Manon was lost. Horribly lost. She didn’t understand that she was thrown to the driver’s seat of her body until she had sit there for a decent fifteen minutes. Maybe twenty. Thirty? She just knew that she had a horrible headache. Was it that someone’s passenger down the street suffered the same attack that hers had weeks before? Absolutely. Was it protective for the passenger, more than a granted wish? Absolutely even more.
She tilted her head upwards as she saw the gigantic man approach her, her confused face turning into a faint smile. She recognized him. He could help her figure out where she was —— apart from what she already knew, which was just a busy square. Right?
“... Lu... Luck?” she asked, not able to remember his full name. Close enough, right?
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𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 you try to fight it, the world always be out to get you. it was a realization that ludovica had been coming to terms with in the weeks following her father's death. could she keep up with this life? all her social engagements in some attempt to make the family look like they were stronger than ever? it almost felt like she shouldn't be here, adorned in a black gown and a collection of diamonds that cost more than someone's mortgage. for the first time in her life, she felt like an imposter.
that is, until she remembers who she's with. as she feels lucky's arm link with hers, she feels her shoulders relax and her face blossom into a gentle smile. " not to be sappy, god forbid -- but you know i love you, right? " she begins, making sure that her words are only audible between the two of them. " i suppose there's some merit to saying it more than i do. "
WHAT: Lucky finds a way to get Manon control of her body from the passenger, even just temporarily.
WARNING: Some violence and threat of murder, terminal illness
Lucky had found it — at least, he hoped he'd found it. It was a temporary answer to a long-term problem that would require more dire measures, but for now he at least opened a means of communication between himself and Manon. All it took was the click of this small device, silver and cyclical, that would release a high enough pitch that could allegedly trigger a Passenger to switch out. He didn't know for how long or if it would even work, but it was worth a try. He approached the apartment door he'd waited outside of so many times before and knocked twice.
Whim had only used the home of Manon's parents because of the ease of it all. She didn't have to pay rent — with the threat of taking over their bodies with herself or her alleged friends — and she ran that home like it was her own. Maybe it was a bit of karma for the monsters that had adopted her body. She wasn't expecting visitors, but had no problem in opening the door to whoever it was. "What do you want? I'm not in the mood to play any games with you today," Whim said honestly, slowly starting to close the door. "I really don't want to deal with this."
Lucky reached forward and placed an open palm on the door to prevent her from closing it, "Wait. I just want to talk. Can you come outside for a second?" he asked, seeming less agitated and confrontational than he normally would've when conducting a conversation with Whim.
Whim looked him over, not sure what he wanted to talk about. "Is this about the credits?" she asked, slowly opening the door back up again. It had to be, right? She stepped over the threshold of the door, placing her hands on her hips. "Because I mean it. A million credits, no discount."
"Something like that," Lucky said, stalling for time as he discreetly reached into his back pocket for the device. Stars, he hoped that this would work. "No discount? Not even for a friend?"
"Why do you believe we're friends? You put me through torture in that park. We're far from friends," Whim said, frowning at him. "Is it because I let you talk to that mush for a mind girl for a minute? We're not friends. And that's not happening again."
"Torture? It was a hyper wheel, that's far from torture." Lucky protested before feeling perspiration gather on his palm anxiously and he reached forward, grabbing her hand and yanking her forward closer to him. "You sure about that?" he asked before pressing the small button on the device.
"Well if you — " Whim started, surprised that she was yanked forward so quickly. She heard the piercing screech that only affected herself go off before she could comprehend what was happening, unable to do anything about it. She tried to cover her ear with her freed hand in a futile attempt to save herself, finding herself having to crawl back and escape from the forefront to keep herself sane. Her body, again, was not expecting to receive control so quickly, collapsing immediately.
Lucky anticipated the collapse and he pulled her body into his arms immediately, allowing himself to fall so they were both crouched on the ground. "Manon?" he asked, wondering if it'd actually worked instead of just warding Whim away. "Manon, it's Lucky. Can you hear me?"
