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thejusticelounge2013-06-18 05:45 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2013-06-18 05:45 pm
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all that glitters
“So these prints should be ready to be picked up by…looks like Friday. We’ll send them straight to the company, and they’ll let you know which ones they’ll use, just sign this release form.”
Mar’i tucked her hair behind her ear and nodded while leaning over to quickly scan and sign the form. She stood back up straight, towering over the secretary at her desk.
“Well, then,” she said cheerfully, “I’ll see you next week Keisha.” She turned around and started rummaging through her bag for her lipstick as she walked towards the door.
Your fake cheer is nauseating. Why don’t you just drink yourself to death, party girl. Make Ibn proud, if he was even bothering to try and look for you. Which - mmm -he’s probably not doing, is he.
The purse fell off her arm and hit the ground, its contents scattering all over the floor. Mar’i looked down at it, at the little articles, a sharp chill shooting from her knees to her head. The secretary said something, but she couldn’t understand what it was. She reached over to support herself with on the door frame, trying to soothe the influx of emotions that was flowing over her. Sharp fear, then confusion. ’Kyle?’ she thought. ’Was that Kyle?’ Confusion, then anger.
She nearly tore the door off the hinges as she ran out before the secretary could notice she had burnt through her contacts. Normally she would have just ridden down the elevator to the base floor like a good little normal, but this time she flung the staircase down open and flew all the way up to the roof, where she did, in fact, rip this locked door off as she walked outside. The San Francisco wind whipped her hair around wildly as she tried to make out any visible problems around her. After a few seconds, she started to calm down, her rage subsiding into irritation. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket, trying to decide who to call first. Ollie, maybe, since she didn’t exactly have Hal’s number to call him up and ask him if he knew where his boyfriend was. ’That was definitely Kyle’s voice,’ she thought to herself as she began to type out a text, ‘but something sounded…wrong with it.’ She was thankful for the warm ray of sun coming down on her, calming every cell in her bod—
Hey! Better yet - how about I lock you in a tiny dark place where no sunlight’ll reach you? And then eventually you’ll be put out of your misery and die! You’d like that? Being dead? You’re just an inconvenience around here, anyway.
The phone fell and she had to grab the nearest railing to keep from toppling over. Her stomach spun and for a split second she thought she was going to vomit. Her memory was already reaching back to the few times she had burned through her energy in a dark place, that feeling of cold fear, the feeling that there was no one to save her, only herself and that dark place. She fell to the ground, dry-heaving, gripping the pebbled granite that covered the rooftop. Suddenly she was angry again, then scared again, then angrier than ever. Her mind hadn’t felt this uncontrollable since she had been on Okaara, where they had purposely provoked her feelings to break them from the human molds she had attempted to control them under. Her emotions were fluctuating so badly she could barely remember where she was. ’Kyle,’ she thought, ‘that bastard, no, he’s my friend, no why would he say that, why would anyone say that, no you don’t talk to me like that, do you know who I am, no Kyle wouldn’t, yes he would, he did, he did.’
“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” she yelled, standing up, her mind racing between paralyzing fear and uncontrollable rage. ”GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!!”
NO MAR’I
I WILL NOT LEAVE YOU
I LIKE IT HERE, YOU TASTE AND SMELL AND FEEL SO GOOD. WARM AND BRIGHT. YELLOW.
YELLOW. BRIGHT. YOU TASTE LIKE SUNLIGHT. I WILL CONSUME YOU.
I WILL BE HERE INSIDE YOU UNTIL YOU BURN FROM THE INSIDE
are you angry yet?
do you want to fight?
you will die.
Mar’i doubled over onto the ground again, clutching her stomach with one hand as the other gripped the gravel so hard her knuckles went white. In her mind, the Wayne Family Memorial was blossoming before her—gravestone after gravestone of people who had died long before her life. Grandparents, great-grandparents, quasi-uncles, her people each time Tamaran was destroyed, stepfathers, generations of bodies laying cross-armed under cold dirt. She gasped, warm bay air filling her lungs as she writhed on the ground. ”Goddammit,” she hissed, “goddammit, goddammit, GODDAMMIT!”
