F A L S E

Must have been out of his mind. All alone he turns to stone. { Independent ƒalse!Garry. // Tracking azurerepas. }

[azurerepas]

"I will admit, that was not the smartest decision I have made. I apologize for the… Comments I made yesterday." Unfortunately, everything he had done and said were engraved clearly in his memory. If he cared, he would be too embarrassed to speak to the other. "Even if they tried, there is nothing to take? Thank you for looking after me, though."

" It's fine, no need to apologize. Drunk or not, I know what I am. And I'm a very gorgeous man. Just be happy I didn't rip your eyes out for touching my hair, " False didn't mind being haughty about himself, though his appearance was basically made up to fit a certain individual he couldn't stand for reasons not applicable to this situation, " Well, I was stuck here, you know, painting at all, " The mirage explained briefly, leaning against the nearby wall, " Even then, can't totally abandon a friend that ended up passed out, flat on his ass right after, right? "

[untethers]

"And this is why you do not get drunk, kids." The energy was still lingering in his system, but at least he could think clearly now. 

[azurerepas]

" There's a level of dumb and I think you kind of passed it, though at least no one tried to pickpocket you while you were laying out on the floor, " That's probably because he looked like a hobo, that also meant that False wasn't about to risk injury for the parasite.

[azurerepas]

Casually blows kisses in Julian's direction

[my-teen-quote]

[r-o-t-fuchs-deactivated20140818]

azurerepas

     ”I should consider banding them from my living room.” Unfortunately, he felt compelled to allow the messier of his friends over once in a while for entertainment. Their company was most welcome, but the later clean-up caused some discontentment. “I suppose it is my fault for not taking the necessary precautions to begin with.” He should know better than to expect a neat and tidy living room after they left.

[azurerepas]

False was bored. He had nothing to do, the Gallery's inhabitants were strangely quiet for some reason. Perhaps it was the fact that someone had taken one of the paintings yet again, a prospect no creature within the Fabricated World enjoyed. While it wasn't exactly his job, the mirage took it upon himself to try and find the stolen friend, considering he was the only one who could leave. So carefully, slim fingers curled around the empty frame he had found not too long ago, hoisting it on the wall and sliding his hands down the edges. Head leaned forward, False focused, lips pursing into a thin line as he attempted to locate the nearest empty frame to the missing work of art. Upon receiving a rather fuzzy location, he took in a deep breath and pushed himself through the portal. Finger nails latched onto the wall on the other side, hissing softly as he continued to pry himself from the Fabricated Gallery, landing on a carpet of some sort. The falsified being shook his head, attempting to refocus himself before looking around, catching someone's eye. Letting out an awkward laugh, he remained seated, finally aware that he'd transported himself to a place within a person's home, " Ah..oops, sorry 'bout that--. "

[azurerepas]

After taking the advice in awed silence, Elliot nodded. If anyone needed suggestions in constructing believable lies, it was this brunet—someone incapable of passing off any tall tale without having a questionable eyebrow raised his way. “Now that you mention it, he is pretty busy most of the time. At least that’ll make things easier, to let the matter slip away. That’s really helpful actually.” He hadn’t expected such useful words, from someone who told him to explain his injuries on running into a rope and strangling himself. “Thank you for all your advice! I have to say, you seem have a lot of experience in this.”

" My dear, you have to understand, when it comes to what I have to do, I have to be good at some things. I was taught that guises are useful if you're not good at it. While I prefer not to lie, if I have to, I will, and what better way to lie when you're giving an explanation with a smile on your face, " False responded rather cheekily, hopping onto the nearest rail and balancing himself on it, " If it's for the good of others, you have to do it. Lying isn't condoned but lying can save you, " Smile faded temporarily, as dark irises drifted to look at the scenery around him, arms throwing themselves outward, " It's childish to say lying isn't a useful skill, and in a situation where telling the truth may kill you, what's better? To protect those you care for, what will you do? What are you capable of? You're a dashing boy, I'm sure you know what I mean. " Trailing off, the mirage skipped slightly along the rail, dropping delicately back onto the concrete, " By the way, do you have a name? Seems I forgot to ask for one. "

[azurerepas]

