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[Busy section of downtown Toronto, mid-morning. There's a teenager walking west on Bloor, shoulders hunched against the cold although a new jacket is settled around him. He stops in front of the Manulife Center and takes a seat on the low wall there, drumming his heels against the brick restlessly. Obviously, something is bothering him.
A young couple passes, a baby strapped into a pack across the woman's back all bundled up in snowsuit, scarf, hat, and mitts. The teenager grins at the baby, but all the baby's attention is on the man walking behind it, and soon the boy's attention is on the man too. Grey hair, hooked nose, staring back at the baby, must like kids or some...
The boy half-stands as the baby's face slackens and the man's face changes, and all of a sudden there's death in broad daylight and no one notices except him. And then the man turns his head towards the boy and smiles.
The boy runs, tears of panic and shame already drying on his cheeks.]
They'll think the baby's asleep. They'll laugh about the way babies sleep through
anything. Then they'll get home and they'll take it out and it won't be sleeping. Their baby
will be dead and they won't know when or how or why it happened.
But I know.
And he knows I know.
Oh Jesus, I'm sorry, I couldn't do anything, I'm sorry. I dont want to die.
[ooc: As far as Tony knows, this is really happening, not just a memory replay, so he's wandering through the streets and hiding until sunset, trying to avoid an Egyptian God and not think about the parents carting their dead baby around on their backs for the rest of the day. Words not under lj-cut taken directly from Tanya Huff's Blood Lines.]
A young couple passes, a baby strapped into a pack across the woman's back all bundled up in snowsuit, scarf, hat, and mitts. The teenager grins at the baby, but all the baby's attention is on the man walking behind it, and soon the boy's attention is on the man too. Grey hair, hooked nose, staring back at the baby, must like kids or some...
The boy half-stands as the baby's face slackens and the man's face changes, and all of a sudden there's death in broad daylight and no one notices except him. And then the man turns his head towards the boy and smiles.
The boy runs, tears of panic and shame already drying on his cheeks.]
They'll think the baby's asleep. They'll laugh about the way babies sleep through
anything. Then they'll get home and they'll take it out and it won't be sleeping. Their baby
will be dead and they won't know when or how or why it happened.
But I know.
And he knows I know.
Oh Jesus, I'm sorry, I couldn't do anything, I'm sorry. I dont want to die.
[ooc: As far as Tony knows, this is really happening, not just a memory replay, so he's wandering through the streets and hiding until sunset, trying to avoid an Egyptian God and not think about the parents carting their dead baby around on their backs for the rest of the day. Words not under lj-cut taken directly from Tanya Huff's Blood Lines.]