#eteriskromling

The tensing of muscles always occurs when his mother is brought up. Not often does her name paint the surface of other’s tongues. There is no reason for it, not even memories that are woven into fresh ink on paper. Rufus retains all the memories in his mindscape. It is his preferred method of coping after witnessing all that he did within her final days.

“I was there when she took her last breath.”  

There was no air of mystery about it like the publicists loved to ignite. All the adulterous stories that came out to fuel the public interest did their work on damaging the already wrung out soul that his mother held. Despite her warnings to Rufus to never allow any of the headlines to find his vision – she took a keen interest in it to damage herself further.

“Well, he’s dead.” 

A blindingly obvious observation, but it had to be said; Xu withdraws her fingers from the corpse’s throat, finding no sign of a pulse, as if the wide, staring eyes hadn’t given the whole thing away. 

  ohhhh my god. rem LOVES the shooter games. she like's those fake little rifles that shoot those stupid corks out. she loves throwing the knives or the darts at the balloons. she HATES those water gun games, no thanks. she likes the ring tosses too, so she can try and get all the goldfish the vendors have and releases them in the fountains in the upper plate so they have a better chance of living. rem tries to buy out all the vendors of their prizes and sets them up in the slums on random carts on the corners so the kids can have a toy and the lonely people can get the huge teddy bears so they don't have to go to bed alone.

  as for rides? ALL OF THEM. she LOVES rollercoasters, LOVES the twister type of rides that throw her against the surface of the ride of the side with just pure gravity. her all-time favorite ride though would be the ferris wheel and she'll usually save that for last. she likes the one loop rollercoaster, but will only ride it once or twice because that ride, for some reason, throws her equilibrium off.

 honestly, rem is all of these.

   it truly depends on what she feels like when she wakes, whether she wants to eat meat or not, fish or not, be strictly vegan that day, or just vegetarian. it varies with her mood, but she is constantly eating. she has strategically placed snack packs all around the office. rem has a super high metabolism and with her being augmented and different than the other turks, she needs to keep herself fed nearly all the time. BUT we all know she's a bit of a self destructive little shit, so she doesn't always follow protocol of eating when she should.

  since her diet has been basically set out for her since her creation, if she deviates from her normal diet, she will get sick. usually, her breakfast is eggs, rice, some type of meat (whether is pork, beef, chicken or fish) or protein (like tofu or soy or something like that if she's in one of her non-meat moods), veggies and fruit, with some type of carb (like toast with avocado, honey, chai seeds and hemp seeds thrown in, ect). rem eats extremely healthy; her snacks are even healthy: fruit, granola, nuts and cheese, lean proteins in small amounts (like turkey slices, turkey bacon, venison strips, ect), things like that. most of her stuff is organic and homemade. tseng actually put rem through an extensive personal nutrition course before she could be released on her own so she wouldn't fucking die.

So what’s better? 

The devil you know,

Or the devil you don’t?

    He’s been able to hobble around the level that he’s recovering in for about a week now, but has never deigned explore further. He’s not a curious person by nature, and he figures with someone like Miss Lovaas, that it’s best to remain that way.

    But he’s becoming restless. And his joints feel sore from so much inactivity. So he pulls himself up shakily and begins to wander, no goal in mind, other than to keep in motion. He is careful in his movements, partly from pain and partly because he doesn’t particularly want to disturb anything. More than ever, with the sun setting through the glass like this, and the chill in the air, the place feels like a crypt.

    He tries a hallway first. It’s lined with expensive, modern art. Depictions of angels and demons in stark black and white, shadowed and intense. A trickle of sweat lingers between his shoulder blades as he makes it all the way down. A stairwell greets him, and he blinks at the steps. Stairs could be good. For endurance. Strength building. He grits his teeth and tests his good foot, then pulls himself up with a grunt. Uncomfortable. But bearable.

    He makes it up two more flights, then stops to rest, panting, but satisfied. It’s only when his heartbeat slows back to a regular pace, that he hears it. It’s so faint at first, that it feels almost like a dream. Music.

   It’s something mournful. Strains of deep piano and lonely strings. Save for the occasional traffic outside the building, Théo has never heard the silence broken like this before. He shuffles forward, cautiously towards the source. The floors are smooth, well-kept wood here and he barely makes a sound considering he’s dragging along. Then he freezes.

    It’s a studio, of some sort. A dance studio. And before him, moving gracefully and with poise is Miss Lovaas. Her long limbs bow to the sound, her toes are nimble in their steps, her face… different. He can’t put his finger on it, but he knows the woman dancing now, is in this moment, not the one that had wrapped her claws around his throat. She has always moved with confidence, but here she moves with something else. Théo could argue that it was soul. Not quite emotion, but close.

“Nah.  Nothing really comes to mind...”   Reno’s gotten so good at lying to himself, that he’s trained his mind to almost forget the worst thing he’s ever done  - destroyed all of Sector 7 under orders, with the push of a button.