oh, she just wanted to be someone
find a reason to carry on - she swears today she'll find
a way to stay alive
original character affiliated with isola
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✖ ———— With the roll of her eyes, she looks to the bystander attracted to the scene by the cries of her blubbering victim. What a baby. He only has a stiletto punctured through his hand and the other heel grinding into his back. “Can I help you, surfacer? Or have you just come to gawk?”
“Goodness.”
With the way she says that- it sounds almost as though Leia is repulsed at the sight. You would think she’d run away, but Leia approaches the woman - and the man who happened to be on the unfortunate end of... whatever was happening here, and crouches down, looking at the man with a curious look.
“Looks like he might’ve messed with the wrong girl, huh? What happened here?”
She makes it very clear that she has no interest in helping the man. At all.
now that subversion’s re-run is over, i’m making a proper starter call for leia! i’ll still be doing threads from the event, but they might take a little bit of a backseat to regular threads so if you’d like to thread with leia if we threaded for the event, don’t be afraid to like this, too!
The only person who knew Leia better than anyone else was none other than herself.
There was too much on the young woman’s mind. Where in the world was she, exactly? There was a clone of her running around, infected with…some kind of virus, that will make her more prone to attacking the longer it goes on? If her clone dies- then she dies, too? God, she didn’t know how to process anything.
For the past week now, it seemed that all Leia could do was search around the city frantically, trying her hardest to track down the woman who shared her same face.
Her clone, for all she knew, had the same mannerisms and the same thought process she had. Right? The only thing that’s different is how they grew up. At least, that’s what she thinks. She actually doesn’t know, and part of her doesn’t exactly care to find out. There was only one thing that Leia was focused on.
Find her.
Before anybody else can.
Before whatever virus is inside of her causes her to snap and she ends up attacking, only to end up dead, herself.
Because if there’s one thing that Leia knows about herself than anything else- it’s that she wants to live. She’s sure that her clone wants nothing more than the same, too. She doesn’t know the life that her clone lived - or what she believes she lived, but it didn’t matter to her. All she knows is, if her clone bumps into the wrong person, then she will turn up dead.
She has to make sure that she doesn’t.
… .. … …
When she spots her, it almost feels as though she’s hallucinating. Leia wanders, her steps quick as she walks with her eyes practically peeled wide open. She sees a woman in the far distance, her long black hair tied up in two pigtails - frantically running past everyone and begging them to leave her alone. She hears the fear in her voice, even from a distance - but it’s not just her frantic and panicked voice that catches her attention.
It’s the fact that it’s her voice that lets her know she’s finally found her.
Leia doesn’t have any time to waste.
She’s quick in her steps. She rushes towards the sight of her clone, pushing away people hard to get them out of her way. She mumbles quick apologies, not really caring if they couldn’t hear her or not - and she chases the woman down, the sound of her heels clacking behind her.
It seems that the heels are enough to capture the attention of her clone, as she begins to run faster at the sound of it.
Ugh- curse her for being so afraid.
That had to be the one trait that they had to share, right?
“Leave me alone!” the clone shouts, as she reaches down below her and grabs a rock that she just happens to run by. She chucks it behind her, directly at Leia- and it’s no surprise that Leia can see it coming from a mile away.
With a groan, Leia holds out her hand, allowing for a crystal to form in her hand. She expects a small blade to be created - big enough to throw towards her clone with intent to stop her clone - but a small ball, made of fucking pink salt is created instead. She scowls she the sight of it, but she doesn’t have the time to question it now. As hard as she can, Leia chucks it towards the back of her clone’s head as hard as she can, and to her surprise - she doesn’t see it coming.
Her clone panics- letting out a visceral cry at the impact. However, she keeps running, begging for Leia to stop and to leave her alone.
But she doesn’t.
The faster she runs, the more angry Leia gets. She creates small crystal balls one after the other, throwing them with more and more force at the back of her clone’s head.
“Stop running!” Leia shouts.
At the very least- her clone starts to slow down. She’s still fast, and she’s still able to outspeed her just a little bit - but at the very least, Leia can now catch up to her enough to the point where if she reaches her hand out, she can grab her clone by one of her pigtails and pulls her back.
So that’s exactly what she does.
Leia grabs her clone by the back of her hair, pulling her back to move closer to her. She hears her cry out in pain as she’s pulled back, and something in the pits of her stomach stirs, not sitting right with her. But she’s searched this long, and this hard for her - she can’t stop here. Not now.
She notices her clone finally avert her gaze, so she can look over her shoulder just enough to see her.
Her eyes widened.
“...Why– Why do you look like me?” The clone asks, and Leia tightens her grip against her hair.
“Shut up.” Leia says, holding her clone in place as best she can. She feels her struggle, but she doesn’t care. “You’re lucky that of all the people who caught up to you- it was me. Anyone else, you could have died. Is that what you wanted?”
