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Post by Jack on Dec 23, 2010 13:06:22 GMT -5
Not lucky either? It appeared she couldn't speak. If Jack couldn't yell at people, who knew what she would do? Jack loved yelling threats to those that irritated her. Mostly everybody. "Right, you must not be able to talk. Maybe it's hard for you to get away. Maybe you have to get away, but you can't. I left, and I wasn't caught. Then again, there was a riot that was caused that allowed me to get away." Jack said. Jack wouldn't mention who exactly started the riot. "If you can't talk, can you write?"
At least writing was some way to get information across to others. Luckily, Jack had brought her datapad journal with her. Then again, she stole that from somewhere, but at least she might be able to speak with the doll that way. Unless the doll couldn't write either.
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Post by Rebecca on Dec 23, 2010 13:11:04 GMT -5
This time, Rebecca nodded. That she could do, though in all honesty, she wasn't sure how. She hadn't been particularly good at writing before as a child, but somehow she was quite good at it now.
She wouldn't mind writing. There wasn't much thought put into that.
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Post by Jack on Dec 23, 2010 13:20:06 GMT -5
"Well, this thing isn't quite like what you might be used to." Jack said as she grabbed the datapad journal from her pack. That's the only thing she carried there, but sometimes she said she had a gun in there to people she felt like threatening. "Up here is the screen, and you write there using your fingers, or hands in your case. Much better then the old Earth journals here because you can lock these up with secret codes so nobody can look at what you wrote."
Maybe not the smartest choice to show to someone who was never from anywhere besides Earth, but at least Jack had a way to communicate with the doll. "I'm Jack." Maybe the doll would write her name. Maybe the doll didn't have a name.
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Post by Rebecca on Dec 23, 2010 13:25:33 GMT -5
Rebecca stared at the device, a bit confused but willing to try it. She didn't know why she was doing this; maybe it was just to humor Jack. Or maybe she was just bored. You could never quite tell with Rebecca.
Putting her hand down on the datapad, tracing her cloth hand into the curves and loops of the letters of her name. Rebecca. This might have been the first time she had ever told anyone her name.
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Post by Jack on Dec 23, 2010 13:31:03 GMT -5
Rebecca. Jack never knew anyone named Rebecca. Then again, most people she had known more than just seeing them around had a number instead of a name. "Rebecca. Your name's Rebecca?" Jack said to the doll. "Never met a Rebecca before. Then again, you probably haven't met a girl named Jack." Or Subject Zero. Either way, Jack doubted the doll met someone with those names.
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Post by Rebecca on Dec 23, 2010 13:40:29 GMT -5
Rebecca erased the name, filling the space with more letters. Ah, well. She had gone this far, she might as well continue with her conversation.
No. But I had a cousin named Jack.
Rebecca stopped herself. SHe hoped that she didn't have to explain how she used to be alive now.
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Post by Jack on Dec 23, 2010 14:50:13 GMT -5
A doll with cousins? Certainly not something Jack ever expected. Then again, it may have been simply a bunch of dolls created into a family. "Did you used to have an owner?" she decided to ask. The owner may have had a doll and named it Jack, decided that Rebecca and Jack would be cousins for all Jack knew.
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Post by Rebecca on Dec 23, 2010 15:08:37 GMT -5
Rebecca paused, not sure if she wanted to answer or not. Deciding that it couldn't hurt, she erased her words again and wrote:
No owner. Family. Mother's niece.
Great, now she would probably have to explain that she used to be alive. She hadn't planned on having to kill anyone today.
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Post by Jack on Dec 23, 2010 20:31:23 GMT -5
"You had a family? I never had one of those." Jack commented. Jack lived alone. Jack was alone as long as she could remember. Jack had a friend before, but he didn't survive. She had high doubts that would change here. The question was, how could the doll have a family?
Jack didn't want to know about family. It would only remind her of something she never had, force her to become angry, and when she became angry she'd go to jail. She couldn't go back to a cell ever again.
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Post by Rebecca on Dec 23, 2010 20:38:35 GMT -5
Rebecca looked up at Jack curiously again, then erased what she had written once more. At least Jack had not questioned her so much. She didn't feel glad about that; Rebecca was never glad, nor was she angry. She was just...there.
Moving her little hand over the pad again, she wrote:
Gone now. Too late for me.
She decided to stop there, having told more than enough as it was. Pushing the pad back to Jack, she sat down again, staring out across the courtyard at the other students moving past.
.:I should be over it now, I know:.
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Post by Jack on Dec 23, 2010 20:43:21 GMT -5
Jack had not been paying attention to other students. Other students had feared her, Jack had not trusted almost everyone. Almost, but not quite. "Gone. I had someone who left me." Jack said. She had said enough about her past, and who knew if someone was listening besides the doll? "It doesn't matter anymore." Jack had to change the subject somehow, packing away her datapad. At least Rebecca didn't ask about that thing.
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Post by Rebecca on Dec 23, 2010 20:51:04 GMT -5
Rebecca appeared to be non observant, but in truth, she was listening intently to everything Jack said. In fact, if she cared, she could have been listening to pretty much anyone in the courtyard at the moment. But of course, Rebecca didn't care.
No one had left Rebecca. She had left them. No, that wasn't true. She had been taken from them. But, as Jack had said, it didn't matter anymore. Her parents were dead, like she should be. Gosh, Rebecca was so tired. Tired of living her pointless existence here. Tired of waiting for it to end.
Now she could only look back up at Jack, wondering if there was anything else that the girl was going to say. Because, well, Rebecca certainly wasn't going to say anything.
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Post by Jack on Dec 23, 2010 21:00:22 GMT -5
Maybe the doll was a bit like Jack. Lost her family. Of course, Jack wasn't sure how she had a family, but it didn't matter to her. The doll wasn't tortured to become a biotic either, unless that was something Jack simply didn't know. She sighed, wondering what else there was to say. What was there for Jack to say? She never had conversations with anyone. "I don't know who had a harder life. You, or me." she admitted. To know family and lose them, or to never know your family since you were young.
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Post by Rebecca on Dec 23, 2010 21:05:10 GMT -5
Thinking over Jack's question, Rebecca gradually raised up her arm to motion towards the other girl. Jack, most definitely, had had a harder life, in Rebecca's opinion. If only because Rebecca's had been shorter. Now, if she had asked who had had the harder afterlife, well...
Maybe it was the little girl in her, or maybe it was the doll mode that was slowly beginning to infect the girl's brain, but something made Rebecca pat Jack's knee. It was rather soft and barely even noticeable, but it was about as comforting as Rebecca was going to get.
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Post by Jack on Dec 24, 2010 14:33:59 GMT -5
Did the doll mean Jack had the harder life? Probably. Jack assumed that's what Rebecca meant if she pointed her arm at the human biotic. She watched as the doll patted Jack's knee again. Jack wanted someone at that moment. She doubted she'd ever find someone else to comfort her, so she stayed with the doll a bit longer. Comfort. Comfort was rare in Jack's world.
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