[130] TEARS OF A CROCODILE // Video

[stopthat_destro]

[The camera's canted at an odd angle, like it's been haphazardly thrown on the ground. You can see some of Rex, and he's looking disheveled, terrified and pathetic. There are spots of red on his shirt, and some of his hair is matted down and sticky with what appears to be blood. You can tell he's huddled in a corner in the gym. He sniffles,

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[aye_cun_finally]

[Well now, something seems off about this, but he can't take that chance. Leaving Rex alone is a recipe for disaster. Unless he has his toys, anyway.]

[Then it's either a recipe for disaster or a really boring lecture on turning bismuth into gold.]

[So, he rushes down there, all ready to help, approaching him slowly.]

...Doctor?

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[stopthat_destro]

[Shut your whore mouth; Rex's lectures are never boring. Anyway, Rex fakes a sniffle when he hears footsteps, then pitifully looks up to see... Ah. James. Well, that's not who he needs.

...

Let's see how easily fooled he is.]

J-james?

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[aye_cun_finally]

[Nothing Rex says is interesting. Ever. It's just science.]

[Oh ho ho, see what I did there?]

Doctor? What happened?

[There isn't as much concern as there might normally be. You might want to dial up the tears.]

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[stopthat_destro]

[UGH, GIVE REX MORE DEVOTION AND ATTENTION. He shakes his head frantically, bringing a hand to touch the injury on his head. Yes. Injury.]

I don't-- I can't-- [He swallows shakily.] They did something to me.

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[aye_cun_finally]

[Well, now you get more concern. And James crouching next to you to get a better look, Rex.]

Who are 'they'?

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[stopthat_destro]

It's, it was... [He tries to say a name, but it's like it gets stuck in his throat, and try as he might, he can't get it out. There's just a soft whimper, and he buries his face in his hands, clearly distressed about the lack of control he has over his own mind--

--or he's just testing the waters to see how well he can fool the others.]

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[aye_cun_finally]

Shh, shh, [And there is James' involuntary, soothing reaction as he gets a closer look at that wound.] You're bleeding, you know you can't stay here. Can you stand?

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[stopthat_destro]

[A pitiful little nod, and then Rex peeks out between his fingers before lowering his hands.]

I'm fine, James. [SMILE.] Simply performing something of a... social experiment. If I can convince you, then the wardens won't be a problem.

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[aye_cun_finally]

[James sits back on his heels, rolling his eyes. So, so impressed with you right now.]

It wouldn't take much convincing to make anyone believe you've grievously injured yourself.

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[stopthat_destro]

Upset with me, James?

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[aye_cun_finally]

[Sigh.]

I'm sure you have a good reason.

[He isn't.]

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[stopthat_destro]

I have a reason you're familiar enough with. [He leans back against the wall, keeping his eyes trained on the entrance.] Self improvement.

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[aye_cun_finally]

Have your new-found looks encouraged you to become a thespian?

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[stopthat_destro]

These looks are hardly new. [THEY'RE SUPER OLD, HE GREW UP WITH THEM. GEEZ, JAMES.] And I've always dabbled in theatrics.

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[aye_cun_finally]

Rediscovered, then. {And now you look even babier faced!} And you certainly have.

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[stopthat_destro]

Mm. I don't suppose you ever wonder what could have been, do you, James?