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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 14, 2012 6:03:59 GMT
"Can't say I have much experience with breaking off relationships." I shrug. "Most people just tend to hate me or something."
I am starting to wonder why the hell I'm giving advice to a guy who just hit me in the face not half an hour ago.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Feb 14, 2012 6:08:40 GMT
"Well, can't say I really like you," He replied, though it was kind of pointless to say. Anyway, he knew the feeling was mutual. "... That's just something really big to be hiding from someone." He added quietly, mostly to himself really.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 14, 2012 6:17:06 GMT
I snort faintly, about to make a rebuttal, then stop. Everyone in my life I could claim to be close to knows perfectly well what I am. On the other hand.... "Would you have taken it well if she told you?" I ask. "I'm not defending the girl; I still think she's insane, but just saying...."
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Post by Riley Pearson on Feb 14, 2012 6:32:27 GMT
Riley shrugged and tried to imagine the situation unfolding. "I don't know- maybe." He had to admit the fact that she hid it wasn't helping her case at the moment. "It's just... you keep calling her insane and I never see that, she's been doing a very good job at lying to me about this," What else could she be lying about? "You've told me that she's killed people- what, for fun? Why? This isn't the person I love." He paused, "Do you think I should be reacting differently to this?"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 14, 2012 17:17:49 GMT
Ah, here's the sticky part. Do I tell him what I know? Everything I know? Hell... I'm actually not sure how to answer the bit about 'why' she's killed people. Is it even really possible to soften the blow in this case? To twist the words, 'as I understand it, she decided of her own free will and with no outside pressure to join an elite gang of murderers solely so her family could cut the line at parties and have a room here with their name slapped on it' to sound less bad?
"Are you sure you want to hear this?" I ask, crossing my arms and leaning back. "Honestly, I don't know how you've never noticed -" Stupid, really. Though I didn't notice it either back when she was just the hyper girl in shop class who always called me Zee. "- but it might come as a shock, you know."
And then there's the bit where she murdered an innocent woman solely to o me a favor that I never asked for... which, come to think of it, might've been for Riley's benefit, too. But I doubt he wants to hear, 'Actually, I think the last murder was partly a favor to you - so you don't lose a friend and all that.' So maybe I should just say nothing.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Feb 16, 2012 4:46:49 GMT
Riley wasn't sure if he even expected an answer, but he did recognize that getting one would be nice- at least, if it weren't sarcastic. A sarcastic reply would be both pointless and irritating to him at the moment. Then again, a real answer probably wouldn't be much better.
He could only assume that she just acted differently around him... and how could that be the real her if the other her was off killing people for amusement? He didn't understand how she could so easily be fine after doing the things she did- whatever those things actually were.
Riley contemplated his choice and nodded in reply, "I want to know."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 16, 2012 5:03:40 GMT
I eye him again as if trying to decide if he can take this... then shrugging and thinking, what the hell. At the least it might be nice to enlighten the kid so he doesn't go off punching people who don't necessarily deserve it.
"Well, first, you should know that there are three types of Chosi," I say slowly, ticking them off on my fingers. "There're the ones who never wanted to be but whose parents were threatening to kill them - that's me; there're the ones who don't know what they're getting into it until it's too late - some think it's a club, some just think they can handle it 'til they find out the 'murder' thing isn't exactly hyperbole; and the third kind are psychotic to begin with and probably would've been murderers anyway. Like, say... Logan Andrews." I sneer without quite meaning to, then shake my head and continue.
"Pretty sure Riyann falls somewhere in between the second and third - just another idiot kid who wanted to be special or whatever, uphold the family name... and now, whether she likes it or not, she's stuck. She tries to back out now, they kill her. Or maybe they kill you, or threaten to.... So most of the time she just does what she's told 'cause the alternative is worse. And then sometimes she does it 'cause she's nuts." I shrug again, pausing to see just how much of this he's following.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Feb 16, 2012 5:27:24 GMT
Okay, so even if she did want to get out, she couldn't- every thing that Fitzy said made sense to him. Actually, he almost felt bad for punching him.
