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Demon Marcus, Sunday

Yeah, Sparkle was here. He was here mostly because the bars didn't open first thing in the morning and he couldn't stand to be in his room any more. He wasn't doing anything. He'd pulled up a chair behind the counter and was mostly just staring at the stock around him. Occasionally he felt the urge to just... something. Break things. Something.

He didn't, though.

He did, from time to time, just slam his fists down on the countertop before retreating into the back room for a few minutes, here and there. Whether it was to drink some of Callie's old alcohol stash, cry, or throw up was his business and nobody else's.

[OOC: Open store, but Sparks isn't going to be terribly helpful today.]

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"Gone," Sparkle mumbled, clinging to the bottle for dear life and taking a deep swallow before even trying to go on. "Left a window open and her pjs on the floor, split at the seams. Took some of my clothes. Probably some adult from around the island happy to be rid of the fucked-up kid that couldn't keep who the hell he was straight from week to week."

There had been a drawing, her and Velcro and him, labelled 'My family.'

He'd clutched to it and sobbed for most of the night.

"Mia?"

Sparkle hadn't met her, but he still remembered hearing about her on the radio. If it was this bad losing a kid sister he'd had for maybe a month now, losing a daughter...

"Shit." Kenzi didn't know anyone named Amelia on the Island. But Sparkle was probably right. And if the squirrels hadn't caught whoever it was leaving his place, they'd never know for sure.

She remembered how happy Amelia had been with that pink tutu. And then he asked about Mia, and she sobbed, shaking her head.

"Nothing. Nada. Not even her stuffed m-monkey, and..." She had to pause to grab a pair of silk socks and wipe her face and her nose. She was never a pretty crier. Especially not when drunk. "It's worse than those stupid future-kid weekends because she's a never-kid. Damnit. Need more booze please."

Not even a maybe-kid. Sparkle nodded a little and held the bottle back out for her.

"I got a never-family," he offered, quietly. "Tried phoning them this morning. What kind of fucking idiot tries to phone his adoptive parents that never adopted, right?"

They'd adopted his big sister by blood, too. Some other him still had Carla in his life. The family he phoned... didn't. Some other snot-nosed shitty teen had answered and it didn't matter how polite she'd actually been to him while he was talking to her like a crazy person, Sparkle loathed her. Loathed her so damn much.

"Oh, fuck." That really didn't cover it, not enough. Kenzi hiccuped again, stunned by that thought. Poor Sparkle. She smeared more mascara over her face, trying to wipe at her eyes. Screw it.

Hugs! All the hugs! "They were -- it's their loss, those guys who didn't adopt you. Seriously. I just. I can't." Hugging! MORE HUGGING!

Edited 2014-03-30 17:20 (UTC)

Sparkle wasn't completely convinced that they were the ones missing out. He was the one who was standing around and passing a bottle of vodka back and forth with his fellow fucked-over Torontonian Russian-Canadian punk-thief.

"I propose we get really, really fucking drunk, and then stumble around town breaking into the homes of anybody that's actually happy right now so we can punch them in the face."

Normally he'd just steal their pepper shakers and shoelaces and other useless crap. Nope. Today seemed like a good day for face-punching.

"'Kay. Okay." Kenzi sniffled, and took a long pull off the vodka. "Oh. OH! And, if we find that guy, that guy who maybe did this? We turn him into shark-bait."

Not even remotely kidding.

"I would be perfectly okay with tying his feet to a large rock and throwing him off the causeway," Sparkle murmured. And then sniffled a little, himself. And then winced and shuddered and made grabby hands at the bottle again. "Oh god oh god oh god..."

There were not coherent words out there to express such heartfelt sentiments as, 'I ate so many people over the course of the past week.'

"Drink your medicine," Kenzi said, because she didn't need to know the details to know that this kind of week had left him needing to forget. She swayed a little, then slid down to the floor. "Fucking ballerina life."

That was easier to remember than the craptastic choices she made as Mia's mom.

"Fucking college applications," Sparkle agreed, and then downed another swig of vodka.

...

"Did we audition for that Boards thing?"

"Shit. Yes." Kenzi thumped her head against the wall behind her. "...goddamnit. I don't wanna bail on the Count."

If that was going forward. Maybe it wouldn't? Maybe they'd luck out?

"More vodka, da." She sniffled. "I'm a shitty mom. Just. Terrible. You were better at taking care of Amelia than I was of Mia." Gulp. Sniff.

"Don't even say that," Sparkle cautioned waving the mostly empty bottle at her. "I lost her for a few days back there, you know. She... she got pissed off I wouldn't let her go and shoot, like, fucking dinosaurs alone and took off when I went for a piss. Some Elsa chick said she'd bring her back but she never did come home on her own."

He glowered angrily at the bottle.

"Bet you didn't have to go looking for Mia in an alleyway full of raptors because she decided you were a big stupid liar."

"Nooo, I begged the Principal to deliver food 'cause I was too shit-scared to go outside for three days in this new shiiiiny island I found for me an' my daughter." Kenzi reached for the bottle again, tears leaking out of her eyes. "Crap. Not your fault. Amelia's all independent and thinking she's ... a superhero or something. She loved you."

"Yeah, well, your new shiny island wasn't actively trying to kill you when you showed up."

Sparkle didn't want to even touch that 'loved you' part with a ten foot pole. It hurt too damn much.

"This place is too fucked-up. Why are we even still here?"

"Cool people?" Kenzi suggested. She handed over the last of the vodka. "Canada's cold?"

Yeah, that didn't seem like enough right now. They should take all the cool people and go far, far away. Maybe Fiji.

"We get nice summers, though."

Toronto was good for that.

"Like it fucking matters any more. Island's got its hands on us, it'll follow us to the ends of the goddamn Earth if we leave, won't it?"

"Crap." Probably? Maybe?

"I--" Kenzi finished that sentence by grabbing a garbage can and dry-heaving into it for a minute. "--gonna need some water."

"Yeah... C'mon. Bring that with you."

There was running water in the bathroom, at least. The tapwater here was okay to drink. Added bonus, he wouldn't have to clean out the garbage can.

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