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fandomtownies2017-04-09 11:12 am
soniaroadsqueen) wrote in fandomtownies2017-04-09 11:12 am
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The Park, Late Sunday Morning
Crazy Apple was sitting on a park bench, her legs folded beneath her in silence. Her breathing started off slow and steady, almost like she was meditating or something.
The thing about Crazy Apple was that she knew she wasn't really some sort of other personality of Ringo's. Not in the way people usually meant when they talked about that sort of thing. It wasn't the same sort of thing as what Agito and Akito had back home. Neither of them really remembered much of what the other had done, leaving some odd fuzzy areas in both of their memories. But Crazy Apple knew everything Ringo had done, and Ringo, underneath it all, could see and hear what Crazy Apple did.
Crazy Apple was who Ringo became when she felt overwhelmed and couldn't deal with the things she was seeing or doing, but she kept seeing and doing whatever it was, which meant she'd either have to deal with it eventually or keep being Crazy Apple.
Still, Crazy Apple was independent enough to make decisions, and while she wasn't particularly interested in what Ringo ultimately decided to do, she still had little ways to influence that sort of thing. Like what she was doing now: sitting still, clearing her mind of distractions, leaving herself with few ways to avoid mulling over the thoughts swirling in her head.
Or maybe you can start dealing with your own shit like the rest of us do, Ringo, Dante had said. Fake split personality bullshit ain't cute.
Her breathing slowly sped up, becoming a little more ragged, as unformed thoughts of outrage and betrayal and an undercurrent of shame and worry slowly swirled beneath the surface of Crazy Apple's active thoughts. Ringo's emotions. The ones she didn't want to deal with. They weren't enough to push Crazy Apple aside. Not enough to pull Ringo to the surface where she could curl up and cry herself out from too many competing feelings. So Crazy Apple continued to sit there, trying to keep her breathing under control and let those emotions keep swirling.
Wondering if anything would come of it.
[ooc: Open.]
The thing about Crazy Apple was that she knew she wasn't really some sort of other personality of Ringo's. Not in the way people usually meant when they talked about that sort of thing. It wasn't the same sort of thing as what Agito and Akito had back home. Neither of them really remembered much of what the other had done, leaving some odd fuzzy areas in both of their memories. But Crazy Apple knew everything Ringo had done, and Ringo, underneath it all, could see and hear what Crazy Apple did.
Crazy Apple was who Ringo became when she felt overwhelmed and couldn't deal with the things she was seeing or doing, but she kept seeing and doing whatever it was, which meant she'd either have to deal with it eventually or keep being Crazy Apple.
Still, Crazy Apple was independent enough to make decisions, and while she wasn't particularly interested in what Ringo ultimately decided to do, she still had little ways to influence that sort of thing. Like what she was doing now: sitting still, clearing her mind of distractions, leaving herself with few ways to avoid mulling over the thoughts swirling in her head.
Or maybe you can start dealing with your own shit like the rest of us do, Ringo, Dante had said. Fake split personality bullshit ain't cute.
Her breathing slowly sped up, becoming a little more ragged, as unformed thoughts of outrage and betrayal and an undercurrent of shame and worry slowly swirled beneath the surface of Crazy Apple's active thoughts. Ringo's emotions. The ones she didn't want to deal with. They weren't enough to push Crazy Apple aside. Not enough to pull Ringo to the surface where she could curl up and cry herself out from too many competing feelings. So Crazy Apple continued to sit there, trying to keep her breathing under control and let those emotions keep swirling.
Wondering if anything would come of it.
[ooc: Open.]
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Blame over a year of dealing with people like Kathy for his ability to be even remotely astute or able to use his words on that one.
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"Um. Like what?" She was, at least, willing to try, but she'd pretty clearly demonstrated that she wasn't that good at doing the right thing in situations like that.
And even if she hadn't fully recognized that fact yet, she was getting kind of close to that realization.
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Okay, that was terrible advice re: dealing with him for anybody who wasn't Anders.
"If I wanna talk, I'll talk."
Which was never.
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"It's hard," she said, voice soft. "It's hard asking all the time when no one really needs you."
As much as she'd hated a lot of the things that had come along with being the Thorn Queen back home, at least she'd felt like she was valuable to people.
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Yeah, he didn't really need her. But he wasn't someone who needed an awful lot of people to begin with, and he liked having her around.
"Well, you're asking because you care, right?" he said finally. "Not because you want to feel needed."
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She didn't want him to think otherwise.
"I just feel like, I don't know." She sighed. "Like it doesn't matter that I do, you know."
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"So you'd miss me if I disappeared or something?"
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Just don't taunt him with it later.
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She didn't actually say anything. She was smart enough to keep her mouth shut at that particular moment.
Don't expect that to last too long, Dante.
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"I managed to get some sleep, at least," she mumbled.
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Ringo glanced down.
"I mean, I know you've got other people." People he'd talk to first. "But. Just in case."
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Ringo stuck her tongue out at him.