Manon couldn't hear properly at first, everything sounding distorted beyond all belief. She thought she heard a piercing ring in her ears, it slowly fading away as she started to comprehend his words. It was Lucky. He was back. Or... she was back? She couldn't remember anything since he last held her. ... Why was he holding her? She looked at him, starting to smile weakly. "L...Lu...cky....?" she said, before wincing in pain. What was that ringing?
Lucky nodded, wondering if she could even see him at all. "Yeah, it's me." he said as he cradled her. "Are you okay? Sorry about the ringing - it's all I could do to get her to go away.”
Manon kept trying to smile at the bhevor, hoping to ignore the nasty ringing in her ears. This wasn’t going to work, was it? “Hur...ts... a l...lot,” she whined, trying to sit up unsuccessfully on her own. Everything felt foreign to her, despite the body being her own. “I...Is... ah, is sh...e gone...?” Every word was a struggle in itself, overwhelming her.
"I bet..." he replied, feeling a touch of remorse but otherwise relieved he was able to bring her out again. "For now, yes. I don't know for how long though, so I'm... I'm sorry if things are confusing for you. I'm trying to figure things out right now but it's - it's really difficult."
She nodded slowly. “It’s... o... okay,” she said, placing her hand on his cheek. She looked visibly uncomfortable, very much in pain from the ordeal. “You... don’t,” Manon started, stopping to grimace. “W.... orry. I’m... okay.”
He bit his lip whenever she touched him, reaching up and wrapping his fingers around her wrist. "Are you? Because that's all I want, for you to be okay. I'm doing everything I can to try and fix this. I-I think I can get her out."
Manon nodded slowly, her hand trembling in his hold. “Mmm... okay,” she lied. What if this put Lucky at risk? Trying to mess with a passenger? “Don’t... ever...ything isn’t... wor...king,” she tried to say, knowing how confusing she must have sounded. Everything was confusing to her, the way it felt like her mind had melted. But she knew that her body was starting to fail after everything she had been put through in her life. Maybe it wasn’t worth the effort. “Not... wor...th....”
"No, don't say stuff like that. There are doctors out there who can get her out, she's just... She's waiting for you to get worse, but I'm going to get her out before that. I've just gotta find them," Lucky said reassuringly, "You're worth it, Manon. Okay? You're worth it."
Manon shook her head. “No,” she said, as sternly as she could manage. The change in tone hurt her chest slightly, causing her to cough. “Not... worth... it.”
"Yes, you are," Lucky insisted, forwarding a hand and cupping her cheek in it. "I think you're worth it, so I'm going to get her out and you can finally live your life. Okay?”
Frowning, Manon shook her head. “No,” she insisted. It wasn’t worth it if it got anyone hurt. “Sh...e’s bad... she’s going to h...hurt you.”
“She’s going to hurt me? I’d like to see her try,” he let out a small, broken-up chuckle. “I’ll take care of you. She won’t hurt me. I promise.”
Manon winced in response, the ringing in her head hurting too much to endure. “Wh...what if I d...don’t get bet...ter?”
“You will. You will,” he repeated, more in an attempt to convince himself than her. “Don’t worry about anything else. I’ve got you.”
Manon nodded slowly, smiling at him. “Th...thank you. You’re... really... good,” she said, feeling guilty.
“Not really,” he said. “I’m sort of an asshole. You’re what makes me seem good.”
“No, you’re... good,” she insisted, closing her eyes. The pained expression was starting to alleviate, just barely. “I... like you. You’re.... g-good.”
"Well, thanks for the vote of confidence." he smiled, hoping that the pain was lessening. "I like you too. You're a lot more good than me, Manon."
She shook her head. “No... not tr-true,” Manon responded. She felt an itching in the back of her head, the passenger trying to claw her was back into control. “O-Ow.”
"Yeah, it is true. I'm a total asshole to everyone else. I was an asshole to you, even, but that wasn't really you..." he furrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Are you alright?"
She shook her head, ignoring everything else he said. “M...My head... h-hurts,” she whined, rubbing her hand over her face. “Hurts.”
"Okay, okay, um... Fuck. I think she might be trying to get back in control," he informed. "It's what I read when it comes to this stuff, anyway. You've got to hang on."
