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rootaccess) wrote2016-08-22 04:15 am
rootaccess) wrote2016-08-22 04:15 am
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FOR: OUTOFCONTROL
Darlene could have waited around for Elliot to actually arrive back at his apartment, in the way that a normal sibling would have. She could have even shot off a text to the other to at least warn him that she was coming by, but that was another thing that a normal sister would have done and Darlene had long since proved that she was nothing that could have been considered a ‘normal sister’. But, when it all came down to it, were the Aldersons really a normal family to begin with? No, they hadn’t been for as long as Darlene could remember and they probably wouldn’t ever be again. Not with how much had gone on over the course of the years; the cold and uncaring attitude of their mother, the untimely and sudden death of their father, the slow deteriorating of Elliot’s sanity and eventual forgetting of… everything.
Normalcy was long gone, she’d come to terms with that.
So, what did Darlene the not-so-normal-sister decide to do instead of alerting her brother to her sudden arrival? Break in to his place, of course. Wasn’t that what any good sibling did when they wanted to order pizza, get high and watch cheap horror flicks? What she hadn’t been expecting when she’d finally managed to jimmy the lock open (a new one that Elliot had installed, probably in hopes that it would prevent her from doing exactly what she was doing at the moment.) was to see someone already sitting in her spot on the couch.
Was she in the wrong building?
Was she on the wrong floor?
Had she just broken into the entirely wrong apartment?
No. It couldn’t be. It looked just the right amount of shitty apartment to belong to none other than Elliot Alderson. But the guy that was on the couch… was not the wide-eyed, shifty figure of her brother.
“Uh. Okay... Who the hell are you?” She questioned, kicking the door closed with her foot, a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses pushed up onto the top of her head so that she could look at this mystery person without the dark tint of her lenses obscuring her vision.
Normalcy was long gone, she’d come to terms with that.
So, what did Darlene the not-so-normal-sister decide to do instead of alerting her brother to her sudden arrival? Break in to his place, of course. Wasn’t that what any good sibling did when they wanted to order pizza, get high and watch cheap horror flicks? What she hadn’t been expecting when she’d finally managed to jimmy the lock open (a new one that Elliot had installed, probably in hopes that it would prevent her from doing exactly what she was doing at the moment.) was to see someone already sitting in her spot on the couch.
Was she in the wrong building?
Was she on the wrong floor?
Had she just broken into the entirely wrong apartment?
No. It couldn’t be. It looked just the right amount of shitty apartment to belong to none other than Elliot Alderson. But the guy that was on the couch… was not the wide-eyed, shifty figure of her brother.
“Uh. Okay... Who the hell are you?” She questioned, kicking the door closed with her foot, a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses pushed up onto the top of her head so that she could look at this mystery person without the dark tint of her lenses obscuring her vision.
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"Right," he muttered to himself as he sat cross-legged on the floor, snatching up the bag on his way down. "Now this is happening. I dunno what any of this is, the people where I sleep smoke shit or shoot it right into their veins, not this." Wait - he shook it all to one side, then arched an eyebrow. "Except weed. Obviously I know weed."
He glanced from one of them to the other like he kept finding himself doing since Elliot had gotten home, like he was constantly watching a tennis match. "So? Recommendations?"
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The switch very temporarily switched. It'd probably hit him ten times as hard soon enough. He probably wouldn't sleep much tonight. The price you pay for moments like this.
He kept his eyes on the other two except when he leaned to snort the line he'd set out carefully. He cleared his throat slightly before leaning back again. "And that movie still sounds even more awful now, Darlene."
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“Okay, listen and listen good, because this is the kind of shit they don’t teach you but they really should. Those colorful little pills are Molly, they’ll make you feel pretty good, but it’ll probably get kinda weird and you’ll keep asking us to touch you and that’s not really a road I wanna go down today — we just met. There’s a couple prescription meds in there; they’ve all pretty much got the names on them; Xanax and Ambien will knock you out, unless you can stay awake and then you’ll feel pretty good. Adderall will keep you up, kinda like speed. The white powder stuff is for Elliot. He’s got some coke there if you wanna try that. And… there might be a tab of acid in there, if you’re feeling like really tripping balls."
Darlene rattled off the drugs without a moment of hesitation — proving that this was in no way her first foray into the world of illicit substances, which could both be seen as a good and bad thing. But better to have someone well versed in the world of recreational drug use than someone who knew absolutely nothing, right? “Well, too fuckin’ bad. I brought it and unless you got anything better lying around here, then Prophecy it is."
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"I'm not dropping acid," he snickered, imagining how he could react if he hallucinated the wrong thing - the apartment building would go up in seconds, and that'd be a promise to Elliot broken and him back out on the streets. Or in jail, since they'd probably collar him for arson at long last with so many potential witnesses. "Trust me, it's a bad idea, at least indoors."
Even if he was starting to loosen up with Darlene, he wasn't quite ready to tell her he was a mutant yet. He was still quite surprised by how quickly he'd revealed it to Elliot; something about Elliot's blasé reactions to everything made him seem very trustworthy, or at least like he wouldn't even remember for longer than a few minutes.
Finally, he fished out the tablets of Xanax, eyeballing them curiously. Well, he fell asleep without warning his first night here, it wouldn't be that embarrassing if he did it again. Probably the least embarrassing of all the options. He just really didn't want to make an ass of himself in front of what were obviously experienced drug users, make himself look like even more of a child.
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Even without hacking him he'd slowly started to figure him out. Not as thoroughly as he could with a hack but enough.
"I still have the Matrix movies," yes, it'd taken him that long to think of something better than the Prophecy but honestly were those movies that much better? Maybe not.
