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keepcalmanddontgetmad) wrote2012-07-14 01:56 pm
keepcalmanddontgetmad) wrote2012-07-14 01:56 pm
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[Bruce had been in a hurry. Being chased by the United States military would do that to you, you see. The sudden change of scenery, however, had been enough to prompt an abrupt stop. I mean, one second you're charging through some lady's underwear and the next you're standing in the middle of a cell? That's a little disconcerting. Bruce is almost absolutely positive he hadn't changed. He wasn't missing any time. Nothing had happened to provoke it.
So....what happened?
He dropped his pack on the bed and set about giving the room a good once over. The sounds of the pursuing soldiers had died, so he figured he had the time. The journal is the last thing he picks up and he thumbs through it, getting a feel for how it works. Reading entries, listening to them. The mechanics of the book are astounding. After a moment or two more, he decides to give it a try himself. The audio cuts in and out briefly as he experiments and then finally:]
Hello?
So....what happened?
He dropped his pack on the bed and set about giving the room a good once over. The sounds of the pursuing soldiers had died, so he figured he had the time. The journal is the last thing he picks up and he thumbs through it, getting a feel for how it works. Reading entries, listening to them. The mechanics of the book are astounding. After a moment or two more, he decides to give it a try himself. The audio cuts in and out briefly as he experiments and then finally:]
Hello?
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Just wait until, like, heads get switched around... It's fantastic.
[There is no doubting that sarcasm. But, in typically bubbly teen fashion, it's new subject the next beat.]
Your name's, like, Bruce, right? One thing to know, if you haven't been told already, is, like, do not try to climb over the walls that border this place, okay? You will die and then this place will, like, bring you back to life. Well... unless you're me.
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Bring you back to life?
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Yeah... Not in a zombie way, but, like, completely whole and stuff. I don't care what kind of super powers you might have back home, but they mean, like, diddly squat here. [Was that a freakishly close example, Bruce?] Like, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be fun for me, either, and I'm dead. Kiiiiinda selfish, but I haven't tried yet, either. But yeah... Do not pass go, do not collect $200. People come back, like, about a day or two later... they usually have some memory loss for a little bit before stuff comes back like normal.
Not. Cool. So don't try it.
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[Um. That's...that's a lot to take in really.]
I'm sorry. Could we finish this conversation later?
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Oh, geeze, I like totally loaded you down, didn't I?? I'm sorry... Umm... Yeah, that's cool. [it's just a teenaged girls' feelings, man, no big.] Umm... Just ask if you need anything, okay?
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No worries… sorry, I tend to, like, forget that this can be overwhelming to people.
[Seriously. Who feels like an ass? This ghost right here.]