Post by Aerynn Donnelly on Aug 21, 2014 22:32:53 GMT -6
>>> An Unknown Date – An Unknown Place <<<
The area within was dark. Not so dark so as not to be able to see that it was a warehouse. A warehouse room full of.. were those mannequins?
There were lights shining only bright enough to light the way of someone walking through the warehouse itself. Everywhere the camera panned, there were mannequins. White ones. Black ones. Ones with painted on faces. Ones with unpainted faces. Men. Women. Children. Couples standing together. Ones standing apart. Facing apart.
Voice: “Da, ye need tae eat somethin'. If'n ye dinna eat, ye'll get e'en more sick.”
A slight pause and a sigh was heard.
Voice: “Da, please! Dinna make me call ma home from work, Da.”
Something off in the distance fell and the blonde haired woman's head snapped up and turned in the direction of the sound. She had been crouching down in the middle of a circle of mannequins. Now, she was standing up quickly. Tilting her head slightly to listen.
“They.. dinna see.”
Her voice sounded.. empty. Cold.
“I've started tae see tha' I surround m'self wit' broken people; more broken than me.”
She moves over to a mannequin, this one is male, and brushes her fingers down it's cheek.
“Ah, aye, lemme count yer cracks. Let's see..
One hundred..
Two..”
She nodded to the mannequin.
“Aye, ye'll do nicely. A cracked companion makes me look more.. whole.
Gives me somethin' outside m'self tae care fer.
When I'm wit' whole, healed people.. I feel m' own cracks..”
She glances back over her shoulder. Her eyes cutting a slice at.. something.
“...tha shatters, tha insanities o' dislocation in m'self.”
She turned to walk to another mannequin.
Gazing up at it.
“Who fixes broken people? Is it only other broken people, ones who've already been ruined? An' do we need tae be fixed? It was tha messiness an' hurt in our pasts tha' drove us, an' tha' same hurt connected us a a subdermal level, tha kind o' scars written so deeply in yer cells tha' ye canna e'en see them anymore...”
She turns to finally look at the camera.
“....only recognize them in someone else.”
She then looked over to a mannequin. This one was female. However, this one.. Was different. This one looked oddly like Jeszika.
“Jezzy.. Jezzy Jezzy Jezzy!”
She giggled a little when she came over to wrap her arms around the mannequin and lay her chin on the things shoulder.
“Ye know e'erythin' an' nothin' 'bout him all at tha same time. When ye really love someone, ye see all their mess an' their brokenness... An' ye love them anyway. In fact..”
She pulled back, arms dropping away from the Jezzekin. A frown formed as she looked at the woman. She reached behind it and grabbed something.
“...seein' all o' tha' sort o' makes ye love them more.
But whot'd ye do?”
She pulls up a bat and growls.
“Ye broke him.
An' yet.. Who does he call when he escapes?
Ye!”
She swings the bat at the Jezzekin's head. Watching it fly off.
A slight shrug given at the sound of it landing somewhere.
Then she turns to another mannequin. This one? This one looks like Ashley.
Aerynn walks over to the Ashlekin and tilts her head slightly as she looks at it. Bat poised at her shoulder.
“A fight glass goes from treasure tae trash, tha moment it is broken.
Fortunately, somethin' else happened tae ye an' me..”
She swings the bat at the head of the Ashlekin. And again, the head goes flying off.
“Pick up yer pieces. Dinna bother tae help me wit' mine.”
With a psychotically serene smile upon her face as she moved over to another mannequin.
This one.. Bethany.
“Love will wreck yer heart like a derailed train...
So, choo-choose...”
She made the sound of an actual choo-choo train when she said this.
“...yer partner wisely, Bethany.
Ye dinna want 'nother Carrie.”
It seemed at first that she was going to walk off and leave the Bethekin in one piece.
But suddenly, she spins back around. Glaring at the Bethekin. Growling lowly at it as she swings the bat.
“STOP!!!!!! …..trying tae save me!”
She turned and struck the Bethekin with the bat again. And again. And again.
“Ye saved tha one ye truly wished tae save.. Yer jus' usin' me tae save face an' cover up tha fact tha' ye feel guilty 'cause he talked tae ye.
Spoke...tae ye..”
As the Bethekin fell to ruins from being destroyed by the bat, the head of the thing came rolling over to rest in front of Aerynn.
Cold, emotionless eyes shifted down to look at it.
“He came back.. fer ye.”
She lifted her foot up and planted her booted heel into the face of the Bethekin.
Only to kick it away from her with a piercing scream.
One that echoed through the warehouse.
With that, she spun around and moved over to yet one more mannequin.
This one.. Was Brody.
She walked up to it, dropped the bat and slid her arms around the waist of it. Laying her head against Brodekin's chest.
“We fit.. Ye an' I..”
She whispered looking off to the side in a haunting manner.
“Two broken pieces makin' a whole.”
But something in her changed.. Had her pushing away from the Brodekin and screaming out.
“Thank ye? Tha's all ye have tae say!? Thank ye?!”
She screamed again and bent over to pick up the bat.
“Pride... Vanity...?
Ye think tha's why I got involved!?
A misplaced sense of loyalty!?”
She began to pace back and forth before the Brodekin.
“How 'bout Love, Brody?
Ye'll find out whot true regret is..
True regret is knowin' ye missed yer only opportunity tae be simply a good friend tae someone tha' was exactly like ye.
Ye can break a thing.. But ye canna always guide it afterward inta tha shape ye want.”
She turned to look at the Brodekin and tilted her head slightly. Only a moment before she walked up to it and reached out to it.
“Right now we're both a yard sale o' emotions. A penny fer pain. A dime fer bitterness. A quarter fer grief.
A dollar fer silence..
It binds us t'gether.”
The sound of a beep could be heard as she turned to walk away.
She moves past the camera and they could see there was a bomb strapped to the Brodekin's chest.
And from out of the darkness..
“An' I dinna want Joshua tae pay tha price fer tha parts o' ME tha' are used an' broken.”
And then suddenly, from the chest of the Brodekin.. There came a series of fast beeps..
You could hear the camera man suddenly go, “OH SHIT!”, drop the camera and run just as the bomb exploded.
And the last thing that anyone heard after the aftermath of the explosion.. Was Aerynn's voice.
“We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks..
Tha's whot connects us..
Tha' we're all broken..
All.. Beautifully.. Imperfect.”
Then static.