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Yes. Darlene was attempting to be a good host in a house that wasn’t hers. But that was just Darlene, wasn’t it? She tended to take ownership over whatever place that her body currently occupied and in that moment it was Elliot’s apartment.
Once more she leaned over in her chair to reach the table a short distance away, tossing what little was left of the end of her joint into the ashtray before scooping up a generous amount of the cocaine onto her index finger, and then immediately rubbing it along her top gum line — her entire mouth beginning to tingle in a way that sent a shiver through her body. Her movements already feeling lazy and slowed thanks to the weed that she’d burned through in what could have been considered record time, and she knew that the newly added stimulant would make for a kind of concoction that she was craving at the moment. A paradox that would have her heart and body racing at top speed, but her mind steps behind trying to catch up.
“Whatever, they’re all shit movies. Where are they?” In one fluid motion, she pushed herself up out of the chair, hands poised on her hips as her head turned on a swivel to glance around the apartment — as though the movies would have had some kind of neon sign above them that indicated their location.
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As much as the flash of temper probably looked ridiculous, there was also very real, very irrational and dangerous fury behind it. Elliot knew a bit of what he could do. Darlene didn't, but she was used to a certain kind of madness with him as a brother, so maybe she could sniff out John's madness as well. He was mollified by the kindness that had already been shown to him here, but only so much; he could still turn on a dime, and in that moment it definitely showed, like a tamed stray dog suddenly showing too much teeth when someone got close.
He swallowed the Xanax dry, then pulled his lighter out of his pocket again and started to play with it. Not the incessant clink-clank, because he didn't trust himself to open it, just turning it around and around in the fingers of one hand.
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He rolled his eyes, rubbing his forehead with his free hand and glancing at John again.
"can you two cut the shit out though. I'm having a good night for once," he might've been a bit petulant himself but good nights like this were few and had gotten fewer with how things had changed in recent times, before even John showed up on the doorstep.
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“Look, John. It’s not meant to be an insult or something, calm your shit down a little bit. I get it, you’re a big boy and you tie your own shoes and everything. Don’t take it to heart, got me?” She raised her voice a little, but simply because her back was now to the both of them and she wanted to ensure that she was heard — because if there as anything that Darlene wouldn’t stand for it was talking and not being heard. As though every word that came out of her mouth was of the utmost importance and couldn’t be missed.
And, hello. It was.
“Geesh. You think you’d be a little nicer to somebody who so graciously let you have your pick of their drugs. You dunno the kinda shit I had to do for those.” Darlene tried to sound as ominous as possible, like she had risked life and limb for the little goodie bag that John had been searching through, when in reality she had actually done next to nothing for it. “A-ha! I think these are it.” She called from where she was ducked down and searching through a stack of DVD cases in one corner, most of which were unlabeled bootlegs they had downloaded and burned themselves.
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When she called out that she had found the movies, he slammed the lid of his lighter back down way too fast before she could turn around and pocketed it again.
"Never seen the Matrix movies before. Are they any good?" He sounded a bit more amicable now, at least.
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"Not all that great but Darlene completely loves them. She made me go to every pawn shop in the city until I found the second one."
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It wasn't by far the weirdest thing that she'd been presented with in her life. And, besides, Elliot was weird, maybe he just naturally attracted just as weird people. Like some kind of beacon or bat-signal.
"The first one is actually pretty good, but they turn to absolute shit by the end ." She smiled, her head tilted to the side as she batted her eyelashes at Elliot, as though it was some kind of form of appreciation for her brother. And, in Darlene's own special way, it was. "I didn't make you, you're just so sweet on your precious little sister that you couldn't help but want to make me happy by searching until you did."
Yeah. That was a complete lie. She'd forced him to 100%.
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John had given up on the idea of family being worthwhile so long ago that he couldn't quite work his way up to jealousy or envy. Maybe there was something a bit wistful in his expression as he watched them banter, but - that also could've been the drugs slowing him down already. He didn't really know.
"How old are you two?" He asked suddenly, because Darlene calling herself little sister made him newly curious. The tiny details he didn't know about Elliot were kind of incredible, if not as incredible as how little Elliot knew about him compared to what he could've with a solid hacking session.
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"28."
It was a simple answer and he brought the cigarette to his lips again. "Darlene's actually 3 years old. Pretty tall for her age."
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“It’s true. The doctors were all amazed at how fast I matured. I’m a real miracle case, they’re gonna do a Discovery Channel special on me soon.” She laughed, moving to where Elliot’s television and DVD player were, turning both of them on and plopping herself on the floor in front of them both, waiting for the DVD player to finish the process of actually turning on — for some reason, the more advanced that technology became the longer it took for things to be usable. — finding a stray piece of trash on the floor and tossing it blindly over her shoulder at Elliot.
Likely missing him. She wasn’t some kind of athlete, after all. Nor was she actually looking where she was throwing.
“25."
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He liked it better this way. He'd never been one to let many people into his circle of esteem, to put it very mildly: more accurately put, he hated pretty much everyone. But the Aldersons were alright.
God, he was relaxed. The information that had scrolled constantly across his mind like a news ticker since he'd turned 12 years old - temperatures and potential combustion rates of everything in range, hot spots he could likely manipulate, actual points of ignition like Elliot's cigarette standing out as white-hot pinpoints in his awareness - all of that suddenly seemed to be moving through molasses. A distant smile twisting his lips, he turned around so that his back was facing the couch and leaned back against it, quite close to Elliot's legs but not actually touching them. He was unusually quiet, and had been for a little while aside from his odd questions.
"This is fucking awesome," he finally said in a low, sleepy monotone, not really clarifying just what was so awesome, but it was pretty obvious. Compared to his usual aggressive, probing energy, the air John gave off now was nearly comatose.