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Laura Moon (spitandviolets) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-05 16:23:00

Entry tags:

andy gallagher, complete, day 31, laura moon

Who: Laura Moon and Andy Gallagher
What: Insomnia!
When: Day 31, very late night
Where: Laura's room, C112.
Rating: PG-13 for language and gory details
Status: Complete

If there was one thing that Mirage already knew about Laura, it was that she no longer had any concept of or any care for the concept of time. It had not supplied the undead woman with a clock. It didn't matter. When the sun was down, Laura was active and the rest of the world was not. When the sun was up, well, sometimes she didn't have a choice, and others she debated with herself as to whether or not she should be doing something. Thus, it was very dark, and possibly late or early.

Laura did not remember her own wake and funeral very well. She was not there, exactly. It was a distant memory, like watching herself from across the room. She remembered when her best friend spat on her face, and she remembered the violets. She also remembered the pose in which she'd been put to rest. At the moment, she was practicing it on her bed, bored, as usual, and cold, as usual. Her body was rigid, laying on her back on the plush, black coverlet, arms crossed over her chest, hands folded. Since she did not need to breathe, she was not breathing. Her eyes were closed but she did not sleep. Her hair was fanned out around her. Only the outfit, a pair of jeans and a black tanktop, which made her look even paler than usual, was out of place for a wake.

Having just retired from her computer, she was expecting Andy. When he would arrive, however, was uncertain. Drunk people ran on their own schedule. When she got drunk, when she was alive, she drank a lot. That, in fact, had been the death of her. Literally. Maybe she'd try to brighten Andy's mood with that story. The likelihood that he wanted to hear about her death, however, was probably not high. L was unique in that respect. Still, maybe she'd have another friend, someone else who wouldn't mind that she was dead and cold.

Focusing on the movements of the lights of humans, she managed to zero in on Andy's with only minor difficulty. Rising from the bed as a zombie from the grave, Laura sauntered to the door, opening it just as her guest arrived. She said nothing, holding the door open for him, dark eyes studying his face.

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brain_ninja
2009-02-09 03:36 pm UTC (link)

Shaking his head and grinning back at Laura, Andy let out a small huff of laughter when she pointed out that his self-proclaimed open-mindedness was actually a form of the exact opposite. "I guess I never really thought about it that way..." His eyes flickered to the clove she was smoking and he noticed how close to her fingers it was. He looked back up at her. "But, no. When it comes to the perfect group of friends, there's no such thing. Not for me, anyway. Nobody's perfect, so I don't see how that could work. I like people. A lot. Like I said, I'll give anyone a chance. I mean..." he paused and shrugged. "The way I see it, I have my core group of friends. I have Sam and Yana and they're like me. We...mesh. But, I mean, that doesn't mean I'm only gonna hang out with them. I like meeting new people and making new friends. I didn't have that back home, so I'm not gonna turn my nose up at it here, ya know?"

She was saying that people tended to make things difficult for themselves and when Andy thought about it, he decided she wasn't entirely wrong. "Well...I don't see it like we do it on purpose," he pointed out. "I think...sometimes, it just happens. We walk ourselves into bad situations and when we don't know how to deal..." his voice trailed off and he let out a bitter huff of laughter when he thought about Rose and the fight...and all the alcohol he'd tried to wash it away with. "...we make it worse."

"Not a joke, like funny, ha ha," Andy replied. "Like...just a saying. And I don't think it proves that you're not human just because you actually listen. Not necessarily. You're still human you're just...not alive," he said with a shrug. She asked what he'd say if she said, 'Andy, be interesting,' and Andy chewed his bottom lip for a moment before grinning a little. "I'm a freak," he said. "I'm a psychic freak of nature. I used to force gay porn into this one guy's mind's eye, just because he was a dick. If I wanted a cup of coffee and I didn't have money, I'd ask someone on the street if I could have theirs and they'd give it to me. I never had bills to pay, because when debt collectors came, I told them that I'd already paid and they believed me." He looked down. "When the cops found my brother's body, I told them that he killed himself and that they all saw it...and they agreed."

He could smell her flesh starting to burn and he looked down at the cigarette again. "You're burning yourself," he said quietly, because he didn't want to offend her but if that smell was anything like the smell of burnt hair when it got stronger, it'd make him nauseous again.

With a small smile and a sheepish shrug, Andy looked back up at her face. "I know you said you don't sleep, but...I guess that's exactly what I was thinking. Though, when you put it that way, it does sound a little creepy," he admitted. "I just figured...I could sleep and you could feel warm. Win-win situation, but it's okay," he said. "Maybe I should go back to my room when I'm ready to sleep. God knows when I wake up in the morning I'm going to be disoriented enough, actually, and waking up in here is gonna weird me out for a few minutes until I figure out where I am," he realized aloud.

Then she looked as though she'd gone into deep thought or maybe introspection until she said, "be careful," as she watched their shadows on the wall. "Be careful of what?" he wondered out loud.

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spitandviolets
2009-02-09 08:51 pm UTC (link)

"Burning?" Looking around and then down at her head, Laura let out a bland "oh" and dashed out the cigarette in the ashtray she'd been using. That was always embarrassing, and it seemed that it happened quite frequently. Once crisis was averted, her attention turned to him again.

"Nice," she replied, smirking and shrugging. "So you've got a clique. That's not bad. Human beings crave companionship and like-minded individuals. Sam and Yana are your best friends. It is good to have such a group, a core, if you will, that you can depend on. I hope that they are true and that all is well. I don't doubt it, though. You don't seem like a delusional person." She shrugged. She was sure he wasn't only going to hang out with them, but it was highly likely that, if one were looking for him, she would find him with one of them. It already felt as if there wasn't much room for her, and that was fine. She didn't expect anyone to go out of his or her way to make a place for her. She could survive just fine. She would survive just fine. That was the great thing about not having many needs.

Nodding as he gave his interesting fact, she looked over at him. So he had powers? That was interesting. And mind control? She wondered if they would work on her. Did her brain still work? That was a stupid question with an obvious answer. Of COURSE her brain still worked. How else would she be talking and conversing with him? It was in that moment that Laura wished that she had done better in school. She had never been overly smart. Fortunately, she felt like that didn't matter to Andy as much as it mattered to L. "So...you're trying to convince me that you are a freak because you can get people to give you coffee, and you can avoid the law? I don't think you win on this one, though it is a fun fact. You're trying to tell the dead lady that you're a freak? Instant lose."

If Laura were more expressive, her face would have fallen. "Maybe you should go back to your room, Andy." Her voice echoed his comment. She was quickly growing tired of that game. "It's creepy, and it's awkward, and you should go." That was what was wonderful about not being very expressive. Her tone was completely flat. It wasn't sarcasm, it wasn't hurt, it just...was. The way he kept saying he should go back, though, had rubbed her the wrong way. It was as if he was trying to convince himself. She'd heard people do that kind of thing before, and it was always and only when they were trying to make themselves do something they didn't really want to be doing. "You shouldn't wake up disoriented. Or weird." She decided to disregard his comment about the 'be careful.' He wouldn't understand, especially not right now, and there was no need to tell him something he either already knew or didn't care about.

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