“H-Hang on?” Manon asked. She trembled slightly, just covering her eyes with her hand. “But... it h-hurts.”
"I know, I know, but you've got to fight it. It's one of the only ways we can get her out without you turning to complete mush." he insisted.
Manon shook her head, barely able to keep herself from crying in her discomfort. “I... I-I don’t... Lucky, I c-can’t...”
"C-C'mon, just a little longer. This is your body. Your life. You have to fight for it, Manon." he pleaded with her desperately.
Manon nodded slowly, before starting to relax. She could do this. She could do this. She could... not. Whim forced her into the back, furious that she just had to entire that. Furious that she still ached in that pain. The passenger tried to hold on through the frequency, grabbing him by the collar. “Lucky?”
Lucky inhaled steeply whenever he was grabbed, lowering himself even though he was stronger than both of them. “Y-Yeah?”
“Fuck you,” Whim spat, sending a fist into the others face. She didn’t care where she hit, all she cared was that she hit as hard as she could.
Lucky groaned whenever he was hit, feeling a flash of pain engulf his jaw as he let go of her and held onto it. “S-Shit!” he yelped.
Whim shoved him off, trying her best to stand through the distorted view she had on everything. Fuck. “I’m going — to fucking kill this body,” she said, clenching her fists. “And then — then I’m going... I’m going to kill you. “
Lucky scrambled onto his feet and held up the device again, “D-Don’t sound too sure about that. One fucking click and you’ll be down for the count again.”
“I can take — her down with me,” Whim scoffed, trying to focus her vision. Everything felt horrible and spun around her, although the ringing had finally stopped. “She won’t be able to fight me, she couldn’t. She’s weak.”
“Fucking try it.” Lucky said, hovering his thumb over the button just as a lingering threat. “She fought you off for that long, I don’t doubt she could do it for longer.”
Whim glared at him. “Then why haven’t you pressed it?” she yelled. “Because you know she can’t do it? Because you know she can’t use this body after I’m gone? Or because you’re too scared that you’re going have to deal with your feelings for some inept human for real?”
“Do you want me to?” he said in return with a raised voice. “Shut up. Your days are numbered whether you like it or not. Be lucky I’m not pushing you anymore right now or else you’d both be mush by the time I’m done.”
“Do it. Do it, I dare you,” Whim snapped. “I wouldn’t be mush. I’d recover. I’d live. Her? She’d never recover. She still will never recover. And she’s aware, right now. She’s a complete mess.”
“If I did this enough you’d crumble just like any other pathetic Passenger,” he hissed before slowly lowering the device in his hand. “But I still want to give her a chance, so remember this the next time I ask to speak to her.”
Whim frowned at him, though relieved that he lowered the device. “Aren’t you scary?”
“Whatever. You won’t be so cocky the next time that sound goes off, will you?”
She grinned. “Maybe I will be,” she replied. “You’ll never know.”
Lucky scoffed and shoved her aside before walking past her and beginning to make his way down the stairs from where he came.1Message #lucky-manon
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Her Thanksgiving break extended a little past due, her parents contacting the school on her behalf given her little mishap back home, but she was back now. Smile back on her face in all it’s dazzling glory, long red locks in the usual shiny tendrils around her face, wearing a perfectly put together outfit with her signature red, white, black, and silver color scheme. The girl was trying to put her little moment of faltering behind her, push down the feeling of her medication that made her stomach turn in the pits of her belly, the last thing she wanted was for her new classmates to see her slipping up.
So what better distraction than that of a handsome Fox? She’d never spoken to him personally, it wasn’t like she had that many opportunities to mingle with them, so Rosie let her kitten heeled feet lead her to the direction he was in.
Leaning against the wall beside his locker, she offered a smile to him, head falling to the side as she looked him over for a moment before clearing her throat, “Hi there,” Rosie began, extending her hand out to him, “I’ve seen you around, Lucky right? I’m Rosemarie, or Rosie, whatever floats your boat. I figured it was finally time to introduce myself. It’d be a crime not to considering I’m cheering my ass off for the team you play on.” She teased with her free hand not extended falling to rest on her skirt clad hip.
