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maskormenace2016-03-11 01:16 am
helladoomed) wrote in maskormenace2016-03-11 01:16 am
Entry tags:
- jonathan crane | scarecrow,
- marceline abadeer | the vampire queen,
- † alison hendrix | n/a,
- † asher millstone | beefcake,
- † benton fraser | n/a,
- † brianna | the breeze,
- † chloe price | butterfly,
- † cindy moon | silk,
- † d'artagnan | n/a,
- † george o'malley | n/a,
- † julian day | calendar man,
- † max caulfield | n/a,
- † megan gwynn | pixie,
- † normie osborn | n/a,
- † sarah manning | n/a,
- † sera | your mum's tits,
- † the iron bull | the iron dragon
003 - [Video] Happy Birthday, Chloe Price.
[It's a little after noon when Chloe turns her communicator on. She's sitting on an old white plastic deck chair, and from the look of the buildings behind her, probably on a roof somewhere in Nonah. She's in a worn old white tanktop with a skull on the front, her jeans-covered legs propped up on something, her coat hanging off the back of her chair. She's spent the morning avoiding people, not answering her texts, just...brooding. There's a cigarette between her lips, and she takes a drag off it before she catches it with her other hand, her attention mostly on the phone.]
You ever think about time 'n shit? Like, how it hella doesn't make any sense here? Like, okay, back home, before I wound up here, it was 2013 right? In October.
[She leans back in her chair, resting the phone on her leg, tilted up so all the screen really catches is her face and neck and the clouds.]
Suddenly I'm here, it's three years and a couple months later. Just, wham, welcome to the future except it's a weird fucked up cold war version of the future. And I get like, it's way worse for other people, right? Pulled from other centuries or other fuckin' planets with their own weird-ass calendars but.
Three years.
[She's not even really sure what she's going on about, honestly. She'd been puzzling this over in her head all morning and hadn't gotten anywhere, so maybe she thought rambling out loud would help. It wasn't really working.]
So here we are, right? March 11th, 2016. Shit had gone different, I'd be twenty-two today.
[She hesitates, her gaze distant, up on the clouds as she took another puff off her cigarette.]
Instead, I guess I'm twenty. Sort of. Minus a couple months. Still my birthday though. [And then she smirks, pointing the two fingers holding her cigarette at the sky.] Fuck you, universe. Chloe Price made it to twenty after all.
[She scooped up the phone again, and for a second is framed in the picture again, the camera half-covered by her thumb as she reaches for the disconnect. Her voice is quieter again.]
Didn't see that comin'.
[Click.]
You ever think about time 'n shit? Like, how it hella doesn't make any sense here? Like, okay, back home, before I wound up here, it was 2013 right? In October.
[She leans back in her chair, resting the phone on her leg, tilted up so all the screen really catches is her face and neck and the clouds.]
Suddenly I'm here, it's three years and a couple months later. Just, wham, welcome to the future except it's a weird fucked up cold war version of the future. And I get like, it's way worse for other people, right? Pulled from other centuries or other fuckin' planets with their own weird-ass calendars but.
Three years.
[She's not even really sure what she's going on about, honestly. She'd been puzzling this over in her head all morning and hadn't gotten anywhere, so maybe she thought rambling out loud would help. It wasn't really working.]
So here we are, right? March 11th, 2016. Shit had gone different, I'd be twenty-two today.
[She hesitates, her gaze distant, up on the clouds as she took another puff off her cigarette.]
Instead, I guess I'm twenty. Sort of. Minus a couple months. Still my birthday though. [And then she smirks, pointing the two fingers holding her cigarette at the sky.] Fuck you, universe. Chloe Price made it to twenty after all.
[She scooped up the phone again, and for a second is framed in the picture again, the camera half-covered by her thumb as she reaches for the disconnect. Her voice is quieter again.]
Didn't see that comin'.
[Click.]
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[ That seems like the safest opener. ]
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I got you beat. I'm from 2009. I should be 20! We should be the same age!
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He speaks quietly, as if he's treading carefully for once.]
Don't think too hard about it. It'll just make things worse.
[And, after a beat...]
Happy birthday.
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Ignore it and maybe it'll go away?
Heh. Thanks.
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PLEASE, ROAST HIM FOR THIS, I AM TRULY SORRY
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[Wait, that sounds bad.]
Not that I'm saying you should drink!
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[Oops?]
Pretty sure the cops won't care about average ages, though. 'Oh no officer I'm totally 21 in another universe...'
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1631. That's what year it was, when I was last at home. I don't like to think about what it means for my age, but at least I've kept all my hair.
[ He gets what she's saying, though. If she were at home, she wouldn't even be alive. That's what she means. So he smiles. ]
Happy birthday, Mademoiselle Price. You ought to celebrate.
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You are at least 400.
[Chloe Price: Queen of Not helping.]
Thanks. Probably will. No idea what though, gotta talk to Sarah and my girlfriend first, see if they're plannin' anything.
[If not, she'd probably just get drunk. Woo?]
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[ He's definitely not in his fifties. ]
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[Normie smiles.]
And I think about how weird the time jump is for me all the time. I've lost over ten years, which I know isn't terrible compared to some people, but man do I not want to think about being in my 30s just yet.
So of course that's what I think about all the time.
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So you're...what, from 2026?
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[A pause, because holy shit she does not know what to say.]
Um... happy birthday.
[Brilliant, Max. Brilliant.]
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[Chloe brightens up when she hears Max's voice, though that's not exactly unusual.]
Thanks. Uh. Sorry I didn't text you or anythin' this morning. Just sort of...
[She shrugs.]
Thinkin'.
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Voice; really hope I got the math right
[ Pause. Thinking. ] March 11th, 1994? Pisces. Dog. Happy birthday.
Voice; You're good!
Can't do anything about it though, no matter how concerned we get.
Permavoice; Excellent c:
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I feel the same way. It was 2009 when I... [A little nervous shrug.] But here I am turning thirty this month. And back home, I'd be thirty-seven. Kind of a weird thought.
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Yeah. It's weird, huh? That whole...yeah.
[Dying buddies?]
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[Oh. She's cute. Megan's still adjusting to the whole thinking girls are cute thing but, like, definitely cute. Welp.]
Um, I haven't had a birthday here yet, I dunno how it really works. I'm not all that great at maths, but--isn't a birthday more about having fun, really? Who cares about a couple months! Go out on the town! Or whatever you like to do.
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[She grinned. She was starting to feel better as she talked to people. That was Chloe Price, bringing all the bi girls to the yard.]
Yeah, I will later. Once I'm done bein' all broody and shit. [At least she knows she's doing it.]
I like your hair.
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Happy birthday, though. Hope you celebrate well.
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So...9:42 Dragon...what?
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Happy birthday, Chloe. I've finished your gift at last, though I'm afraid it's no surprise.
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[Hold on...]
Wait you mean it's done?
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Congratulations on becoming an adult, Ms. Price.
[Let's say nothing about the fact she died earlier. Keep it cool.]
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Still can't drink though. Oops.
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Are you going to be at Sarah's tonight?
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You alright?
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Happy birthday. You want me to get you some old people crap?
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[But she grins.]
And that depends entirely on what kind of old people crap you want to buy me.
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F'real?
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[She isn't even going to. Touch. Most of that, for now. It's worrying, but... different angle.]
Glob, time's a flippin' nightmare here. [She laughs.] I don't even remember when my birthday is. You lose track after a while, you know? Time, dates, years...
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[She's curious though.]
How do you lose your birthday? How old are you?
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