She attempted to get up on her knees as another wave of fear covered her, choking her. She coughed heavily as Ibn’s face came floating into her mind, floating in the void of a destroyed universe. She reached out, grabbing at nothing, trying to reach him. The void between their bodies closed slowly until she managed to grab his sleeve. Suddenly his eyes opened and he smiled, his lips falling from his teeth, the muscles under his cheeks rotting, and his arms came around and suddenly she was choking under his embrace. ”No,” she cried against his invisible grip, nearly tossing herself off the roof in an attempt to free herself. ”No, you love me, you LOVE me!” Her chest gave way and she found herself still laying on the warm gravel. She attempted to stand again, small shockwaves of fear still shooting up and down her body. But this time her feet found balance and she wiped the thick sweat away that had piled up on her forehead.
“Fucking Tamaranean emotions,” she muttered to herself, still completely unsure of what was going on except that Kyle Rayner was somewhere sounding fucked up and he had figured out how easily her emotions could be toyed with. The image of Ibn’s rotting face appeared in her head again and she stumbled for a second, grabbing her temples, forcing herself to remember how his arms felt wrapped around her, how he smiled when she walked into the room. And now there was someone who had figured out how to pull that string. The rage burned back into her throat like fire. It took all her strength not to break her cell phone when she grabbed it from the ground. The screen was shattered, but it still seemed to work. Her half-written text to Ollie was still glowing on the screen. Instead of finishing it, she hit the ‘call’ button and listened as the dial tone rang. The anger welling up in her body made her too impatient to wait on the roof, and she flew up high into the atmosphere, floating in the direct line of sunlight.
The last three sentences of Kyle’s voice floated into her mind and that same stream of emotions flew over her head, ending in unadulterated pure rage. The dial tone rang once more, and suddenly she snapped the phone in half on accident, staring at the two pieces in her hand in complete rage, and dropping them down, watching them slowly fall to Earth. She had no clue where Kyle—or whatever it was that sounded just like Kyle—was. She had broken her best way of finding out if other people were okay. She didn’t know what was going on, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to stay here and twiddle her thumbs. The only course of action was to just fly until she saw something. ”Okay, you want a fight,” she growled, setting off towards southern California where Star City, Coast City, and Los Angeles, in that respective order, all lay, figuring all the Lantern activity centered around those cities would be able to help her figure out where the fuck that voice was coming from. ”Fine, then, you’ve got one.”
Mar’i tucked her hair behind her ear and nodded while leaning over to quickly scan and sign the form. She stood back up straight, towering over the secretary at her desk.
“Well, then,” she said cheerfully, “I’ll see you next week Keisha.” She turned around and started rummaging through her bag for her lipstick as she walked towards the door.
Your fake cheer is nauseating. Why don’t you just drink yourself to death, party girl. Make Ibn proud, if he was even bothering to try and look for you. Which - mmm -he’s probably not doing, is he.
The purse fell off her arm and hit the ground, its contents scattering all over the floor. Mar’i looked down at it, at the little articles, a sharp chill shooting from her knees to her head. The secretary said something, but she couldn’t understand what it was. She reached over to support herself with on the door frame, trying to soothe the influx of emotions that was flowing over her. Sharp fear, then confusion. ’Kyle?’ she thought. ’Was that Kyle?’ Confusion, then anger.
She nearly tore the door off the hinges as she ran out before the secretary could notice she had burnt through her contacts. Normally she would have just ridden down the elevator to the base floor like a good little normal, but this time she flung the staircase down open and flew all the way up to the roof, where she did, in fact, rip this locked door off as she walked outside. The San Francisco wind whipped her hair around wildly as she tried to make out any visible problems around her. After a few seconds, she started to calm down, her rage subsiding into irritation. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket, trying to decide who to call first. Ollie, maybe, since she didn’t exactly have Hal’s number to call him up and ask him if he knew where his boyfriend was. ’That was definitely Kyle’s voice,’ she thought to herself as she began to type out a text, ‘but something sounded…wrong with it.’ She was thankful for the warm ray of sun coming down on her, calming every cell in her bod—
Hey! Better yet - how about I lock you in a tiny dark place where no sunlight’ll reach you? And then eventually you’ll be put out of your misery and die! You’d like that? Being dead? You’re just an inconvenience around here, anyway.
