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Post by Chase on Jan 30, 2010 18:07:33 GMT -5
"They didn't," he replied, a little surprised at the question. It was such a foreign concept to him - chatting with the folks. Did people actually do that after they'd grown up, anyway? From what he'd heard, it wasn't like Alonna did. "Haven't told them. I haven't talked to them since I was old enough-" to get the hell out "-to get my own place."
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Post by Alonna Swanson on Jan 30, 2010 18:15:52 GMT -5
“Oh…”
"I’m sorry" would sound stupid. Overused. Insincere.
“Guess we’ve got a lot in common then, huh? I mean… my mom wasn’t religious. She was more like…" Alonna searched for a term that wouldn't sound incredibly melodramatic, failed, and settled for "power hungry. I mean, she just saw me as her little ticket to more money, more exposure, more incredibly shallow social gatherings. I don’t think I went a day of my teenage years without hearing her tell me that fame is everything. ‘As long as you stay in the public eye, Alonna, you can’t go wrong.’ Right, like all those other teen stars are doing so well in the public eye.”
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Post by Chase on Jan 30, 2010 18:28:23 GMT -5
“Seriously." He didn't know how it hit him, or why, but suddenly he was leaning forward, fuming, tense, feeling ready to snap and all of his outrage was pouring out through his lips.
"What is with parents - if you could even call them parents - having all these stupid plans and ideas about how you should live your life? I mean, it’s your life. Not theirs. They had their chance. But still, all the time, every freaking day they'd just be hovering over me with their rules and their ideals and their pathetic scripture going ‘Christian, don’t-‘” He froze, cringing as the sound of his own words hit his brain. He’d said that name. Willingly. That name he’d done everything he possibly could to be rid of.
And more than that, he'd snapped. Somehow, some combination of this conversation, this cover story, and those damned stupid kids had thrown him completely.
"Damn it."
He shoved his hands through his hair, pushed himself to his feet, and just barely resisted the thrumming urge to find the nearest body - in this case the wide-eyed girl the Cult treasured so dearly - and kick it until it was a still and bloody pulp. He opened his mouth, to snap at her, to spit out some explanation, and then decided he just didn't care at the moment. The knife in his boot was itching for some blood. He needed to spill some blood, to cleanse himself after he'd uttered that cursed name.
Shaking his head, assignment momentarily forgotten, he spun away and stalked away from the girl.
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Post by Alonna Swanson on Jan 30, 2010 18:46:41 GMT -5
She stared as he froze, stared as he cursed and stood, looking angry enough that she suddenly found herself more than a little scared. She stared as he looked down at her wordlessly, and as he turned away. It was only then that she mustered up the courage to call out a soft, questioning "Chase?" She didn't know if he heard her. At the moment, she wasn't sure that she wanted him to. She stared after him from her place on the jacket he'd leant her, beside their picnic, where she'd just shared her deepest secret with him and laughed about it afterward. What had just happened? He'd frozen after saying "Christian..." but in the context it was almost like he'd been saying a name. His own name? But then... Brows creased, lips pursed on the verge of any number of unspoken question, she sat alone in the park, staring. --------- Continued in The Devil's Advocate
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