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welgaia2015-06-22 07:13 pm
justintrust) wrote in welgaia2015-06-22 07:13 pm
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More fanfic OC!
[A certain someone is back in Wankerville. Not that he knows he's 'back' just yet. Much has happened since the last time he was here, if one could even say he was here at all. He was a different person then. He's a different person now. About a year and a half have passed, but it feels like a lifetime. He's Lex Luster Jr., though he no longer has a passport to prove it. The only identity he legally has is Sam-Sara Bardo's, because Interpol takes the protection program very seriously and so should he. Not that he's wearing Sam-Sara's mask or even his clothing. His appearance, from the thick woolen sweater with long sleeves to his favorite scarf, is very much Lex.
The memories from before are so vague that they don't reach him through the initial panic.
The first thought that strikes him is that he's not supposed to be here. Not out in the open. Not like this. He doesn't have anything to cover his face- what if someone recognizes him- what if they think he broke his house arrest agreement again? He didn't mean to! He doesn't know why he's here at all, or how. What if this was the last straw? What if they decide to overturn the penal committee's suggestion for real this time? What if they lock him away for good, or finally subject him to that long overdue execution? That's so unfair! He didn't choose to leave the house! He didn't choose to leave Benny-
-Benny. Shit shit shit. Is he okay? Does he know what happened? Did someone attack him in order to move Lex from the house? Why go through so much trouble and then leave him in some abandoned village in the first place? Is he even near L.A. anymore? What is going on?-
His immediate reaction to the reeling train of thought that he can't control or make sense of is to hide. To find somewhere safe and regain his composure there. Phantom or no Phantom, hiding is his first answer to everything. Hiding is that one instinct he's had since childhood that never left- not once. Hide and then wait to be found by someone trustworthy, no matter how long it takes. No matter how agonizing it is to feel alone and abandoned.
Once he can actually get his feet to move, he sprints towards the nearest house to yank the door open. Somehow, the fact that it's unlocked doesn't strike him as odd at all. It seems almost natural for it to be open to anyone. He darts inside and slams the door shut behind himself again, then allows his knees to buckle. He hits the ground with a thud. After all the training Benny's been putting him through, he'd been doing so well with controlling his emotional instability. He'd made such great progress. With the way he's hyperventilating into his hands, all that progress sure feels insignificant.]
The memories from before are so vague that they don't reach him through the initial panic.
The first thought that strikes him is that he's not supposed to be here. Not out in the open. Not like this. He doesn't have anything to cover his face- what if someone recognizes him- what if they think he broke his house arrest agreement again? He didn't mean to! He doesn't know why he's here at all, or how. What if this was the last straw? What if they decide to overturn the penal committee's suggestion for real this time? What if they lock him away for good, or finally subject him to that long overdue execution? That's so unfair! He didn't choose to leave the house! He didn't choose to leave Benny-
-Benny. Shit shit shit. Is he okay? Does he know what happened? Did someone attack him in order to move Lex from the house? Why go through so much trouble and then leave him in some abandoned village in the first place? Is he even near L.A. anymore? What is going on?-
His immediate reaction to the reeling train of thought that he can't control or make sense of is to hide. To find somewhere safe and regain his composure there. Phantom or no Phantom, hiding is his first answer to everything. Hiding is that one instinct he's had since childhood that never left- not once. Hide and then wait to be found by someone trustworthy, no matter how long it takes. No matter how agonizing it is to feel alone and abandoned.
Once he can actually get his feet to move, he sprints towards the nearest house to yank the door open. Somehow, the fact that it's unlocked doesn't strike him as odd at all. It seems almost natural for it to be open to anyone. He darts inside and slams the door shut behind himself again, then allows his knees to buckle. He hits the ground with a thud. After all the training Benny's been putting him through, he'd been doing so well with controlling his emotional instability. He'd made such great progress. With the way he's hyperventilating into his hands, all that progress sure feels insignificant.]
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What it boils down to is that no matter how much Tori cares about Lex, she absolutely refuses to show any sign that such a side of her exists and will likely continue to refuse to unless she finds out a few more of Lex's own secrets. It's better for Lex to think she's just some young woman with love troubles, really. Ideal, even.
so clearly something should happen to change that]Exactly. Not to mention... even if I get my world back, where would a child even go? I don't even know what will happen if it's restored. Even having a cat would be a bad idea. [She shakes her head.] I have things I need to do first. Not that I'm getting them done here, but there's not much I can do about that.
