Juliet (Grell Sutcliffe) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
esoteric_rose) wrote2009-09-25 06:41 am
esoteric_rose) wrote2009-09-25 06:41 am
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I'm out of the elevator.
And my arm is better, it seems.
*visible for a few minutes, then struck out*
Why...what the hell was I thinking? Now I want to go see him and apologize, but that probably means nothing. I'm so heartless. If he wanted to hit me I'd let him. I'd deserve it. But I still want to talk...
*written hesitantly, a little shaky* Stoneface. If you're reading this...I'd like to talk.
And my arm is better, it seems.
*visible for a few minutes, then struck out*
*written hesitantly, a little shaky* Stoneface. If you're reading this...I'd like to talk.
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(log, quicklog, handwave?)
[Let us QUICKLOG IT ♥]
Truth be told, Stoneface doesn't want to meet up with Juliet, doesn't want to hear the myriad of explanations and excuses that may come with it, doesn't want to see any of the people who were in the elevator with him. Despite this, he doesn't feel as if he has much of a choice in the matter. Juliet strikes him as a rumbling kettle, ready to explode in an ear-shattering whistle at any moment. It's practically his responsibility to hear the man out so he doesn't take out his anger by slapping other people instead of himself.
So Stoneface stares listlessly up into the darkening sky, wishing, not for the last time, that he could be underneath the naked sky instead of the Sphere, and he waits.]
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He didn't want to talk to Stoneface, though his shame forced him into it. He couldn't just walk away like that and leave people hating him, especially someone like Stoneface. It was fear that drove him there.
He doesn't know exactly what he will say. "The reason I acted like such a heartless harlot was because in my past life I was Jack the Ripper and it kicks in every now and then"? He wasn't trying to have excuses, but all he could think of was them.
Juliet approaches the Hatchery, the wind blowing. He had dressed more masculine this time, with a short sleeved white shirt and black pants. The bandages were off, revealing a thin line down his arm where the injury had been.
He sees Stoneface and hesitantly approaches.}
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Right, lad, this here's Juliet. Remember that, will you? We're going to have a chat, so you look after the Hatchery. The next two oughtta come to relieve you in a few minutes.
[He didn't choose this time and place by accident, after all. It's useful to have somebody know exactly where and with whom you've gone with, just in case. Furthermore, he can say confidently that he's far more comfortable plodding around at night, where shadows are more visible, sounds are more tangible.
He puffs on his cigar and nods his head at Juliet, telling him to follow him.]
Come, [he says, walking away from the Hatchery.] Let's have a little walk.
[He stays silent, apparently content to simply walk through the streets, not bothering to explicitly stare at the man beside him.]
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...I don't mean to view death with a distance. I never wanted to. And I didn't, until I started regaining my memories. They...show a different person.
I'm desperate to know why. How I can be so radically different from my memories here, be...stable. It's not acceptable to just take it.
...When I see something like that, I don't feel the heartbreak, the anger, the sympathy. It's more...viewing it for entertainment, almost. I wish I could feel what people usually do...it's almost like I'm jaded from what I know I did.
It's not how I want to be.
{This was less an explanation and more just a tell-Stoneface-about-Jules moment, but it was the best thing he could say. He absently ran a hand through his hair.}
I'l go through a lot not to.
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He realizes, in some abstract form, that this is Juliet spilling out what he knows to be his life's story. As far as he's concerned, all this means is that Juliet was a bastard in his previous life and couldn't come to terms with it, made excuses and faked compassion.
That's Juliet's problem, and he doesn't care. As long as the man keeps to himself and doesn't go on a killing rampage, it's none of his concern. It was, in the elevator, but not any more.
He is expected to say something, though; this is for his own benefit, after all. Stoneface blows a plume of smoke into the air to gain more time, then speaks.]
Compassion's not exactly something you can create, or fake. Memories or not, you are what you are and being jaded's no excuse.
[He should know. He's not that monster with two swords in the memory, and he knows that as well as he knows anything. It's just one part of him, one that he keeps heavily leashed. Some people don't have that strength. Does Juliet?]
I hope you don't plan on viewing it as entertainment here, [he says lightly, but a hint of menace creeps into his voice.]
Is that all?
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Compassion..can it be suppressed unconsciously...by actions as shinigami?{this is very quiet, the last part almost inaudible, and Stoneface could miss it if he wasn't paying attention.}
...I don't plan on it. At all.
{He glances off, face unreadable.}
Pretty much.
I can't say anything else...nothing else that means even a shred of anything.
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Compassion is compassion, [he says, simply. He's always been a simple man, and often thinks to himself that he's really not cut out for any of the inner politics that seem to pervade his life; even the secrets of the tree seem to be simpler than that.] It's there or it's not. What's a shinigami? [Was he a murderer? A criminal? Stoneface suspects he was. Nobody who isn't weathered could have watched that battlefield with a smile.
It reminds him of something. It's sickeningly familiar, and Stoneface doesn't like it, and just looking at Juliet, he remembers how badly he wanted to wipe that smile off his face.
But now, wallowing in his own brand of self-pity, Juliet seems anything but emotionless, so there's that. Compassion is a term Stoneface uses loosely, and it's not one he's too sure of himself. What he does know is that people oughtn't smile at death.]
And as long as you don't commit any crimes, your actions are none of my business. But I will say that if somebody kinder than myself catches you smiling at their problems, well, they may not be so forgiving. [This is accompanied by the traces of a humorless grin on his face.]
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If he confessed...he couldn't. Stoneface would kill him on the spot.
He can't lie either. Something tells him the man would know.
...Half-truth, it is.}
...Shinigami...that was my former job.