Comments | mixed_muses: Trudy Chacon, post-Avatar, thatawaysbar

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Trudy Chacon, post-Avatar, thatawaysbar

Jan 24, 2010 10:08

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makesthings January 23 2010, 23:15:42 UTC

Sameth looks up from the joint that's just not working and watches the woman who feels dead,

"How can you just keep watching it?"

hallelujahpilot January 23 2010, 23:19:22 UTC

She glances over at the boy, and half smirks.

"'Cause I'm morbid."

makesthings January 23 2010, 23:21:11 UTC

"That's one way to put it, I guess."

He's trying to look at her but not the Window which is hard but he can feel it which is more than enough.

hallelujahpilot January 23 2010, 23:22:29 UTC

"Also dead," Trudy adds, smirk widening. "But I can't tell about you."

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scots_wolf January 23 2010, 23:19:20 UTC

"They say it is the whole universe, all of creation, ending," a quiet, cultured voice says nearby.

hallelujahpilot January 23 2010, 23:21:38 UTC

"Figured," comes the short reply.

scots_wolf January 23 2010, 23:30:09 UTC

"For something so very final, it keeps going on and on and on," the man says.

hallelujahpilot January 23 2010, 23:34:17 UTC

"Yeah, I kinda noticed."

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nonthreatening January 24 2010, 07:12:22 UTC

Seeing your supposedly-dead erstwhile love interest isn't something you ever really expect. As such, when Norm spots Trudy staring at the Window, he promptly abandons his table (with all the grace of a drugged swan) in order to make his way over to her.

"Trudy."

The first time is a statement. The second is a question.

"Trudy?"

hallelujahpilot January 24 2010, 07:25:34 UTC

Trudy looks up. Of course she looks up. Last thing she heard before everything went orange and white was his voice, saying her name.

Norm, I love you

Trudy, NO!

"....please god tell you aren't dead."

nonthreatening January 24 2010, 08:09:22 UTC

(You don't forget it when someone tells you they love you. Not when the very next sound you hear is fire and static.)

"I -- I'm not," he stammers, hands held a little awkwardly at chest-level as though he is afraid to touch her. The truth is he is, mostly because he's afraid she'll simply disappear. He hasn't seen that sort of thing happen in the bar, but that isn't necessarily a areassurance, not here.

"How --?"

He can't find any end to the question.

hallelujahpilot January 24 2010, 08:30:11 UTC

"Thank you," she breathes out, for one moment shutting her eyes. Not dead, not dead, not dead. But just for one moment, because the very next she's on her feet and standing in front of him, ignoring the fear that if she touches him he'll vanish. Trudy reaches out, curls her fingers around his hands. Her skin is warm, alive, but she is not.

He doesn't vanish.

"I...landed out the back with my Samson. After, uh. Anything else, well...I ain't got a clue."

He's here, and alive, and he doesn't vanish.

"You...Norm. You're not dead."

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