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OOM: Gotham, IV
Jan. 17th, 2006 02:57 pmDrifting.
She wants Jason. She wants HOME. She wonders idly when home ever got to be a bar at the end of the universe, instead of a run-down shack in the suburbs or a cave under Gotham's most lavish mansion, but she hasn't got the focus any more to follow a train of thought for much longer than that.
She can't find anything to touch, and the nameless brightness is calling her more and more loudly every day. And she really doesn't want to go.
She flees, instead, pouring herself into living, experiencing as much of Gotham as her dreamlike ethereality will let her; and always keeping an eye out for that face in the crowd, that hood in the shadows, her one touchstone with reality.
It's about time to admit she needs help.
She wants Jason. She wants HOME. She wonders idly when home ever got to be a bar at the end of the universe, instead of a run-down shack in the suburbs or a cave under Gotham's most lavish mansion, but she hasn't got the focus any more to follow a train of thought for much longer than that.
She can't find anything to touch, and the nameless brightness is calling her more and more loudly every day. And she really doesn't want to go.
She flees, instead, pouring herself into living, experiencing as much of Gotham as her dreamlike ethereality will let her; and always keeping an eye out for that face in the crowd, that hood in the shadows, her one touchstone with reality.
It's about time to admit she needs help.
