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Post by Rebecca on Dec 22, 2010 17:22:37 GMT -5
((ooc: The title is the name of a song by Barry Manilow. It makes me think of Rebecca's story :3 Anyone can join, I just wanted to introduce her))
.:It doesn't matter much how old I grow:.
Rebecca would have sighed, had she been able to. Her stitched over mouth made such things difficult. That wasn't saying that she couldn't talk; in all honesty, Rebecca didn't know if she could speak or not. She hadn't spoken a word in so long, she couldn't remember, not that she truly cared.
So sitting there on the worn bench in the middle of the courtyard, she could only sigh inwardly as she glanced around with her button eyes. Was anyone here interesting?
.:I hate to see October go...:.
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Post by Jack on Dec 22, 2010 17:41:56 GMT -5
Jack hated most things about this school. Hardly any interesting people, but hey, at least she had combat class. Something she actually liked. Believe it or not, Jack had something she liked. Then there was one boy she actually trusted. Ha, she trusted someone. She sat down on the old bench.
A doll. Well, a doll wasn't going to get her in trouble anytime soon. Jack could risk playing with her biotic powers for a bit to pass the time. A blue glow swirled around her hand over and over again as she sighed. There really wasn't much else to do around here.
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Post by Rebecca on Dec 22, 2010 20:15:59 GMT -5
Rebecca turned her head slowly as the girl sat down beside her on the bench, observing the way she was moving her hands with a childlike curiousity. She made sure to mentally note whatever the girl was doing, in case she proved to be a..."nuisance" at some point.
Standing on her little cloth legs, she turned so that she might be able to observe the girl better. Well, she was certainly...different looking. But who was Rebecca to think such things; she was a doll, for pity's sake! None the less, she decided to keep a wary eye on the individual, unsure how she might react to seeing a living doll on the bench beside her.
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Post by Jack on Dec 22, 2010 20:33:41 GMT -5
Jack suddenly stopped. She could've sworn the doll was in a different position. Maybe Jack had finally gone off the deep end. Maybe she really was crazy. "A doll. Yeah Jack, it's a doll. You never had one in your life thanks to those years of torture, get over it." she told herself. "You had your table to talk to anyways." Jack was pathetic as a child. She always believed that.
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Post by Rebecca on Dec 22, 2010 20:43:01 GMT -5
Rebecca tilted her head a little as she watched the girl. Years of torture? Why did that sound so familiar? But off course, it hadn't been years for her that she had been subjected to the torture of that old pervert. She supposed she should count herself lucky in that sense.
Sitting back down, she turned away, having gained all the information that she needed at the moment. She highly doubted that this human would be any trouble, and if she was....Rebecca had ways of dealing with that.
.:The children running home beneath a twilight sky. Oh, for the fun of them, when I was one of them:.
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Post by Jack on Dec 22, 2010 20:49:23 GMT -5
"Those people who never gave you a doll or something to love are the reason you're here anyways." Jack said. She hated them. She hated them for as long as she could remember. She glanced back at the doll again. "I swear, you moved. Wait, I'm probably crazy. I've been crazy according to several people. And now I'm talking to a doll. I don't care what they think, they wouldn't understand."
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Post by Rebecca on Dec 22, 2010 21:40:25 GMT -5
If Rebecca had been live, she might have smiled at what the girl was saying. Then again, she might have not. YOu could never really tell with Rebecca.
Deciding to ease the girl's worries, she crossed her arms neatly in front of her, staring back at the girl intently to show that she was very much indeed alive. Well, she could move, anyway. Not quite "alive", as it were.
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Post by Jack on Dec 23, 2010 0:05:07 GMT -5
The doll did move. Jack couldn't be crazy! "I guess you won't tell anyone about anything, right?" she asked. She felt childish. It was an odd sight to see someone that looked as strange as Jack did speak to a doll. "I come from where nobody here has ever been. I had a bad life when I was young, and I had no friends. I was forced to fight all my life, and nobody saved me. I had to become who I am now just to survive." Jack looked over to the distance as she said this. A sigh filled the air.
