Dog Eat Dog [South]
Mar 9, 2011 15:47:40 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2011 15:47:40 GMT -5
“Excuse me?! My name is Morrigan, not Trogon. How can you even mistake me for that prude? And of course I know what I’m doing! Are you saying I’m a bad kisser?”[/blockquote]
Wait… Morrigan? Where had I heard that name before? Oh shit. Shit. So this is what’s been up with Trogon this whole time. She’s got some sort of freaky multiple-personality thing going on, and she obviously can’t remember what’s happening whenever this strange, morally-questionable person takes over her body. This explains everything, the creepy guys calling her by a different name, her confusion after the scuffle on the path. This is not good, not good at all. I’m trying to get my head wrapped around the situation, but she just keeps pawing at me and babbling.
“Are you nervous? Is this your first time?” The blood flies to my face and I awkwardly bring a hand up to my hair, trying to stutter out anything just to keep this new girl busy until Trogon can come back to her senses. "W-what? Well, no, b-but… I mean… We can’t just… "
And that’s when she does it. It’s kind of like watching a car wreck or a particularly bloody Hunger Games battle, you want to look away, but you can’t. You just stand there, transfixed by the horror of it all. Eyes wide as saucers and face on fire, my thoughts explode in a panicked scream inside my head. She didn’t just do that what the fuck look away look away look away oh God if Lauren walks in right now we’re both dead especially me this is horrible whatisthisIdon’teven…
There’s a second’s pause and then with a surprised squeak the fabric jerks suddenly back down over her skin, her eyes as wide and frightened as my own. Thank God, Trogon’s back. I slump against the wall in relief, surveying her hesitantly, like she might snap back into some other person that’ll try to jump me again. But she doesn’t, she just slumps against the far wall, her voice scared and far-away. ”What happened?"
The way she’s looking at me breaks my heart a little, and I can tell without a doubt that she’s got no idea what’s happened. I don’t know whether I should go to her or not (she just looks so fragile and I’m afraid if I touch her she’ll break), so I close the distance between us by only a few feet, shuffling over and sitting down on top of the table that holds my photography supplies. "Well… a lot happened, so I’ll do my best to bring you up to speed.
"I just happened to find out who Morrigan is,” I continue, still nervously pushing my hair out of my eyes (I am getting a haircut. Tomorrow. This shit is annoying). "She’s you. Well, not really you exactly, but she’s in your head. You - well, Morrigan, I guess – basically came down here with some less-than-innocent ideas and very persuasive techniques. You, erm, woke up in the middle of the whole situation. I think you might have some sort of weird schizophrenia or something. Alternate people that stay in your mind and take over from time to time and you can’t remember the stretches of time when you’re not yourself. At least, that’s my theory. If I’m right, it sure explains a lot."
It’s a lot to handle, even for me, and I’m not the one dealing with having people I don’t know taking over my body arbitrarily. Exhaling heavily, I place my hands behind me and lean back on the table, shaking my head numbly. "This is fucked up."
Trogon looks positively shell-shocked, leaned shakily up against the wall. I want to do something to make her feel better, but really, what can someone do in a situation like this. Just sitting here looking at her really isn’t an option, so I hop down off the table and walk over to her. Now that she’s back in her own body, Trogon looks like some sort of weird caricature of herself in the overdone mascara and skimpy clothes. This isn’t her, not at all, and I want to kick myself for even thinking that it could be.
"If it makes all of this any better, I liked you more without all the makeup. Pretty people don’t need makeup."