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shifted_logs2010-03-02 09:24 pm
madamemoiselle.livejournal.com) wrote in shifted_logs2010-03-02 09:24 pm
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two crazy whores I MEAN
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measureslunacy and madamemoiselle
Where: Arkham Asylum
When: After her log with the Master
What: Diva finally returns to the asylum.
Warnings: They will bitch at each other, but probably nothing that bad.
It was hardest to return. She had promised herself when Eddie had released her that she would return in a week, no more. But one week had become two, two became three, and Diva had stayed out of the asylum for almost two months. It was easy to stay out. All she had to do was take a ghost's face and she was no one but a face in a crowd. The asylum and the government had no way to track her once she changed her appearance, not really. Diva considered on the second week to just become someone else. Amshel had taught her enough about such things. Take a face, start a new life, and everything would be different. She would have no choice but to be a normal human.
But she couldn't.
She couldn't help but feel the guilt every day she was out. Of course, she felt it every day she was in, too, but it was worse now. She could imagine Sam's face so clearly as he disapproved of her leaving. That was why she had to go back. But this time, she told herself, she wouldn't let Arkham belittle her so.
And so Diva sat in his office's chair, its back to the door. She looked through some of the papers that had been left on the desk with idle curiosity as she waited for him to come back.
It was the only time she would ever be glad that she drank his blood. It was hard, even painful, to take his form because of the restrictions the Twins had placed, but as long as she didn't speak, the guards hadn't known any better. It wasn't really that clever, all things considered, but she was quite proud of herself nonetheless and glad that the guards hadn't learned any better.
She just hoped Arkham would come back soon. There was only so much paper work she could read.
measureslunacy and madamemoiselleWhere: Arkham Asylum
When: After her log with the Master
What: Diva finally returns to the asylum.
Warnings: They will bitch at each other, but probably nothing that bad.
It was hardest to return. She had promised herself when Eddie had released her that she would return in a week, no more. But one week had become two, two became three, and Diva had stayed out of the asylum for almost two months. It was easy to stay out. All she had to do was take a ghost's face and she was no one but a face in a crowd. The asylum and the government had no way to track her once she changed her appearance, not really. Diva considered on the second week to just become someone else. Amshel had taught her enough about such things. Take a face, start a new life, and everything would be different. She would have no choice but to be a normal human.
But she couldn't.
She couldn't help but feel the guilt every day she was out. Of course, she felt it every day she was in, too, but it was worse now. She could imagine Sam's face so clearly as he disapproved of her leaving. That was why she had to go back. But this time, she told herself, she wouldn't let Arkham belittle her so.
And so Diva sat in his office's chair, its back to the door. She looked through some of the papers that had been left on the desk with idle curiosity as she waited for him to come back.
It was the only time she would ever be glad that she drank his blood. It was hard, even painful, to take his form because of the restrictions the Twins had placed, but as long as she didn't speak, the guards hadn't known any better. It wasn't really that clever, all things considered, but she was quite proud of herself nonetheless and glad that the guards hadn't learned any better.
She just hoped Arkham would come back soon. There was only so much paper work she could read.
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She smiled as she watched him move to the window. It wasn't a malicious smile, but instead teasing and playful. Diva was glad to hear the anger since it was especially hard to inspire in him. It was a game that even she knew that many of the inmates played with Jeremiah, and she was glad to be a part of it.
But her teasing smile fell as he asked, though she knew it would come. Partially, she knew the answer. There was guilt, but something else, too. It was something deeper than guilt imprinted upon her by an especially moral human, but that was so much harder to admit to even herself. After all, it was like the Doctor said. There were people on the Plane that were willing enough to take care of her and to hide her away from her own world. Remus especially would have likely been glad to, she was almost sure, and she could have lived a life with him in a world full of magic and wonder. But she hadn't.
Diva tried to match his lightness in tone, but she couldn't manage quite the same level of indifference. "I probably shouldn't have, really. I'm sure that you'll still treat me awfully and refuse my existence just like sister, but...this is where I should be, isn't it?"
It was essentially a noncommittal and nonspecific answer, but there was so much more than that. Living alone, she felt just as abandoned and lost as she had the day that Sam left. Her leave being punctuated with a visit from a man who shared Sam's face but with danger that she couldn't understand had only made it worse. She knew, if he had asked, she would have done anything for the Master, just to hear the praise in his voice or to continue to see him. Ironically, it was because of Sam that the idea scared her at all.