Re: log: connie/atticus
Connie expected screaming. She imagined showing this to anyone and it came with screaming. He looked at her like he had seen worse and she didn't know if that was supposed to freak her out or be comforting. Her whole life she was convinced she was the weirdest thing out there and now with all these people coming to town and strange happenings...Connie thought that maybe she wasn't all that weird at all. "I thought you'd need more proof than the creepy slow music. Thus, the cookie." She explained, taking her blue jacket and pulling it around her shoulders. She didn't conciously realize the room was getting colder, only that she was cold. Connie chalked it up to nerves. Wtf was she nervous about?
"Dad's been gone since I was 13, so 15 years. I tried to find him a few times, but it made things glitch out. Time would bubble. Like we'd be sitting here on the couch and then suddenly the next thing you remember is closing the door behind me. It's not safe to mess with time like that. Ripping dimensions apart. My dad did it around me when I was really young and it made me see things I wasn't supposed to." Her tone was more serious, almost scientific. Lacking the casual nature it usually had. "The skeleton thing is a side effect. When I move time too much, I age a lot. All that's left is bones." She smiled at that a little, simply liking the idea of being so old for a couple seconds. "Dad was the same way, when I last saw him. Maybe worse."