KIM KITSURAGI – “Hello, I am Kim Kitsuragi. I work for the Revachol Citizens Militia. An associate recommended I make a tumblr account for ‘PR reasons’. My ‘asks are open’ for any inquiries, schedule permitting.”
INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] – This is it. He’s online. Time to tell him the truth about birds.
*walks up to him and hands him sketches of his and Du Bois's portraits* I like your faces so I drew them. Hope you'll like it. *Gives him a thumbs up and leaves*
KIM KITSURAGI – He is powerless to stop you from slipping two more sketches into his hand, since the one he received earlier in the day.
RED-NOSED DETECTIVE – The lieutenant’s partner is coming. He’ll want to have a look.
[STRANGER: KNOWN AS] JIM — Hey, excuse me. You're that investigator I see running around with that drunk guy, correct? Uhm, I've something for you.
YOU — The scruffy looking man hands you a charcoal sketch of... you; smoking on the sidewalk of what seemed to be where you stood in the barren street. Each line seems crude, hastily sketched, each line darker than the last. It seems quite old despite the newer, smudged strokes. Yet it retained a kind of sense it was a completely genuine gesture.
JIM — I know it's not my best, you only seem to take a break for five minutes at most, but it's the best I can do. I know, awkward right? A random person comes up to you and goes, ‘Hey have a random picture of you!’
(sorry i know this is awkward, i don’t ask like this often, but i hope you enjoy the art! :])
KIM KITSURAGI – He holds the paper away from his face, to get a better look.
It takes him roughly two minutes to realize you’re expecting him to say something about it.
KIM KITSURAGI – “Impressive. Just ask first, next time.”
KIM KITSURAGI – His eyes flicker to the clock on the opposite wall.
KIM KITSURAGI – “I have to go. Thank you.”
KIM KITSURAGI – He nods, then moves brusquely, eyes returning to the drawing when he pushes through the exiting door.
Kim, do you ever feel like life is just a simulation?
KIM KITSURAGI – “Some might expect police work to have had me convinced of this years ago, but... no. I’m not enough of a philosopher to say whether life is secretly a dream, but something about the job has made it too... ‘realistic’ for me.”
CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] – It is almost incredible, the lack of damage to his jacket in the face of his overall career. Either he knows an omnipotent seamstress, or...
PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] – Or nothing. There’s a stitch right there, on the elbow, the size of a small caterpillar. It’s clearly taken some wear and tear, just across many small quick-patches.
INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] – That’s where it grows from.
Kim, I’m a trans girl who has yet to start medically transitioning. I know I’m only 18 but watching my body be more masculine is making me horribly depressed. I hate that others see and will continue to see me as a man, as a crossdresser at most. I feel so lost! It makes me genuinely depressed that I missed out on so much that id formative for women. Sleepovers, going shopping together, partners, etc. Like however I try I will never be a girl girl, like I’ll always feel wrong in my skin even if I successfully transition. and even that is not certain. My body has been so destroyed by my male puberty that I will never have the sillhouete of a woman. It all makes me depressed. What should I do, Lt.? I feel so lost, hormones in no sight and desperate as ever. Maybe this doesn’t even make sense I just needed to tell it to someone wise like you, mr Lt.
DEATH BEACH – The grey, muddy sand you’re patrolling with him has nowhere near the number of tourists you’d expect for a beach. Grimy waves lap at your feet, before the brown tide rescinds under a dense sky.
KIM KITSURAGI – “I don’t know about wise. I wasn’t very happy with my body at your age, either. Even coming into adulthood, I would daydream of ways to stave off a few glares, a few judgements passed based on nothing but my face.”
KIM KITSURAGI – Silence. He pulls out and lights a cigarette.
PERCEPTION (EYES) [Easy: Success] – There is a bird’s carcass, close to the water. Too salty to attract flies.
KIM KITSURAGI – “It took another year, to come to the conclusion there is no incorrect skin, whether we keep or change it. Of all the organs in the body, it’s the one holding us together. Honoring its dedication to me was needed to find my self-respect.”
KIM KITSURAGI – In an uncharacteristic gesture of affection, he reaches over to squeeze your shoulder.
INLAND EMPIRE [Heroic: Success] – For a moment, years peel away; the clothes, places, behaviors, convictions, sliding off you like bags leaking sand.
INLAND EMPIRE – You’re not handsome, nor cute, hairy, soft, chiseled, pretty, protecting, captivating, cunning, powerful, pathetic...
Misshapen... bubbly... lost...
INLAND EMPIRE – You’re a child, perfectly clear. Standing anew, staring up, and loving your fingers for how the world brushes them with salt on the wind.
KIM KITSURAGI – “No mask would wear you perfectly, detective. Take care of yourself.”
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