“You might consider yourself fake, but you probably feel more alive than I do.” He noted, tone habitually flat. It was impossible to tell that internally, he was shaking in anticipation and need, the additional physical contact only making his craving spike into barely containable levels. Sighing, the parasite gently placed his hands on top of the stranger’s. “Anything would satisfy me, really, even unstable emotions. But, since you gave me permission…” Gloved appendages curled to have a tighter hold around the other’s hands as shimmering tendrils rolled off their body, sluggishly seeping into Julian’s body. He was already beginning to feel the effects settle in, the empty shell slowly gaining a pool of soothing energy. It took all his willpower not to push his boundaries and drain his fill, but he dropped his hands and the flow of vitality ceased. Eyeing the other with a slight crinkle of concern in his face, he mumbled, “Thank you for your charity.”

" I highly doubt that, after all, I'm supposed to be fake. I'm a creature created by a young woman, and quite honestly, you feel far more alive than I do. I can sense it after all, " False replied, smile gracing his features as he spoke, not a reflection of how he felt about what he said, but a way of keeping this person out of his so called personal business. When it came down to it, while the mirage enjoyed having company, anything too close was unacceptable. A doll had no place having friends, especially one that had it's face grafted onto it as though it were some sort of surgical procedure, " Still, I'm sure if you take it it'll be fine. After all, death and I do not see eye to eye and probably never will for a long time... " His voice trailed off at that point, watching closely as his hands were touched. Touch was something he couldn't comprehend, no matter who or what it was. Especially when it was someone he had yet to come to know, especially when it was someone who was responding to a touch he had made. Usually, he'd resort to pulling away, but he couldn't it. It was though he was in a trance, pupils dilating slightly as he watched intently. He could see the energy come off him, in waves that left him feeling as though the ground was falling out from underneath him. His vision grew hazy for a few short moments before he actually heard the other's voice, moving away with staggering steps as he struggled to keep his footing. To feel so weak was unbearable, a situation he knew would dissipate as soon as he got in the gallery--a situation he would have thought through if he had actually given himself the chance to think. Still, he didn't say much, fingers slipping themselves through lavender locks as he attempted to remain composed, ignoring how badly he was shaking. After all, it was a sign of weakness and False himself wasn't too fond of weakness as a whole, " Well..., " He muttered, expressing how out of breath he was unintentionally, " I hope I was able to help... "  

[azurerepas]

Headcanon: [ 4 ]

He's not the best fighter in the world, but at least he's not terrified of anything. After being trapped many years within the confines of the Gallery, there is very little that scares False, if anything does. He can remain petrified at emotions, but when it comes to threats or confrontations, he's very commandeering. He's capable of a few things, such as quick jabs, punches and kicks, but there's not much else to it. If he's close enough to the portal, he can tap into the abilities given to him within the Gallery, such as the creation of stone vines, but not much else. He's also very quick and agile, and thanks to what he is, he can't feel pain. He also cannot be killed. The only way to destroy False is to destroy the being he's connected to, Garry. 

[azurerepas]

Headcanon: [ 3 ]

It's not that he hates Garry, it's that he's jealous, it's that he's filled with absolute envy over the other's freedom. He can't stray far from the Gallery without losing power and feeling delirious, and his original doesn't have to put up with that. He's allowed to do whatever it is that he wants and False can't stand it. However, if Garry were ever to be caught within the Fabricated World again, False would do what he could to get him out. Purely because he doesn't want anyone to go through what he has, and while he's made good friends within the paintings that decorate the confines of the Fabricated Gallery, he'd rather not anyone else join him. Especially not someone who did everything possible to get out. Not someone who truly has the ability to escape. 

[azurerepas]

Headcanon: [ 2 ]

False doesn't like to admit it, because he's supposed to be the representation of ' fake ', but he's a very dedicated person. He blames this on his relation to Garry, the original. Upon swearing he'll help someone, even if he doesn't say it, he'll do everything he can for them. Even at the cost of his own well being. He dislikes bad endings, and dislikes the concept of someone losing to something that isn't inevitable. He'd rather have someone whole heartedly content rather than suffering, but it's this fact that bothers him. Tears break him apart all the more. 

[azurerepas]

Headcanon: [ 1 ]

False likes scaring people. Upon realizing he could use frames to transport himself to any other gallery or through any other empty frames that may be lying around, he's made it a hobby to frighten at least one person a day. It's a habit he isn't too proud to have acquired, but it makes living bearable, and it's something he offers his truest smile to.

