~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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[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.