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#verse || neon jungle.#mother heroic.#pathological liar.#benign neurotoxin.#404 not found.#faceless soldier.

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"You’re bleeding.”

It’s said in little more than a murmur — a quiet, reproving cluck of the tongue follows. It’s almost as if he hadn’t just clocked this person in the face, expecting them to collapse. Whether they’re unconscious or simply dazed, he doesn’t care — they won’t be getting up any time soon, and that’s what matters.

Forrest follows them down at a leisurely pace, resting his weight on his heels. He traces absent-mindedly the blood at their lips, smears it to their cheek. It glistens for only a moment before crusting under the streetlamp’s buzzing glare. He clucks again, brings the reddened finger to his lips.

"Shouldn’t have tried to talk, you know?"

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Wrong place, wrong time. She regretted even stepping out of her door this morning. You'd think someone who could see traces of the future wouldn't get herself into such a predicament, but that was so far from right. Of all things, she'd never been hit before. So many things had gone wrong in her life, but this?

Her hands scraped against the cement as she struck the ground, stunned by the hit. Her reaction to him was delayed, one shudder that turned into the shakes. Olivia doesn't look up at him, just tries to find it in her not to let her nerves get the best of her. They have, though, and while it might have been better (or worse) to say something, yell, whatever-- she just let the stupor settle into her better judgement.

#forrestjones #hey hi yo it's distortedfabrications/cyniicism and I have been staring at this open since yesterday.#olive || ic.

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"The baby? Well… she’s tiny and pink and has a little bit of red hair. And she’s mine. And she’s beautiful.”

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Olive propped her chin up on a hand, smiling as she listened to Ellis. It seemed a little dream-like, hearing this from him.

"She sounds cuuute. She's lucky to have parents like you and Pen."

#agentmacmurray #olive || ic.

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”oh. he doesn’t talk about his dad much. guess there’s a reason for that. phae is… i guess he’s just trying to figure stuff out on his own or something…

uh. i guess i shouldn’t have told you that. he’d probably be pretty upset. he got upset about us talking in the first place.

but me? torn up? …nah. not really. just um. trying to do the same thing. figuring stuff out… on my own.”

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"I see...

well, you're always welcome. I hope you can figure your... "stuff" out. alone time can be good."

#chaosthxory #phoebe || ic.#verse || neon jungle.

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there’s a small smile that forms on elis’ lips at phoebe’s words. kind of an ego boost, really— but it’s short lived at her next reply.

“i-… is there any reason why? i— shi- shoot. you don’t have to answer but he’s… a bit torn up, if i can even say it like that.”

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"you can ask me. my husband doesn't want me seeing my son, and there's only so much I can do. my son usually weasels around whatever my husband says, but it seems like I've pushed him too far.

--is he? you seem a little torn up yourself. not that you have to answer that, either. not if you don't want to."

#chaosthxory #phoebe || ic.#verse || neon jungle.

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offering the older woman a small, appreciative smile, elis nods.

“well, not to toot my own horn but, yeah. i could probably find you pretty easily. i’ll keep it in mind, though. thanks a lot.”

elis figures she has nothing left to say but something pops up in the back of her mind.

”oh— also, have you um, spoken to phaedrus lately?”

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"I think you'd probably be the only one, quite honestly."

--ah. there it was. she wanted to give elis the same respect she was given. that included not lying to her.

"I haven't spoken to him since he, well-- since I know he began to live with you."

#chaosthxory #verse || neon jungle.

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brows furrowing, elis blinks a few times before shaking her head. it isn’t often that elis is extended such a kind offer and frankly, she doesn’t know how to deal with it.

”i— uh. thanks— but i mean just because you’re my best friend’s mom doesn’t mean you have to do me any favors. …not that i’m not grateful or anything. i just— yeah.”

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she's not surprised that elis said any of this. phoebe lifted her shoulders into a tiny shrug.

"it's not a hassle to me. not that I don't think that you're capable to handle whatever comes at you, but-- I'm sure it wouldn't be difficult for you to find a way to contact me. if you need to, of course."

#chaosthxory #phoebe || ic.#verse || neon jungle.

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elis had never been one for small talk. it was hard for her to come up with stuff to say, but she knew better than to try to blatantly lie to phoebe, of all people.

“yeah— i, uh i’ve been okay. just doing my own thing, i guess. everyone’s been sort of busy with other shi— stuff lately. —-and yourself…?”

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truth be told, phoebe wasn't one for small talk, either, but sometimes it just had to be done. she nodded in understanding, waving a hand as if to ward off the question.

"oh, you know. busy as ever."

a pause, a thought, and then--

"if you ever need anything, elis, you know all you have to do is ask?"

#chaosthxory #phoebe || ic.#verse || neon jungle.

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of course, elisabeth isn’t exactly in a hurry to get home. she’s got a bag full of just chips and candy, fully prepa- red to get extremely wasted. alone. so, it isn’t too much of an inconvenience when someone calls her out.

“…—huh? oh, shit. hey, uh, mrs. jasper.”

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"hey. it's been awhile."

there was a pause. she's noted the bag, and something else-- phoebe couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she was sure elis just seemed a little too alone.

"--how have you been?"

#chaosthxory #phoebe || ic.#verse || neon jungle.

of course she didn't just follow elis or anything. she might have just... caught sight of her on the street and felt the need to see if she was right about who it was.

"--elis?"

#chaosthxory #phoebe || ic.#uvu oops #verse || neon jungle.

agentmacmurray-archive-blog

"— Yeah…"

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"--Don't worry, Ellis. Let's play catch-up. Why don't you tell me about the baby, hmm?"

#agentmacmurray #olive || ic.

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"I was trying to protect you…"

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"I know. I mean... you did, okay? But I was--

I've gotten better at the whole... headaches thing. It isn't so bad anymore. I guess I've gotten stronger, but I still had some trouble... I don't know. It's not your fault. You did what you had to do, and I'm fine, and you have a baby now. Everything is better than it was before, right?"

#agentmacmurray #olive || ic.