Oct 04, 2009 10:35
Wh- ... What the hell is this? This place...
None of this makes any sense.
My parents are dead. And I could never haved dreamed up Esther,Radu, Grandmother... I couldn't have made any of them up. Much less all of them. I didn't dream anything that happened either. There's no way. It's just not possible.
This isn't right.
mayfield,
on arrival
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[The voice comes from inside the house, and Verbal glances at a conveniently-placed nearby family photograph, then at Ion. He takes a long drag of his cigarette.]
Guess you're my other kid, huh?
[His voice is dry, deadpan, but his lip curls slightly in a sneer at the word "kid."]
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That would appear to be the case.
[His voice is equally deadpan, a bit of a disdainful look in his eyes and something resembling an angry pout on his own lips.]
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Hey, I'm not planning to go all "Daddy Dearest" on you, if that's what your worried about. Hell, I got bigger things to worry about than babysitting some kid. No offense or anything. So I don't give a shit what you do. We're stuck here for now, so you don't bother me, I don't bother you.
[His voice is almost devoid of inflection, but his eyes are sharp, looking Ion up and down.]
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Sounds good to me. [Because frankly, he's not sure what he'd do if you did do that, Verbal.]
[... However, if they have to be stuck together, then it would probably be more bearable if they're not enemies. He extends his hand for a handshake.]
Ion Fortuna. [He'll just be keeping his titles under wraps, though. Not sure who -if anyone- he can trust here.]
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