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Post by Teddy<3 on Jan 1, 2011 15:41:02 GMT -5
Lacey watched Stree silently, as he looked around them. She hadn't really thought to worry about any other Drips, being with Stree, but then she realized that others may not be as welcoming to her. She hadn't thought about it until now, but she could be endangering Stree.
"Stree," she said softly. "If any other Drips come along and they see me, will they attack you or anything?" she asked, fear creeping into her voice. She could drag her butt home if she needed, and she began to sit up, ready to walk home.
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Post by Jazmin on Jan 2, 2011 15:38:08 GMT -5
Stree frowned. He didn't want to lie to Lacey, but the truth would scare her. He sat up slowly, shivering as the cold air touched his bare back. "If they saw that I was breaking the rules, they would probably let me off with a warning. I've never broken them before, and we always get a warning first." He didn't want to tell her that a warning was a beating so harsh that it would hospitalize him, but not kill him. He had been a part of a warning before, after a rookie leaked information to another gang by accident. He hadn't meant to, but he accepted his beating. Stree could remember that he had held him down while the others went to work. The rookie was told to keep quiet, and he tried his best - he really did. The only sounds that he would let out were little yelps and whimpers. Stree couldn't blame him; it's hard to stay silent when your body's being slashed open.
"But if we get caught, and caught again, then yes. They'll most likely kill me on the spot, actually. It's protocol." Stree shrugged. He didn't plan on getting caught the first time, let alone the second. "But the only people here are you and me. Don't worry about me, Lacey. I know how to handle myself, and if that means I have to grovel at their feet for a nicer warning, I'll do it. They'll let me off with a warning, but they'll kill you without hesitation."
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Post by Teddy<3 on Jan 2, 2011 22:15:25 GMT -5
Lacey just shrugged, a very small, subtle lift of her shoulders. "I honestly couldn't care less if they kill me." she said softly, sitting cross-legged in front of Stree. She didn't look at him, instead she shifted her gaze to the moon.
She didn't really like to admit it, but she was telling the truth. She didn't care if she died. To her, death was inevitable, it came when it cane and that was simply something people had to deal with. For some people, Lacey admitted death shouldn't come harshly or randomly. Great people, people who everyone can aspire to be like, people who change the world. But for many people, people like her, life wasn't important. Her life was just one drop in the bucket, an insignificant drop.
Then Lacey realized how emotional her last comment had sounded. Turning her gaze back to Stree, she said "But don't think I want to die."
She took a deep breath, exhaling loudly, then drew her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her. Again she turned her line of vision from him, looking down the street. "I don't. I just don't think my life is significant. No one will be better or worse if I die. If I die, nothing will change. Of course my parents will be upset, but that'll pass. And I know my mom's pregnant. The new baby would help them through it. My life is just one drop in a bucket, no importance, no impact, no meaning."
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Post by Jazmin on Mar 3, 2011 17:12:55 GMT -5
No importance... no meaning...
Stree couldn't believe what he was hearing. He reached out and touched Lacey's shoulder, but for a few seconds he had no idea what to say. He just stared at her, his mouth open a little in shock.
"You can't say that," he finally said softly, but his voice was strong. "You do mean something. Every life is important, because anyone could change the world. Please don't say you don't matter."
Stree stared long and hard into Lacey's eyes with his hand clasped over her shoulder, even if she wouldn't stare back. "If they do see us, and I doubt they will, I will make sure you get away safe. And I never go back on my word."
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Post by Teddy<3 on Apr 7, 2011 19:53:31 GMT -5
Lacey didn't say anything. She just tightened her hands around her raised knees, letting her chin fall on them. She hated moments like this. Moments where she started to really think. Thinking has always called her troubles. The day she decided her life was meaningless was the first day she stayed up all night and just thought. That sleepless night started with the thought: Why am I even here? She still hadn't thought of an answer. All she could think of was that she was just there to take air, breath oxygen and make carbon dioxide. Nothing more. All humans ever did was torture, kill, and ruin. Everything a human touched was tainted.
Why are any humans here? We destroy everything. Animals would make better use of the land. she muttered in her head. Then stopped that line of thought with a new one. I'm thinking too much again. That's not good, I may be-- she stopped and lifted a hand to her face. Her guess was right. Silent tears were sliding down her cheeks. Tears that she had no control over. She could neither stop them or make them come faster. She was out of control, slipping away from the line between reality and fantasy. Her thoughts began to jumble together. Are we even real? What if this is all just some huge, insane dream?
Finally, Lacey leaped to her feet, grabbing her hair in her hands and crying out. She couldn't stand sitting and thinking anymore. It was too much. It hurt her everywhere. She didn't even look back at Stree, or recognize his presence, as she ran off. She needed to be doing something. Activity, art, computing. Anything. but she couldn't think anymore.
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