The phone fell and she had to grab the nearest railing to keep from toppling over. Her stomach spun and for a split second she thought she was going to vomit. Her memory was already reaching back to the few times she had burned through her energy in a dark place, that feeling of cold fear, the feeling that there was no one to save her, only herself and that dark place. She fell to the ground, dry-heaving, gripping the pebbled granite that covered the rooftop. Suddenly she was angry again, then scared again, then angrier than ever. Her mind hadn’t felt this uncontrollable since she had been on Okaara, where they had purposely provoked her feelings to break them from the human molds she had attempted to control them under. Her emotions were fluctuating so badly she could barely remember where she was. ’Kyle,’ she thought, ‘that bastard, no, he’s my friend, no why would he say that, why would anyone say that, no you don’t talk to me like that, do you know who I am, no Kyle wouldn’t, yes he would, he did, he did.’
“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” she yelled, standing up, her mind racing between paralyzing fear and uncontrollable rage. ”GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!!”
NO MAR’I
I WILL NOT LEAVE YOU
I LIKE IT HERE, YOU TASTE AND SMELL AND FEEL SO GOOD. WARM AND BRIGHT. YELLOW.
YELLOW. BRIGHT. YOU TASTE LIKE SUNLIGHT. I WILL CONSUME YOU.
I WILL BE HERE INSIDE YOU UNTIL YOU BURN FROM THE INSIDE
are you angry yet?
do you want to fight?
you will die.
Mar’i doubled over onto the ground again, clutching her stomach with one hand as the other gripped the gravel so hard her knuckles went white. In her mind, the Wayne Family Memorial was blossoming before her—gravestone after gravestone of people who had died long before her life. Grandparents, great-grandparents, quasi-uncles, her people each time Tamaran was destroyed, stepfathers, generations of bodies laying cross-armed under cold dirt. She gasped, warm bay air filling her lungs as she writhed on the ground. ”Goddammit,” she hissed, “goddammit, goddammit, GODDAMMIT!”
She attempted to get up on her knees as another wave of fear covered her, choking her. She coughed heavily as Ibn’s face came floating into her mind, floating in the void of a destroyed universe. She reached out, grabbing at nothing, trying to reach him. The void between their bodies closed slowly until she managed to grab his sleeve. Suddenly his eyes opened and he smiled, his lips falling from his teeth, the muscles under his cheeks rotting, and his arms came around and suddenly she was choking under his embrace. ”No,” she cried against his invisible grip, nearly tossing herself off the roof in an attempt to free herself. ”No, you love me, you LOVE me!” Her chest gave way and she found herself still laying on the warm gravel. She attempted to stand again, small shockwaves of fear still shooting up and down her body. But this time her feet found balance and she wiped the thick sweat away that had piled up on her forehead.
“Fucking Tamaranean emotions,” she muttered to herself, still completely unsure of what was going on except that Kyle Rayner was somewhere sounding fucked up and he had figured out how easily her emotions could be toyed with. The image of Ibn’s rotting face appeared in her head again and she stumbled for a second, grabbing her temples, forcing herself to remember how his arms felt wrapped around her, how he smiled when she walked into the room. And now there was someone who had figured out how to pull that string. The rage burned back into her throat like fire. It took all her strength not to break her cell phone when she grabbed it from the ground. The screen was shattered, but it still seemed to work. Her half-written text to Ollie was still glowing on the screen. Instead of finishing it, she hit the ‘call’ button and listened as the dial tone rang. The anger welling up in her body made her too impatient to wait on the roof, and she flew up high into the atmosphere, floating in the direct line of sunlight.
The last three sentences of Kyle’s voice floated into her mind and that same stream of emotions flew over her head, ending in unadulterated pure rage. The dial tone rang once more, and suddenly she snapped the phone in half on accident, staring at the two pieces in her hand in complete rage, and dropping them down, watching them slowly fall to Earth. She had no clue where Kyle—or whatever it was that sounded just like Kyle—was. She had broken her best way of finding out if other people were okay. She didn’t know what was going on, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to stay here and twiddle her thumbs. The only course of action was to just fly until she saw something. ”Okay, you want a fight,” she growled, setting off towards southern California where Star City, Coast City, and Los Angeles, in that respective order, all lay, figuring all the Lantern activity centered around those cities would be able to help her figure out where the fuck that voice was coming from. ”Fine, then, you’ve got one.”