(no subject)

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

The necklace I wear all the time doesn't really belong to me even though it has my name on it. It's my mother's. She had it made when I was born to bring her good luck. I like to think it worked until someone stabbed her in the chest with a katana right in front of me. I was five. I still can't remember his face to this day even though we were looking right at each other. The doctors said when I was a kid that my subconscious was trying to protect me...

I'm getting off topic.

Anyways, she survived for about a minute afterward. I did everything I could think of to stop the bleeding but, we both knew what was going to happen next. So she gave it to me for good luck and died.

I don't know why I'm sharing this story with all of you. I'm going to guess it's a virus. I haven't bothered checking the community to know for sure one way or another. I don't really care about it either as long as we don't have to talk about her. She was the only person in the world who could make me truly happy before I met Bruce, Matt, and Candy. 

 

My time with her is my business alone. I expect all of you to respect that even if the community doesn't.

Comments

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

It's a virus.

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

Good to know everyone else is sharing pointless life stories.

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

It's been kind of interesting to watch so far.

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

Really? Got any recommended readings?

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't want to single anyone out. You just have to see for yourself.

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

I'll be sure to browse around then. I'm guessing it skipped you over for now?

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

Now we just hope it sticks.

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

For what it's worth I'm rooting for you. I'd hate for the community to make you ramble on about your life of domestic bliss.

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

Is that what you'd call it?

[t-point-man.livejournal.com]

... I'm sorry.

Do you want to go out, have some coffee, stay away from the comm and try to forget this day existed? And by coffee I mean drinks.

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

Yeah. That'd be great right about now.

[t-point-man.livejournal.com]

Perfect. Your world of mine? I rather come to yours, if you don't mind. [So he can avoid Eames.]

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

My world works. [Worldhopping away when she's obviously upset looks too suspicious right now.]

[t-point-man.livejournal.com]

I will be there shortly. Where do you want to meet?

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

[Insert an address for some classy, exclusive New York bar here.]

See you in an hour?

[t-point-man.livejournal.com]

[That works.]

See you.

[>Action.]

true to his word, there he is. he sits next to her and orders a bourbon, then looks at her.] What would you like to drink?

[action]

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

[Elektra shrugs. She never cared for alcohol but, now was as good a time as any to have some.]

Some wine. I really don't care what kind.

[itsadeadmansparty]

And why am I not in that list?

[Hey, you don't want to talk about her, so he'll talk about himself. :D???]

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

[Such a bro, Owen.]

You amuse me more than you make me happy. Sorry. I wasn't making a list of people who made me laugh because you'd definitely make the top of it.

[itsadeadmansparty]

Laughter is happiness, though!

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

Fine. Consider yourself retroactively added to the list.

[itsadeadmansparty]

Thank you.

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. Now you can confess how much you love me and Candy any time now.

[itsadeadmansparty]

You'll never get it out of me.

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

One of these days the community will make you spill. I'll try not to say I told you so.