AIM convo! Who: Evan & Cyrille. When: Sunday evening. Why: Evan hasn't seen her or spoken to her for awhile. Also, the plot thickens. Rating: PG-13. Warnings: Mention of drugs, language. Standard stuff, here! (;
a lost glass: Barty, you don't hate me terribly, right? lies like smoke: 1) By referring to me by that name, I am confident that you are actually you. 2) Absolutely not. 3) ARE YOU OKAY? a lost glass: Of course I am me! I'm fine. Feeling pretty stupid, but... fine. lies like smoke: What the hell happened? lies like smoke: I hate being a cripple. I cannot stay stuck in this room any longer. Especially if you're... a lost glass: If I'm what? lies like smoke: ... a lost glass: I'm fine. Didn't Henri tell you that? ...Didn't I tell you that? lies like smoke: ... Yeah. a lost glass: ...You mean the charges. a lost glass: Don't you. lies like smoke: No. lies like smoke: It's not that. lies like smoke: It just... bothers me. To think that I can't be there for you. And I didn't even know that you were in trouble. Because I'm stuck in this room. And I feel like a zombie. a lost glass signed off at 7:17:37 PM. a lost glass is offline and will receive your IMs when signing back in. a lost glass signed on at 7:26:00 PM. a lost glass: Sorry. lies like smoke: It's fine. a lost glass: My service isn't so good here at the precinct. lies like smoke: They probably don't want any big bad criminals contacting one another. a lost glass: Oh, yes. lies like smoke: For all they know, we could be plotting an assassination or something. a lost glass: I'm about to assassinate Henri if he doesn't shut up... lies like smoke: I'm sorry. a lost glass: Not your fault I'm stupid. a lost glass: I earned this. lies like smoke: You're not stupid. a lost glass: Yes, I am. a lost glass: Trust me on this one. lies like smoke: Well, I don't. lies like smoke: I've done plenty of stupid things. lies like smoke: Everybody has. a lost glass: Anything stupid like this? lies like smoke: Depends. lies like smoke: Henri didn't exactly tell me what you did. a lost glass: Busted with an ounce of weed on me. lies like smoke: Pssh. He told me you were possessed. a lost glass: ... a lost glass: Well, he's retarded. Don't know if you noticed yet. lies like smoke: Not really. lies like smoke: Haven't seen much of him. a lost glass: With good reason. I've been trying to keep him the hell away from you... lies like smoke: Want me to set him up with my sister? a lost glass: Please, God, no. lies like smoke: She's coming. Here. Tuesday. a lost glass: I don't ever want him to reproduce. a lost glass: Really? lies like smoke: Pssh. She doesn't reproduce. She aborts. lies like smoke: Yes. lies like smoke: And she's probably bringing the whole clan with her... lies like smoke: I might as well be in hell already. a lost glass: ... a lost glass: Um. lies like smoke: Yeah. a lost glass: So are they all coming to see you...? lies like smoke: Not really. They're just coming so they can pose as the picture-perfect, grief-stricken family. a lost glass: But there's no reason for that. lies like smoke: ... a lost glass: Acting. a lost glass: ...Evan? lies like smoke: ... a lost glass: Evan. a lost glass: Please say something. a lost glass: ... a lost glass: I am going to walk home, because it will happen faster than this car is moving, if you don't say something. lies like smoke: I... a lost glass: Yes...? lies like smoke: You... lies like smoke: I can't... a lost glass: What's wrong? lies like smoke: ... lies like smoke: No one told you. a lost glass: ... a lost glass: Told me...what? lies like smoke: I can't... I can't believe no one told you... a lost glass: Told me what, Evan? lies like smoke: Christ. a lost glass: Fine. lies like smoke: Cyrille... I'm... I'm going to tell you. lies like smoke: I mean I... have to tell you, but... a lost glass: No, don't. a lost glass: I'll be home. a lost glass: About forty-five minutes, okay? a lost glass signed off at 8:13:36 PM. a lost glass is offline and will receive your IMs when signing back in.