~015 - [VIDEO] - who didn't see this coming?

[intofireforever]

[Just...screaming. Laura's communicator turned on when she dropped it to the ground, and it transmits shrill screaming that sounds more than a little like Laura's gone off the deep end. She witnessed bloody sacrifices, one of whom was her buddy Miss Parker, and she was possessed. Not just a little possessed, like BOB used to do in order to write to her in her diary, but full-on controlled. She feels raped, and that's not an exaggeration--she knows all too well what physical rape feels like, and it's on par with that, to her. Possibly even worse, because of how hard she fought to stay herself...even letting herself be killed rather than taken as a host.

She's collapsed to her knees on the deck and has her hands tangled in her hair. There are no words...only shrieks.]

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Because... I don't fucking know, Laura, but if he does, he ain't gonna have any powers like that, is he? He'd be a fucking inmate through and through.

[He grimaced a little,]

Look... I can try and see if anyone has got some fancy ass keeping-folks-out-your-brain skills. I won't say anything about what it is, or owt, but I can try. There's gotta be something. We can keep him out. And if not... if not, and I find out or something, do you want me to shoot you? I can... [He paused. He thought he could.] Just... just as security.

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[intofireforever]

I don't want anyone to know. People know I'm fucked up, they don't need to know exactly how much!

[But she nodded at his second suggestion.]

I'd rather die. If I can't get myself killed next time, I want you to do it for me...and don't bring me back until whatever it is disappears!

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

I won't fucking tell them that's why. I'll... fuck, I'll say it's for me. I'll make some shit up, I don't give a fuck.

[He nods,]

Alright. I won't let you suffer.

[There's a long pause,] I need you to write that down for me later, so... we'll sort it later.

It'll be alright, Laura, I promise. I'm so sorry it happened to you. I'd have fucking swapped with you if I could.

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[intofireforever]

I know you tried. [And she's more grateful for that than she could possibly convey.]

I'll write whatever you need.

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

[Paddy nodded,] Sorry it wasn't good enough, love. Really fucking sorry.

Let's... Laura, what do you want to do?

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[intofireforever]

I want to do coke, that's what!

[It keeps BOB out, after all...and the other effects aren't so bad, either.]

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

[there's a very, very long pause. He's actually considering it.]

Laura, I can't, not right now. But...

I've gotta tell you a secret.

[He's been debating this for ages.]

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[intofireforever]

What? Do you know something about all this you're not telling me?!

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

[He shook his head,]

No. No, I don't.

But I've got something which might help you. That I... probably really shouldn't have. And there's strict, strict conditions to it, as I don't have much.

I wasn't sure whether to tell you or not. But now... yeah, I probably should.

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[intofireforever]

[Her mouth drops open in surprise.]

You've got cocaine.

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Very, very little. It's for emergencies. Not for fucking fun, y'know. Not... to feed an addiction. For fucking emergencies. You've gotta come to me to get it, you're not knowing where I keep it, and once it's gone... it's gone. I ain't asking the Admiral for any. That's not how I do.

[Pause.]

And I ain't using it against you. It isn't something to be traded or exchanged. Fucking emergencies.

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[intofireforever]

[She bites her lip and nods.] If he shows up, though...I might not know until it's too late, and then I won't be able to say anything.

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

[He winces, because he knows she's right, but also knows what he can, and can't, do.]

You might not, no. But you might. If you do, come to me. If... look, I really don't think he's gonna show. If he does, and it's too late, we've got other options, but...

There's gotta be some signs at least now and then, hasn't there?

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[intofireforever]

[She pauses and thinks about it for a moment.] Ceiling fans suddenly turning on. The smell of scorched engine oil.

[The she remembers the incident in her father's car, and realizes there's one more bit of helpful information.]

For the last one...you might notice it coming from me, if he's already inside. It's not constant; only if he's angry, or ready to do...well, what he does.

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

[He paused, bizarrely trying to pinpoint where there was ceiling fans on the Barge.]

...those two... alright, I can keep an eye out for those two.

It'll be alright, Laura, honest. It will.

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[intofireforever]

I wish I could believe that.

[And she just buries her face in Paddy's shoulder and cries again, but more softly this time.]

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

[He just holds her tightly, and doesn't quite know what to say.]

Well. Sometimes, you've gotta believe it, against all fucking odds. Sometimes.