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vc_player_npc ([info]vc_player_npc) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-17 03:03:00

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Entry tags:!dropped, cielo, day 08, george lass, l lawliet, npc, open

Who: Clone!Sid, OTA
What: He has no idea. Tell him?
When: Day 5, morning
Where: He has no clue, someone tell him?
Rating: ?
Status: Active



He had been wandering around for hours, utterly confused. Was he supposed to go somewhere, do something, see someone? Did he even know anyone? Really, he had no clue at all. When he had tried to speak aloud, unsure if he could, his voice had sounded funny, strange. Foreign, even. Maybe it was not foreign at all, maybe it was just right and his brain was foreign.

What if he was Frankenstein's monster?

No...the monster did not have glasses. He knew that, right? And he had to push those glasses up his nose time after time, so he was sure they were there. There was thick, white stuff all over the ground, 'Snow' was what his mind had supplied as he had stared at it for several long minutes. Something flowed thick and heavy in his veins, like his blood was weighted down with fishing lures.

...how did he even know what fishing lures were?

The clone of Sid Jenkins continued to stare at the snow, fascinated.


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[info]inmyownworld
2009-05-24 01:40 pm UTC (link)
"Cielo..." L greeted, surprised to see the boy he recognized from their encounter a few days before in the forest. Though, he wasn't certain why... what was surprising about a young man, like himself, noticing something like what George had written in the journals and wanting to help, if only to ease boredom?

He continued to study the person who was professedly "not" Sid. Clearly, the boy had some knowledge, correctly identifying Laura for being "dead." He didn't like hearing it put so bluntly, but who was L to get touchy or angry about a young man who was so clearly this far gone? He nodded briskly, with a one-shouldered shrug, before turning back to George. "Um... right. We should get the two of you back somewhere warm. Yes?"

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