He sighed and took a step back to lean against the wall of the room they were standing and slid down it until he was in the sitting position. So basically, he could be a jerk and break up with her- possibly witnessing this psychotic personality of hers, or he could try to help her. He really did know what to do and now he didn't know what to say. Part of him wished he had never found this out.
"I don't know what to do."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 16, 2012 5:35:01 GMT
I'm about to launch into the next stage of my monologue - the one about how being nuts is a common occupational hazard of being a teenage sadist/murderer and just how very many of us off ourselves and such... when Pearson has to ruin it by going into shock. I'm annoyed for just a second 'til I realize this is absurd, and shrug again.
"Welcome to the club, kid. It's about time you had your share of hardship."
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Post by Riley Pearson on Feb 17, 2012 5:40:50 GMT
Riley looked up to him. For some reason that last comment bothered him. He had had his share of hardships- taken Fitzy probably had more, some also probably to a greater extent than Riley, but to in a way hope someone else should experience it too... Riley didn't understand.
The funny thing is that over time he tried his best to stay away from the Chosi. For the most part, he found them easy to avoid and he hoped that if he stayed out of their business, they would stay out of his- kind of impossible now he knows about Riyann... he guessed that it was only a matter of time though.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 18, 2012 4:14:53 GMT
Okay, so that last comment was maybe moreso bitter rhetoric than strictly true or necessary.... I sigh deeply, shaking my head. "Sorry, that came out wrong." I shrug briefly. "Just saying... I don't know; weird that you're a senior here and this is your first dilemma, you know? Guess we're both having a look at how the other half lives."
Because I knew, in the abstract, that there were kids here who didn't even know anything was wrong... didn't lose friends or have to make hard decisions. Kids who, as far as their concerned, just go to an ordinary high school. But it's still a bit astounding to meet one in the flesh.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Feb 18, 2012 4:28:55 GMT
"Whatever," He replied with a shrug- his voice more so emotionless than anything. He mentioned that he thought it was strange how he was a senior and had just now come to an issue like this. "I knew about things, I avoided them. I thought I was doing a good job, but not so much." Really though, he had done a fairly good job- but going to this school was like swimming in a pool of hungry sharks, you were going to get bit eventually. Riley just lost an arm. "Obviously."
(lol i am so lame)
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 18, 2012 4:36:03 GMT
I snort out a laugh without meaning to - actually genuinely amused for reasons quite beyond my understanding - and have to shake my head again to clear it. "Sorry," I say again, still grinning faintly in my usual bitter way. "Just... in the same boat is all." I shrug.
I was handling things quite excellently up until I tried to be a better person. Then it just all went to hell.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Apr 14, 2012 1:36:24 GMT
He let out a small unamused chuckle himself and shook his head- honestly, none of this was remotely funny. Though maybe he could agree that the fact they were somewhat stuck in the same boat was kind of funny seeing as he never would have thought it would have happened.
"Never thought that would happen..."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Apr 14, 2012 1:46:52 GMT
I laugh again and almost smile briefly before feeling my face crack and wincing instead. Probably a good thing, r we'll just be sitting here laughing together like a couple of lunatics, when nothing's the faintest bit funny.
"No, not really," I say finally. "I take it you don't want to kill me any longer?"
Or maybe he does, and I shouldn't remind him.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Apr 14, 2012 1:53:02 GMT
Riley looks over to him when he speaks up again. "No, I still do-" Of course, he wouldn't do that- he barely kills bugs for Heaven's sake. "But I'm trying to keep in mind that you didn't actually..." kill her. He trailed off instead of finished the sentence. "You know. Doesn't mean that I like you though." Quite the contrary.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Apr 14, 2012 2:20:51 GMT
"Fair enough." I tilt my head in acknowledgment. I pause, looking down at my hands, mildly surprised to find myself holding the Stone. "I take it if I ever tell you she's in trouble, I can count on you to take me seriously and... I dunno, do something about it?" I add, looking up abruptly.
Logan did a fucking bang-up job... never should've asked him in the first place. Be nice to have somebody I could count on, other than myself since that's clearly useless....
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