What's Left of Me

Noah. 19. I survived when I shouldn't have. - Character Challenge -

[colm-faulkner]

So...

Who wants to play a game of “search for booze with Colm"?

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Dear fucking Christ please pick me. I am going to blow my brains out with boredom otherwise.

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I should spread a rumor that the rest of the Beatles members dropped dead...

[aranea-makara]

[She’s not arguing. She doesn’t want to argue it. She doubts either would sway the other, and when she speaks, her tone holds a clear note of amusement.]You know some men grow up just fine without penises. Although, I don’t suppose Eunuchs really chose that, did they?

[Nothing suits her fancy anymore. Not when it comes to her family. And if there was any part of her mind she would choose to forget, it would be the part that conjured their memories all too often. The part that thought it was okay to do so.]

I didn’t. [At least, she doesn’t remember having done so.] I’m twenty-four. [Then, teasingly.] Does that matter?

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[He grins] Nope, guess not. But luckily I'm not one of those pour souls.  Intact, esthetic and everything. I'd offer to prove it to you but that would be bordering on too vulgar for your sensitive sensibilities.

Don't matter at all, sugar tits. At least not to me. Just curious. Are you surprised to hear I thought you were younger though?

[mansford-institute]

[Her eyes size to boy, looking up to his face down to his toes. Then she looked down, leaning up and crossing her legs] Really? That’s all you’ve got for me is ‘yo’? [she sort of shrugs, lifting her brows and snapping her neck in a manner that was almost a slash between threatening and straight mocking]

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[He quirks a judging brow] All you had was 'um, hey'. What, you expect a poem or some shit? Barking up the wrong tree, princess. You're lucky I'm saying hello at all.

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Uhm hey.

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[He looks at her, taking in the laziness of her drawl. He contemplates a smartass reply but he has a lack of energy today. He smacks his lips and replies.]

Yo. [It's almost sarcastic but the tone is debatable]

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I should spread a rumor that the rest of the Beatles members dropped dead...

[aranea-makara]

I don’t know, man. One of them is an international problem, the other is a boy with his balls cut off. [She’s joking, really. But she makes the faces to go with the words all the same.]

Well, trust me. Those aren’t details I’m going to bore you with. So, I think, all in all, we’re pretty good on that front.

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International problem my ass. I'm sorry but I chose mutilation as the bigger problem over penis envy.

[His mouth opens and he finds himself words away from telling her that she could talk if he wanted, and he'd listen. Because she's decent company, which is a shock—but they're words that don't really belong in his mouth so he refrains. He shrugs] Whatever suits your fancy, sweetheart.

[He licks his lips] How old did you say you were?

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I should spread a rumor that the rest of the Beattles members dropped dead...

[liara-pond]

Women live longer than men. Especially when they’ve got a tendency for intravenous drug usage and alcohol consumption. Adds at least ten years to the life-span, I’ve heard.

Cigarettes too. Can’t forget those. I’d say you’re in trouble, man.

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So that you then? Needle junkie? Gotta say, I'm surprised. That's hard core, Blondie.

Cigarette's on the other hand I'm familiar with. Been smoking since I was about fifteen. Yay teenage issues.

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I should spread a rumor that the rest of the Beatles members dropped dead...

[aranea-makara]

Oh. That harsh, huh? [She tilts her head, scrunching her face in mock thought.]That’s a bit sad. Although I’m not sure which is sadder: the fact that it’s socially castrating, or the castrated boy.

Not quite. I’m here to help cope with… a trauma. I think that’s the easiest way to put it. Although, I’m not peachy keen to talk about it. So you’ll have to forgive me because that’s as much as I want to say about it.

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Hmm, let me think—whiny over-sensitive feminism, orrr boy with his genitals sawed off—think door number two is the clear winner.

You kidding? It's a fucking blessing. People are always so damn chatty about their bullshit and I don't like to talk about my own so it's a good little system, as far as I'm concerned.

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I should spread a rumor that the rest of the Beattles members dropped dead...

[liara-pond]

Not if I get there first. See who wins.

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You're older. You'll win because you'll die first. Unless I kill myself, but suicide is for emos.

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Sometimes I wonder whose more miserable...

[miranda-rykes]

That’s the first thing you think of then? [A laugh.]

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That a problem?

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I should spread a rumor that the rest of the Beattles members dropped dead...

[liara-pond]

Look dude, there are no good seats. Standing room only. Like, I mean, whoever the interior decorator was really did a shit job.

But y’know… it’s hell so…

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Uncomfortable and undecorated—sounds like I'll fit right in then. I'll send you a postcard.