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Hmm... What with nexus visits, vampire invasions and the occasional animatronic, I suppose family life is the least of our worries. [What if those vampires get to his world? What if someone he cares about gets hurt or infected? ...Dammit, he was supposed to be distracting himself from depressing thoughts.]
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Exactly. [She sighs.] Making sure we survive to get back home is more important.
[Or in her case, remaining herself for that time. She made Yuan promise to take her out if she slipped away, but sometimes she wonders just how much she can trust that.]
A-Ahaha, anyway! Back to the topic of Benny... I'm glad you two know each other. From what I've seen of him, he seems like a damn good person to know! [Aside from him possibly being able to psychoanalyze her. That freaks her out a bit. Shrinks.]
By the way, do you still not need water? Are you hungry or anything? Not that I trust my cooking now, but...
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I don't suppose you have anything that doesn't require any cooking? [He's still not picky about his food, he'll take stale bread if she has it.]
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[She'll turn in the way of the kitchen, giving him the lightest of gestures to follow him.]
By the way, I don't remember how much I told you about this place the last time you were here. If I warned you about everything. Not that there's much to warn you about, but since I told Benny about it all...
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What's this about a warning...?]
... About what all?
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...the first time I showed up in Wankerville, a couple of years ago... there was this guy here. He was pretty bad news, you know? Seriously aggressive and hates humans.
[And looks like someone she cares about. Is a version of someone she cares about. That still proves to get under her skin.]
Back then, I wasn't nearly as strong as I am now--he almost killed me and someone really important to me. [Not that it matters now, does it? The Riddler is...] I don't know if he's still here, but just play it safe, okay?
[She looks over her shoulder to him.]
Though you don't have to worry too much, you know? If he comes back and tries to hurt you, I'll protect you. I'll protect you, and Benny, and everyone else here!
[Because surely if there's a bigger threat and she can protect others from it, the voice telling her to put everyone out of their misery will quiet down, right...?]
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Oh, no, I don't want you to...- I mean... I can take care of myself. [Except that he can't. Ever since the Phantom 'died', he's been spectacularly useless when cornered.]
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Let's compromise, then. You take care of yourself by getting the hell out of there and leave any fighting the bastard to me, okay? I have a score to settle with him anyway~
[That and she imagines that she's... far more durable against the psychotic Yuan than Lex is. Even if Lex were still the Phantom. ...when did she begin to think that human beings were weak? Ugh, that's no good...]
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I'd much prefer neither of us resort to fighting him and get the hell out instead. [Is that even an option, though? He knows how tenacious murderous assholes can get once they've made someone their target.]
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Fine, fine~ you win. If everyone can actually escape, then that's what I'll do, but if not... well, he'll just force my hand, you know?
[As she says that last part, she summons the smallest of shadowy wisps to pat him on the shoulder, gently, before dissipating completely. She hopes it doesn't freak him out, because it's supposed to be both a gesture of comfort and proof that she can at the very least handle herself to an extent. It looks like she has at least a little more control over that part of her magic, too--enough to know that Lex isn't at risk if she uses it. She wouldn't risk it if it meant hurting him. Never him.]
But enough about that asshole! Come on, let's get you something to eat, okay~?
[And with that she turns around, once again leading him to the kitchen.]
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Let's just... focus on food. It's so much easier to focus on that.]
... Right. Yes. [He'll follow her to the kitchen, still in a bit of a stupor.]
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Here we are! [She states this cheerfully as they step into the kitchen, immediately looking from her cabinets.] Let's see... what do I have~?
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Yup, he'll just... lean back against this wall and focus on keeping his breathing steady. And try to keep his mind off of psychopath murderers and animatronics and God knows what else kind of threats might pop up here.]
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[She holds a box of offbrand Frosted Flakes up over her head. The name of the offbrand? ...Frosted Flakes. Yo, somebody owe Tony some motherfuckin' money.]
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[Benny would scold him for using cereal as a substitute for an actual meal, but at this point it's more about getting something into his stomach and less about it being nutritious.]
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[One has to wonder how long she's been living alone to be this eager to serve guests like this... or maybe Lex is just a special exception.]
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You... eat more than just cereal yourself, right? [With how bad her cooking is, he wouldn't put it past her to survive on a cereal diet.]
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Eh? Hey, of course I do! Why wouldn't I? [Though it isn't much else. She has soup, strawberries and the like, but it's not even in a big quantity. Her immortality has made it so she can survive and not have to eat as much, but she still needs to eat to some extent. ...an extent she often doesn't reach. And her diet isn't a healthy one regardless. Lex would probably still have grounds for concern if he knew.]