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makes_you_tickThe Gray family was always a little wrong. Okay, a lot wrong. My father, Samson Gray, was a murderer. He was afflicted with the 'gift' of knowing only a little, having only a little, and being aware of how much he was missing. He'd kill people for their abilities. When I was five, he sold me for cash to my aunt and uncle, then walked outside and murdered my mother. He used telekinesis, opening her head up like a ripe orange before he pushed her out of the car, leaving her in that dusty parking lot. It's the only time I can remember seeing my mother's face, that shocked expression...
My uncle had never wanted a child, so he left two weeks later. The old out-for-a-cigarette routine. He never came back. My aunt raised me as her own, never telling me the truth. I wonder sometimes if she always expected me to become a monster, like my dad. But she was still always there for me, up until the end.
All I'd ever really wanted when I was a kid was for my father-- my uncle-- to come back. I wanted a real family. I wanted him to be proud of me. I miss that hope, small as it was.
...thanks so very much, City.
My uncle had never wanted a child, so he left two weeks later. The old out-for-a-cigarette routine. He never came back. My aunt raised me as her own, never telling me the truth. I wonder sometimes if she always expected me to become a monster, like my dad. But she was still always there for me, up until the end.
All I'd ever really wanted when I was a kid was for my father-- my uncle-- to come back. I wanted a real family. I wanted him to be proud of me. I miss that hope, small as it was.
...thanks so very much, City.
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Date: 2009-12-23 05:53 am (UTC)private | aw, he appreciates that.
Date: 2009-12-23 05:56 am (UTC)This isn't how I wanted to say hi, Dawn. But hello, anyway.
private | wait until someone warns her off, she will be much less friendly
Date: 2009-12-23 05:59 am (UTC)...So we did know each other. I saw some stuff on the Network, but the backlog is kind of like trying to understand why the Hills is even on TV.
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Date: 2009-12-23 06:02 am (UTC)We did know each other. There was a curse that turned everyone into high school students- but we were teachers. We got along pretty well, then. You have lots of friends, though, so I hadn't gotten much of a chance to talk to you outside of that. I took you out for ice cream once- you were having a down day- but that's about it.
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Date: 2009-12-23 06:04 am (UTC)Oh! Yeah, I heard about that. This guy, Justin. He met me then, too.
...Ice cream is always good. Anyway, it's nice to meet you again, Gabriel.
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Date: 2009-12-23 06:11 am (UTC)I think that curse let us get a little out of our normal social circles. It was one of the better ones.
Ice cream is always good. It's great to meet you again as well, Dawn. How are you doing, getting acclimated to the City?
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Date: 2009-12-23 06:16 am (UTC)I've kind of noticed that. Good curses are like... every once and a while. It's all embarrassment and badness, usually.
I'm a believer in the healing power of frosty treats. Also, anything with high sugar context, except maybe fruit cake because that's just gross. And I'm doing okay, I guess? Figuring things out, trying to trace my metaphorical electronic steps and kind of finding it hit or miss. I've managed to narrow it down to a smaller group of people, ones I seemed to interact with more, so it's less like trying to find a needle in the world's largest stack of other needles that all look exactly like my needle.
...Sorry, that was probably more than you wanted to know, wasn't it. I babble.
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Date: 2009-12-23 06:32 am (UTC)Wonderful, it's not confined to the single post.
Anyway, yes, I'm not really a sharing sort of fellow. I'll be glad when today's over with.
Ice cream heals all wounds, rather than time? There's something in that theory. And if anyone can make sense of old City records, I'm sure you can. Let me know if you're trying to fill in any particular gaps.
Also, I certainly don't mind the babble. It's very welcome.
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Date: 2009-12-23 08:24 am (UTC)private | AMY I FAIL sob, sorry i zonked out.
Date: 2009-12-23 08:31 am (UTC)Kill, really?Subject changing! I can do this.
Well, I mean, time never really seems to heal anyway, just kind of... allow stuff to scab over. Which is technically healing, in a way, but less permanent sounding.
I guess you really did know me, then. The babble is a fixture.
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Date: 2009-12-23 02:29 pm (UTC)private | You needed some zonking, so no worries. <3
Date: 2009-12-23 03:24 pm (UTC)That is healing, just more slowly.
I know. I think you even had it when we were teachers. I'm about the exact opposite, so it's nice.
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Date: 2009-12-23 04:33 pm (UTC)Deadly so.
... Unless you prefer that, of course.
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Date: 2009-12-23 04:37 pm (UTC)It would've saved a lot of people a lot of trouble.Guess you had to have been there.
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Date: 2009-12-23 05:33 pm (UTC)You're really enjoying this, aren't you?