[azurerepas]

      私は怖がっています

Ｉ＇ｍ  ｔｅｒｒｉｆｉｅｄ

                                          失うのへ 

                                    ｏｆ  ｌｏｓｉｎｇ

                                        私はなしでは生きていけないものを                      

                         ｗｈａｔ   Ｉ   ｃａｎ＇ｔ  ｌｉｖｅ   ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ

[azurerepas]

"Oh, then well we’ve got nothing to worry about!" A few suspicious squints at the purple head (was the kid’s hair purple? or was it blue?) and Walt entertained some thoughts that maybe this wasn’t the hairdo he was looking for? Just maybe. You can’t trust anyone when it comes to hair, you see, gotta guard it or you’ll go to sleep one night and wake up bald the next. “Why, because—” uh “—OH YOU”RE LOOKING FOR A friend what friend can I help you?” Sneakily squeezes out of the question.

It was purple, leave his hair alone, it's rather fashionable. That's probably something that connected False to the original. The fact that he was about as protective over his hair as Garry himself was. More so, that was the quickest way to ruin False's mood. Bring up something negative about his hair and the mirage was bound to get rather irritated in a split second, " You're not very smooth, are you, /dear/, " The dark eyed male commented haughtily, placing his hands on his hips as the other dodged the questions asked, " If you really must know I'm searching for someone who has stolen a painting as of recently, this painting is a good friend of mine, " False stated clearly, unaware of how strange that sounded.

[azurerepas]

"B-but darling, even a bird is a living thing. When I think of it—alone in the midst of peacocks— so confused— poor baby…” 

" Just a bird, friend. That's all it is...trust me, eventually you learn and you understand things--, " The mirage shrugged it off, fluttering his eyelashes without realizing it.

[letterwizard-deactivated2014060]

"Poor baby bird!! To be owned—by someone who doesn’t appreciate you!! Poor poor baby—" Sniffles.

[azurerepas]

" Just a bird, dear. Relax, " Pops out of the nearest frame.

[iblein]

The chill of winter had come early, along with the gray-clouds that accompanied snow. As the specs of white began to fall down, she gazed up and felt the weight of the world on her shoulders grow even heavier. Rivers of warmth and salt streamed down her face and were absorbed in the red muffler she wore. "Why?" she whispered, not understanding her own tears in the middle of this bustling street. 

[azurerepas]

False didn't think he'd find an empty frame, not today. It was broken and tossed to the side, but still fit to hold the portal he needed to get to the outside world. He had heard from the others, how the people were coming into the gallery, covered in white, and he wanted to see it for himself. It was true, and it was almost magical to the mirage. Dark irises met to the clouded sky, eyeing it silently, a small smile gracing his lips before bringing the cigarette he managed to acquire to his lips, taking in some of the fumes before exhaling. It wasn't much, but it was more than everything for the fake. It was just enough for him to relish every breath he was given of fresh air. That's when he heard a faint sobbing, the sound alone leaving a mark in the glass bones that made up his figure. Deciding to search, False dragged himself a short distance, as much as was allowed, considering how damaged the portal he used was. Thankfully, he didn't have to look far, tobacco stick falling out of his mouth upon encountering the source. The heart he believed he had stopped, and he stood there, staring, wide eyed and wondering. The instinct to protect came over, one he rarely had, one he didn't even damn ask for but was cursed with. What could he do, frozen there, unable to move? Hoping only that she'd turn around, hoping only that she'd cease her crying.

[azurerepas]

Letting out a tiny squeak, he nearly leapt aside in shock at the vaguely familiar stranger appearing from, seemingly, nowhere. He was tempted to demand an explanation, but decided that stranger things have happened and Elliot was the perfect, breathing example of that. Rubbing at his bruised neck, he mumbled, “That doesn’t sound like a very convincing excuse. Though I guess I’ve done stupider things, so he might believe it?”

" Well, it's not about being convincing or stupid. It's about catching someone at a busy time so that they don't even have time to ask. Remember, the busier a person is, the less they notice things and the easier it is to pull off a lie even if you're not good at doing it. Trust me, it works all the time and it gets what you need done so long as you don't get caught, " The mirage advised, after all, he was a fake. Being fake was the best thing he had--and though he wasn't being fake this very moment, he could whenever he wanted.