The clone’s eyes falter for a bit - but soon, she nods.
“...No.”
“Then let me do this. If you had died, then I would have, too.”
The clone doesn’t say anything for a moment. Let her– let her do what? Her heart pounds against her chest, and frantically, she shakes her head. “Do– Do what-!? What are you talking about? Let me go!”
Her struggling and pleading of letting her go only grows stronger, and Leia only grows more frustrated. She didn’t know exactly what she was supposed to be doing. What this place was - and why she was thrust into something like this upon waking up for the first time in this city.
“I DON’T KNOW!”
Leia finally snaps. A lot quicker than she intended for, and she tightens her grip on the back of her clone’s head. She pushes her clone forward, directly towards the first wall she sees in sight, and slams her head hard against it. Hard enough to cause the woman in her grip to go limp, but not hard enough to kill her.
She drops her clone to the floor, looking over her body for a second. She’s still alive, her breath light - but she’s still alive.
God, her head is pounding.
She pulls her phone out, opening up the right application to seal her clone away. Away into a world where she’ll be safe.
(she hopes.)
She watches, as her clone slowly fades - and the beeping of her phone lets her know that the process is done. For a moment, Leia only stands where the two previously stood. Part of her feels bad– Most of her feels bad, actually-
She feels bad.
…
... ...
Leia allows herself to drop to her knees, staring at her phone in silence. She stares at the message, confirming that the sealing is complete. She grips the phone tightly, her bright, pink eyes staring down at it with a look of…
Of fear.
Confusion.
Exhaustion.
…
“I hope… that at the very least. They’re right. And that you’ll be happy. ...”
No matter how hard she look - no matter how hard she tried, she just could not find her... double. It’s troubling to her - that despite how hard she try, she just can’t seem to do it.
Leia paces back and forth, tapping her fingers gently against her lips. She should be looking, she knows - but her head is littered with anxiety ridden thoughts, and she just can’t seem to get over them. It’s not until she ends up bumping directly into someone that Leia is pulled from her subconscious, and a tiny gasp escapes her lips. She looks towards the stranger, taking in a deep breath through her nose, as she lets out a frustrated sigh and lowers her hands down to her side.
“Apologies.”
“I... just. This whole searching thing. I’ve looked everywhere for where she could be, but no matter where I look, I just can’t find her.” She doesn’t mean to dump all of this on the man- and she’s able to catch on that’s exactly what she’s doing rather quickly.
“Do you have anything thats extremely durable and can be used to knock out a person with one punch? I’m not exactly one to buy accesories so I have little knowledge except those are my only requirements.”
“Oh, yes. Plenty.” Leia was no stranger to making jewelry that not only looked beautiful - but acted as a form of self defense if needed. She walks off to a drawer near by, opening it and pulling out a collection of different types of rings, all made for the purpose of self defense.
Or doing a good number on someone. Whatever worked - it didn’t matter to her. She looks towards the man, a small smile forming on her face.
“Are you looking for your ‘double’ as well…?” Lucretia glances from her phone screen to the other woman.
“The search area is fairly large… it’s going to be a real challenge trying to find one person in that space, don’t you think?”
“...Yes. I am.” Leia groans under her breath. Man, she hates it when she needs to admit to asking for help - but she’s been searching for her double for such a long time with no luck. No matter where she looks, she just can’t seem to find her.
“I have no clue where in the world she could be. I’ve searched everywhere - but I know that...since she’s me, she’s doing what she can to not get hurt.” ugh. Why did she have to be so damn difficult? Leia looks at the other woman, rubbing at her arm in a sheepish manner.
She isn’t sure how long she’s been standing there, lost in deep thought. Her mind runs with questions, and thoughts - she isn’t even aware of her surroundings. At least, not until she feels something tap her shoulder, and Leia instinctively jumps. She turns to look over her shoulder, seeing a boy she had recognized only through passing, and she allows herself to cool down and speak to him in a calm, hopefully kind tone of voice.
“I think you’re good enough.”
“You’re such a beautiful person.”
“I love you. Exactly as you are.”
“You’re perfect to me.”
“Who cares if they don’t like you? I like you.”
“You’re special to me, okay?”
“Don’t say that about yourself.”
“You need to take better care of yourself. Will you do it for me?”
“You’re nicer than you let on.”
“You’re smarter than you realize.”
“You’re sweet.”
“You have a good heart.“
“You are deserving of love.”
“You are worth more than you know.”
“You’re okay. You’re okay.”
“You’re safe with me.”
“I’ll love you until you love yourself.”
“What we have is real.”
“You are important.”
“You are important to me.”
“You matter.”
“Please don’t say that kind of thing about yourself.”
“I care about you.”
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