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[Second Life] Pulling at my Skin (Revelations Post)
It was inevitable for all of them. Something would push them, there would be cracks, and then the truth would find its way in.
How it changed for each of them would be different, but the end result would be the same.
The world would change.
Because they would change.
[ooc: I figured out a really good way to organize this with help from chat rather than a big messy communal post or spamming the comm with individual posts. Post each character with a blank tag with just the character's name in the subject. Underneath it, run as many subthreads for events as you need to set up for your specific character's change back. Hiccup's will be up as an example.]
How it changed for each of them would be different, but the end result would be the same.
The world would change.
Because they would change.
[ooc: I figured out a really good way to organize this with help from chat rather than a big messy communal post or spamming the comm with individual posts. Post each character with a blank tag with just the character's name in the subject. Underneath it, run as many subthreads for events as you need to set up for your specific character's change back. Hiccup's will be up as an example.]
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Very carefully, Harold reached out a hand and snagged Kang's arm, only letting go of the other bar when he had a good grip--and nearly tripping and falling anyway, but Kang managed to get him down to his feet.
His skin was ice-cold to the touch and he was shaking uncontrollably.
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He didn't like cars. It probably had to do with the accident, but it also had to do with him just...not really liking cars.
He was silent as he sat there, staring ahead through the windshield.
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He was silent for a good minute before speaking up, "I might have a shirt that fits, that you can borrow, so you don't have to wear that one home. I'd hate for you to get in trouble for something that wasn't your fault."
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"Took the fall for someone else who got busted smoking. Which, by the way, if you tell the administration I told you that, I'm just going to lie so they keep blaming me. I got detention, and they called my folks."
Was he ruing that now? After what happened at the party? Maybe. But he wasn't going to pull the rug out from under Astrid, anyway.
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And, now that he thought about it, how'd he even known that? Why'd her name pop up in his memory? The kid had never mentioned her before, but somehow he knew that he had it bad for Astrid.
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Harold looked sidelong at him.
"How...how did you know that?"
He hadn't told anyone. He saw Kang around the school and had talked to him a few times, but wasn't in JROTC and didn't have any classes with him, so he wouldn't have seen him acting goofy around her. It wasn't on his facebook, his twitter, or any of that...
The only person he'd told he liked Astrid was his cat.
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He rounded the corner to his house, and after a moment, pulled into the driveway.
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Now he was a little creeped out.
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On the other hand, he hadn't said it or put it public anywhere, so it couldn't be a case of Kang snooping creepily. If anything, it had to mean he'd just said or done something at school that he didn't remember to give it away, that he didn't realize Kang had heard or seen. Maybe he heard something around the office about him taking the fall for Astrid and it had just made sense? Boy and girl get caught outside, boy fesses up to being the one smoking--not hard to figure out he might have taken the fall for her, right?
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"Felicia, we've got a guest. Would you mind making some hot chocolate?"
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He smiled reassuringly and hung his coat up, "This is Harold; he's one of the students at the school. I saw him walking outside without a jacket on the way home and thought he could use a little warming up."
She nodded and smiled, "Well, it's nice to meet you, Harold."
"I'm going to find him a dry, clean shirt. I'll be right back." He disappeared upstairs to rummage through his old clothes.
Felicia watched him for a moment, brow furrowing just a tad, and then turned to the boy, "Come on in to the kitchen?"
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His hair was still drenched, he reeked of beer, it'd stained his shirt...
Shuffling his feet so much he nearly tripped and shrinking in on himself, he followed her, and his head started to fall until his face was hidden by his wet hair, so he didn't have to see her face when she got a clearer look of what a mess he was.
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"I just--I forgot it."
Right.
More honestly: "I had to leave a...place. Pretty quick."