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genessia2016-04-19 07:30 pm
offwithhishat) wrote in genessia2016-04-19 07:30 pm
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Who: Jefferson and YOU!
Where: Genessia City, near the Bay
When: April 19th
What: The Hatter is here, and he's kind of mad about it.
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He couldn't stop thinking about it.
Those first moments, seconds, minutes, that he had awoken in this place; they played in his head over and over, making less sense each time. It was as if his brain was stuck in a hopeless pattern like a broken record, reliving it all again and again as if somehow the 100th attempt at recollection would somehow bring meaning to the madness. But nothing did. How he had gotten here, why he had woken up in that strange contraption, what purpose the necklace served, what purpose this entire place served... he just didn't know. None of it registered as reality.
The only solid concept he could grasp was that he already hated Genessia.
Jefferson had so foolishly thought that he would finally get to live his life happily. To have his happy ending with his daughter who he had so long fought to have at his side again, but no. Of course a man like him could have no such ending. Not forever. Only long enough to trick him into thinking it would be.
He sat on the sidewalk outside the Bay for a very long time with his mind in that perpetual state of circular chaos, and he didn't care to pay much mind to what was going on around him. Occasionally he would lift his head and hope that he would see his little girl there, only to curse himself for daring to wish she was ripped from her home again just to be with him.
To anyone passing by, he likely looked a mess. He didn't have a clue as to how he would react to strangers at this point. In fact, there was only one damn thing he did know: again, he was trapped in a realm where he didn't belong, and it made him insane.
Where: Genessia City, near the Bay
When: April 19th
What: The Hatter is here, and he's kind of mad about it.
--
He couldn't stop thinking about it.
Those first moments, seconds, minutes, that he had awoken in this place; they played in his head over and over, making less sense each time. It was as if his brain was stuck in a hopeless pattern like a broken record, reliving it all again and again as if somehow the 100th attempt at recollection would somehow bring meaning to the madness. But nothing did. How he had gotten here, why he had woken up in that strange contraption, what purpose the necklace served, what purpose this entire place served... he just didn't know. None of it registered as reality.
The only solid concept he could grasp was that he already hated Genessia.
Jefferson had so foolishly thought that he would finally get to live his life happily. To have his happy ending with his daughter who he had so long fought to have at his side again, but no. Of course a man like him could have no such ending. Not forever. Only long enough to trick him into thinking it would be.
He sat on the sidewalk outside the Bay for a very long time with his mind in that perpetual state of circular chaos, and he didn't care to pay much mind to what was going on around him. Occasionally he would lift his head and hope that he would see his little girl there, only to curse himself for daring to wish she was ripped from her home again just to be with him.
To anyone passing by, he likely looked a mess. He didn't have a clue as to how he would react to strangers at this point. In fact, there was only one damn thing he did know: again, he was trapped in a realm where he didn't belong, and it made him insane.
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Jefferson probably would have laughed at her comparison had she voiced it. Not the kind of laugh where you thought something was actually funny, but more like that kind of unhinged laughter that he couldn't stop when the irony of something was too much for him to handle.
Eventually, though, he ended up paying the price for being negligent to his surroundings by walking right into her.
"Sorry." He mumbled almost as if he was unfazed, his response so very different than how he would act normally.
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The harshness of her voice shocked her, but she paid it no mind. Then again, she had to be nice to the guy, he did look like he was about to lose his fuckin' crackers after all. Probably had a circus family or something with that getup, but then again, was she any better in her spider web printed, midriff-baring jumpsuit and bright ass lime green hair?
"I-I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to be such a bitch." She shrugged off her self-deprecating comment with a laugh. "You just ended up here too or what?"
With such a reaction to everything, it was bound to be more likely than not, but better to ask then assume.
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He shook his head as if to dismiss the comment she had made about herself. Surely he wasn't the only one taking this all harshly.
"I did." He swallowed heavily in an obviously nervous manner, not sure how to proceed with someone who seemed like such a wildcard. "I meant it when I said I was sorry."
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"Hey, it's fine," she coughed out, covering her mouth before letting her palm hold her head up. The fact he had seemingly ignored her question miffed her beyond belief, but maybe he was jut hard of hearing or something. "All we can do is just suck it up and handle it, I guess. I don't know where to begin but it shouldn't be too hard. If I survived prison, I can survive this."
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The heavy tension hanging in the air could have been cut straight through with a knife. Most of it was probably coming from him considering just how not right he felt, but he was going to do the best he could to keep himself somewhere in the realm of normalcy at least until this encounter ended.
"Have you looked in the box yet?" He only barely caught himself from clenching his jaw with how unsettled he felt.