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Post by lilylaughs007 on May 22, 2011 22:27:27 GMT -5
Lily sat and dreamt, bad things, old things, things long buried. It looked something like this:
I can't see. I am in a dark room and I have no idea how I came to be here. "Why, you walked in yesterday, of course," says the man sitting in the other corner that I can't see because it is so very dark. I don't realize I'd spoken out loud. "No I didn't." I reply. "I remember going to sleep last night. And then dreaming. And then this." "You walked in, plain as day. I thought you'd come to let me out, but no. You came to lock yourself up." the man tells me. "Did I? That's rather odd...why don't I remember?" I hear myself saying. "Does it matter? You're here now. Enjoy the dark while you can, my darling. Enjoy you're blissful ignorance until you can't. God knows I did," he replies. And the darkness is swallowing me up, a gaping maw without teeth or tongue or end, the gates of nothingness swinging open and slamming violently shut behind me.
Lily woke up with her mouth wide open, screaming hoarsely. The dream was already retreating into her subconcious, though, and the details were getting foggy. I'm already losing it, I guess. Oh right, that already happened, she thought blithely to herself. Dreams didn't scare her. And then she blacked out again.
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Post by lilylaughs007 on May 22, 2011 22:37:52 GMT -5
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And then Cackletalk woke up.
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Post by lilylaughs007 on May 26, 2011 22:32:24 GMT -5
She still hasn't noticed I'm here. Moron. Then again, I suppose it's kind of hard to imagine a nickname turning into a separate personality. Still, with all these holes in her memory, you'd think she'd wake up and smell the Cackle...she thought to herself.
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Post by lilylaughs007 on Oct 16, 2011 10:37:11 GMT -5
These exasperated thoughts made Cackletalk feel so superior to everyone. Really, it was like the gene pool had gone bad or something, cuz the whole world felt like it was getting stupider and stupider every day. This kind of thinking tended to elicit violence from her twisted mind, and today was no exception. When was the last time I saw the bird man? Hmm...it's been too long, I think. And this time I'm bringing a freaking gas mask, she thought angrily to herself, remembering the images that were burned into her and Lily's minds after Crane had gassed her.
She left her apartment, leaving a note on the door for Lily that read "Gone out for a bit to bother the birdman. Pick up some milk on the way home?"
Though Lily saw this kind of thing often enough, and sometimes with creepier messages, she still had no idea that it was her own hand that wrote them. They angered her immensely, and she thought it was one of her nutso neighbors messing with her head. She ended up burning most of them when she found them.
Cackletalk enjoyed messing with Lily too much. I wonder if I'll ever go too far and be found out? No, she is in complete denial of my existence. Stupid of her, really.
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Oct 22, 2011 15:35:48 GMT -5
(Nice! Does she actually go and bother Dr. Sparrow?)
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Post by Paroxysm on Oct 23, 2011 0:02:21 GMT -5
(She better!)
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Post by lilylaughs007 on Oct 25, 2011 22:25:10 GMT -5
(yes! i cannot waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait.)
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Post by lilylaughs007 on Apr 9, 2012 22:06:20 GMT -5
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``` God, people are so WRONG. All of them. Scarlett, those two whiny hostages, Paroxysm, myself included. I give up on people. I will be a hermit if I have to, to avoid all the stupidity in the world, Lily thought angrily to herself as she stormed into the apartment, chucking the gun she'd taken at the hostage situation on the couch and then flopping down beside it. She glared at the door, having forgotten to lock it on the way in.
I can't keep doing this. These people will drive me insane.
Then she got up and locked the door.
I have enough food to last me, eh, for two weeks. I'll make a massive shopping trip then, and then never come out of my house ever again. I can live on ramen, right?
She leaned on the door for support, suddenly exhausted. Perspective was not really Lily's thing, but even so, the memories all clamored for attention at once. No, no, no, I'll be ok. None of it happened, none of it, I'm in Gotham now, I'll be just fine all by myself forever in the here and NOW....God, the hands were the worst part, NO, no, it didn't happen...
But it had. And she knew that now they were out, now that the past was fresh in her mind again, the memories would not just stay in her dreams, making her wake up screaming in a cold sweat. She chuckled, The neighbors kept asking what the screams were. I suppose it was a form of truth telling them that great acts of violence and perversion were being performed right next door. Except they're in my head, and her grin widened to crazed proportions. At this point, she had curled up next to the door and was barely concious.
And why, why oh why is it that I feel as if I deserve this? And then more memories came back, of Alex and the tension between them, of her job back then. Suddenly, some popped up that she didn't recognize as hers. The actions were there, but they certainly weren't familiar. Her body had done them...but on who's command?
I never...me and Alex...we never had...WHAT? And then she thought she heard the strangest noise, someone heaving a great sigh. But she was alone.
So you finally figured it out, then, Cackletalk observed curiously. Took you long enough.
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Apr 12, 2012 21:46:26 GMT -5
I like it. So, would this be right after the stuff with Scarlett and us and trying to catch Paroxysm?
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Post by lilylaughs007 on Aug 29, 2012 17:50:20 GMT -5
yes. i'm thinking that her sort of feelings for scarlett are reminding her of what happened last time she had feelings for someone.
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