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Tweak says, "Great Googly Moogly!!!"

Madison Tanner (metrogingham) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-01-15 08:18:00

Entry tags:

dorothy, plot: memories

Who: Madison Tanner
What: Memory post!
Where: Outside in the hall on the first floor.
When: Late afternoon after the landlord's post.
Warnings: None yet.
Notes: It's a really short post. The responses will be longer.

Madison, unlike most of the other tenants in building hadn't read the Landlord's post yet, though the police cars and tape didn't go unnoticed by her. Her aunt and uncle didn't care for it and even discussed the possibility of moving. Given their money issues, the topic didn't stay on the table for long. She wouldn't have wanted to leave anyway, there was something about this place she was drawn to, even if the landlord creeped her out immensely.

Returning home from school, she opened their apartment door to her dear sweet little Rex jumping up and down for her...then taking off like a shot away. "Rex!" she cried, racing after him.

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cyprian
2010-01-17 06:38 pm UTC (link)

There's no way he'll get away with this, you think. Although if anyone could do the impossible, you know it's him.

It's a warm spring day, and you're standing on the lawn of the house in Rochester. The yard is a massive sprawl of manicured green, and feels like blades of satin under your bare feet. You're looking at the house, your house. Some mansionesque monstrosity of modern architecture. Complete with pillars, a wrap around porch.. and a brand new paint job.

There are men strapped to pulleys and flats, rising and falling along the height of the house's floors. Covering what had once been a respectable whitewash with neon orange. It's tacky enough to churn your stomach, and that's what makes you realize that it's the exact color as if some greedy fuck had eaten a whole bag of candy corn and vomited the after effects.

The color preference was, naturally, your brother's.

He's walking out of the house now. Coming up alongside you to admire the recreation of your childhood home. He's munches on a piece of cheese toast, philosophically. "Think Mom will like it?"

"She'll hate it," you tell him.

"Same thing," he muses.

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metrogingham
2010-01-21 12:55 am UTC (link)

Madison didn't even make it two feet down the hall before the next attack. Clinging to Rex tightly, she closed her eyes. The distaste for the orangey house was palpable, and she agreed with him--herself?--greatly. But really, what was going on? She wasn't remembering something from her past, and no one had spiked her water.

Running inside, she shook her head of the foreign feelings of irritation at a brother she never had and went to her room. Maybe she wasn't the only one.

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