get off-

I...

It bites, oh lord, get this wretched thing OFF ME

I rather like this dream.

((Strikes are private.))

arrival, that damn cuff

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just_cutthroat March 13 2008, 02:31:30 UTC
This is anything but a dream.

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invoke_lyssa March 13 2008, 02:36:49 UTC
Then a fairy story. Only fairy stories and dreams are capable of such witchery and mischief until you awaken...

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just_cutthroat March 13 2008, 02:39:35 UTC
That is what I thought too, before here.

Who are you? You speak of..London..

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invoke_lyssa March 13 2008, 02:42:04 UTC
Lived in London my whole life. Do I want to wake up if I should return there?

[Accidental Voice Post]

No, no, no, no. You won't go back, Benjamin, you won't-

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just_cutthroat March 13 2008, 02:45:40 UTC
..Did you say your..name is Benjamin..?

Your last name, it isn't..Barker, sir? Is it?

No..it couldn't be.

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1/?? invoke_lyssa March 13 2008, 02:46:32 UTC
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3/3 invoke_lyssa March 13 2008, 02:49:54 UTC
Don't take me back, please don't. I'll do anything, anything. Don't take me back to him, please.

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Re: 3/3 just_cutthroat March 13 2008, 02:54:28 UTC
So it is me..you, but..different.

Don't fear being sent back to that wretched place. Fear the insanity of this world instead.

Him?

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invoke_lyssa March 13 2008, 03:07:20 UTC
You won't take me back, no, after everything I've worked for. After his death, after all I've done- YOU CAN TELL FOGG I'LL SEE HIM IN HELL ALONG WITH THE JUDGE.

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just_cutthroat March 13 2008, 03:19:10 UTC
...What happened to you?

I regret to inform you that..you are me, Mr. Barker.

We are from..two separate worlds.

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invoke_lyssa March 13 2008, 03:35:11 UTC
Hardly any regret, sir. I cannot wake up, I'm not a soldier, and you...sullying this place up, muddying the white as if it were London...!

I do not expect your master to be pleased over his beloved lord's death, but you can tell him that Turpin's fate was far kinder than the one I've reserved for him.

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just_cutthroat March 13 2008, 03:38:37 UTC
I have done no such sullying.

You're mistaking me for another. I have no master, nor do I have any idea what you're talking about.

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invoke_lyssa March 13 2008, 03:46:26 UTC
Liar. Fogg is laughing, isn't he? He was always laughing. And beating and cursing...

Where's my sweetie? Where's Benjamin's sweetie?

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just_cutthroat March 13 2008, 03:53:12 UTC
Fogg..

The asylum? Were you sent to the asylum, Mr. Barker?

You must have been. This is the second time you brought up that name.

.....sweetie..

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invoke_lyssa March 13 2008, 03:55:46 UTC
Fifteen years. Do you know how long I heard his laughter? Fifteen years.

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