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I should spread a rumor that the rest of the Beatles members dropped dead...

[aranea-makara]

[It’s her experience that humor goes further than pressing. Especially with people that she’s just met. It’s not as if, however, she doesn’t catch the way his sentence ruptures. No, she catches that. She simply leaves it be. Perhaps some day she’ll bring it up again. Mention that pause that he’d tried to cover. For now, her grin only softens.]Learning from the experience, I see.

That’s probably the best course of action, all things considered. As satisfying as I imagine punching people is, observation tends to go further in the long run. [In more than one way, though she has to wonder if that is simply her own disposition. Or maybe it’s just habit to sit back and watch people as they lived — watch until she could mimic their movements and their words without thinking.] It’s still cruel, though. I would have punched him for you if I’d been there.

It’s not like I did it on purpose, god. I was just overwhelmed by the sheer wonder of everything else in the world. [Because she’d been just as wide-eyed as a child. Possibly even more so, drinking in what she didn’t know how to keep herself from absorbing.]

I wasn’t trying to be distant. I just wasn’t trying to be a part of my father’s life either. I took care of my sister and that was really all that mattered. I had school and other various areas of my life to keep up with. It was what it was

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Yeah, no, see, a girl punching a bully for a guy is the worst thing she can do. It's literally like socially castrating him.

[He nods, feeling like he's missing a lot of what she's getting at, deliberate holes in the story that are making his mind, already weakened with the haze of insomnia and detachment, float.]

So, what, you're in here for social isolation? Seems extreme.

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Sometimes I wonder whose more miserable...

[miranda-rykes]

[She laughs slightly.] 

It’s okay. Like I said. Talkin’ to you for the honesty, eh?

 [She hesitates. She has nothing to prove to him. She owes him nothing. But care bear? She would actually prefer Princess to that.]

I did knock someone out with a bedpost, though. So maybe a stuffed rabbit, at least. 

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A bedpost? Kinky.

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I’mma do the things that I wanna do I ain’t got a thing to prove to you

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Sometimes I wonder whose more miserable...

[miranda-rykes]

I guess I’m talking to you because you say whatever I don’t expect. And you’re honest. Brutally so.

 [There have been precious few honest people in Miranda’s life, and despite Noah being so loud, despite his having such a personality to fill a room, she didn’t mind his company.]

I only got nervous for a moment, don’t judge me for that forever.

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[He gives her a skeptical glance] Sweetheart, you're whole presence is about as hard edged as a care bear. I'm not judging you, just calling it like I see it.

[saoirsesronan]

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I should spread a rumor that the rest of the Beatles members dropped dead...

[aranea-makara]

Who the hell did you know that put mayo on your cinnamon buns? [She’s actually laughing at that. It’s perhaps slightly rude, but the sound bubbles up before she can really stop it and it sticks.] That’s actually cruel.

I hate to break it to you, but that’s not something I didn’t already know. [Though she says it with amusement.] Besides, pigeons aren’t puzzling. They’re just dumb and they steal your french fries when you accidentally drop them. Which, I don’t know if you’ve ever had that happen to you, but it’s unpleasant when you’re seven and looking forward to enjoying said fry.

He deserved a hard one. It was my fault because of where we lived. It was just one of those neighborhoods where everyone knows their neighbor’s third cousin removed. So if you don’t fit the mold, then everyone knows it. My family wasn’t really the closest. Everyone loved my father, but me? Not so much. I was ‘distant’ and ‘moody.’ They teased her because they thought she would be like me.

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[She's got a nice laugh, and the more she talks, the more curses that slip out pretty lips, the more he realizes she reminds him a bit of Kaitlyn. Which edging on sick considering he's admittedly attracted to her... but the similarities were more about her spark and the way she surprised you with her quips and wit because her face made someone anticipate something else.

He laughs too, and it's weird, because his chest aches at the thought of her, but his present is distracting enough to deter from it, apparently.]

It was cruel, fuck, thank you. It was some prick who thought he was being funny. Friend of my brother's. Used to pick on me an—uh, he used to pick on me as a kid. Thought he was really funny to. Asshole. But hey, can't complain because he's where I learned most of my tricks.

[He smirks] Aw, poor iddy biddy baby Elowen. [His voice goes back to normal] I'll hand you the dumb thing, but I'd steal french fries too if someone was dumb enough to drop them or leave them unattended.

[Noah scoffs, rolling his eyes.] Kids are fucking stupid. I was moody and distant in high school too. Still am. But I guess it was a big enough place that no one fucking noticed one way or another. Which is fine because it's what I wanted. 

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