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Aug 13, 2009 12:28

I've been here... Uh, actually, I have no idea how long I've been here. Time is such a bullshit concept anyway, right? I mean, like, you start talking about parallel worlds and string theory or whatever bullshit gets you hot, and hours and minutes don't mean shit. Time is ass, and I don't care enough to try and pin it down.

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item post, eden sinclair, heroin bob

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gotacigarette August 13 2009, 16:34:30 UTC

Fresh from the shower, Eden's eye is still in her pocket and her eyelid is slightly sunken, bruised. She's got her eyepatch around her neck but she hasn't put it on yet, still busy toweling out her hair. She's less and less bothered by not wearing it. It's got a lot to do with the way Babe looks at her.

When eh sees him she pauses, watching him for a moment.

"What've you got?"

slc_bob August 13 2009, 16:42:41 UTC

I look up and I know I probably look guilty or something, and I grab one of the figures (an elf, I think) and clutch it tightly in my palm.

"Nothing," I lie awkwardly. "Where's your eye?" I ask, as if that's not a totally rude and fucked up thing to ask someone. But whatever, last time I saw her, she had two eyes. I think a missing eye is a little more important than some toys I found.

gotacigarette August 13 2009, 17:12:23 UTC

"Liar."

Eden drops down in one of the chairs, hooking her knee over the arm and watching him. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her eye, holding it up. Broken, it doesn't look any different than it did when it worked.

"Right there," she says.

slc_bob August 13 2009, 17:34:06 UTC

I look at her eye and then back up at her. It weird, you'd expect her to look different without it, but she's still pretty. Like magazine pretty.

Trish hated magazines like that, with makeup and stuff in them. I thought they were neat. Like looking into a whole other world. I used to steal them from the newsstand sometimes when ?I was really young, not that I ever told her that. Seventeen and Playboy, nothing weird about that.

I nod a little and relax my grip on the figure in my hand, looking back down at the grids and books. "It's a game," I tell her finally. "I used to play it when I was a kid. Me, and my best friend."

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