"I don't know if you're listening to me or not. I wouldn't blame you if you weren't." Jack was a criminal, a convict, someone that shouldn't be listened to. Someone that should be locked up.
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Post by Rebecca on Dec 23, 2010 0:27:42 GMT -5
Would she tell anyone? Rebecca might have laughed at the thought. But then again, she might not have. But still, it must have been amusing to what ever force it was that worked up there to see this girl asking the little doll such a question.
And Jack's story was rather sad, and Rebecca remembered a time when she had had no one to save her. But that was so long ago, in a different time, a different place. Besides, the one who she had needed saving from had also been left without a savior once, right when he had needed it the most.
In truth, Rebecca really didn't feel the need to do or respond to Jack's little story. But something inside her made her want to...touch her. Perhaps it was the little girl, or perhaps it was the doll, but whatever it was, it made Rebecca walk over to place a hand on Jack's tattooed knee. She needed a friend...perhaps a doll to play with.
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Post by Jack on Dec 23, 2010 0:34:00 GMT -5
Jack's tattooed knee had suddenly felt something. The doll had touched her. Jack had never been touched. Well, she had been punched and attacked before, but she was never really touched by someone without attack unless she was the one that touched them. That hardly ever happened either. "I'm pathetic, I don't deserve anyone." she said with a sigh.
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Post by Rebecca on Dec 23, 2010 0:40:51 GMT -5
Rebecca's little buttoned eyes stared up at Jack emptily. Perhaps she was pathetic, and perhaps she didn't deserve anyone, which was most likely the case, as Rebecca had come to realize. She could just do this girl a favor and put her out of her miserable life, but that seemed unnecessary. From what she could tell, this girl was strong, and could most definitely live through this problem. Eventually.
Which made Rebecca wonder if she could have possibly lived out her own problem. She probably could have, but the thing was, she wouldn't have wanted to. So in a way, it was good that that awful man had killed her. It made things easier for afterwards.
Moving to sit beside her, Rebecca continued to look up at Jack, still choosing to remain silent.
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Post by Jack on Dec 23, 2010 0:46:07 GMT -5
But Jack lived on. She truly was pathetic if she took her own life. She took lives of others, she was stronger then others. "At least, I was when I was young. Turns out if you mess with a girl's head enough, they change." she said with a smirk on her face. Jack had purpose. She had many people chase her since they wanted to capture her. She'd keep them running, they wouldn't suspect her to come here, to Earth, to high school.
"Do you know what it's like to keep running and running, never stopping?" Jack had to do that. If she didn't, she'd die. She couldn't die just yet.
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Post by Rebecca on Dec 23, 2010 1:02:25 GMT -5
Rebecca only stared back, thinking the question over. Though it was against her better judgment, she answered with a small shake of the head. Motioning her little arms to show Jack what she was trying to say, she sat down firmly on the bench, indicating that it meant she always stayed in the same place, never left. She waited for others who never stopped running, and then she stopped them herself.
It would be a pity if Jack were to get frustrated with Rebecca's lack of words. She had dealt with that before, and she would usually remedy it with...well, no one really knew how Rebecca did it, but whoever it was that had reacted harshly towards Rebecca's speechlessness was never seen or heard from again.
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Post by Jack on Dec 23, 2010 12:38:13 GMT -5
Nope. Well, what did Jack expect? The doll to be a convict killing people everywhere she went? Jack assumed the doll was a girl anyways. "So, you stay in one place then? You're lucky if you can." Jack told the doll. She couldn't quite understand Rebecca's movements, but if she shook her head when Jack asked if she kept running, it usually meant the opposite of moving; staying in one place.
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Post by Rebecca on Dec 23, 2010 12:56:12 GMT -5
Rebecca looked back at the woman curiously. She was interesting. And she didn't seem to grow angry that Rebecca refused to talk, which was a good thing.
She would never talk. Not ever again. Talking did no good. Talking had not saved her life. Neither had screaming, which is what she had done. So she remained silent, as talking didn't seem to do any good.
At Jack's saying she was lucky, Rebecca shook her head again. No, she wasn't lucky. She would have been lucky if she could leave. Forever. Never turn back, never come again to this world filled with pain and suffering.
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