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           for just a moment, when steven saw blue skin and hair on a figure so familiar to him, he’d felt a surge of hope and happiness rise up inside of him, and he’d scrambled to reach who he thought was lapis, a broad grin on his face, arms outstretched.   “   LAPIS! you’re back!   ”   unfortunately, the closer he got, he saw.. she wasn’t his lapis, and he quickly skidded to a stop, eyes wide. 

          “   oh -- um, i’m.. sorry, i thought you were a uh.. different lapis.   ”

                        ❝   oh,  you’re in beach city,   ❞  explains the boy.  he isn’t sure how someone could forget where they are THAT quickly,  but who is he to judge ?

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Lorraine slung her purse over her shoulder, flipping her hair out of the way of the strap. In her other hand, she carried her shopping bag. Luckily, it was the kind with handles, and it was relatively easy for her to manage both of the bags and walking home at the same time.

She would normally have driven, but she was trying to be healthier, mainly because George had been going on about how they'd be better tennis if they got more fit. She had i n i t i a l l y resented the implications of those words, but after some discussion, the two had arrived at the agreement that he was not suggesting that she was unfit, or even that he was, but that they could both be more fit, and it had been on this note that they had decided to independently work on that.

She had decided to start with walking more. Hill Valley wasn't a large town, and she could easily replace many short car trips with longer ones on foot. The issue, of course, was that it made grocery shopping very difficult. There was a lot more carrying things involved than there had been before.

Her shoes clicked along the sidewalk, and a light breeze rustled the leaves in the trees overhead. A skateboarder went down the opposing sidewalk at one point, and she checked to make sure it wasn't Marty- who should have been in school- as he passed. It wasn't.

Overall, nothing was different or out of place in Hill Valley, and it probably would have been a relatively quick walk home, if she hadn't come across a little girl who was all by herself at the sidewalk's edge.

Children running about Hill Valley like a lot of unleashed monkeys from the circus were, to be quite frank, a daily occurrence that Lorraine resented. She felt that people ought to be keeping a better eye on their children, especially if they were younger, but it wasn't her place to say anything about it. Regardless, this little one looked much too little to be out wandering on her own, and being at the sidewalk's edge also meant she was at the street's edge. Lorraine didn't feel comfortable with that at all.

She slowed her walk until she came to stop before the little girl, glancing around for any signs of a parent or a sibling or a nanny- a n y o n e who was supposed to be caring for this child. She didn't see anyone, so she turned back to her and dropped down into a crouch, trying to meet her eyes. 

           Piercing,  ice-like  eyes  stare  down  at  the  Lapis  gem  in  disgust,  the  main  focus  being  the  c r a c k  going  down  the  gem  embedded  in  the  other’s  belly.  A  sharp  eyebrow  rose,  the  diamond’s  mouth  never  uncurling  from  the  frown  she  had.

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I really want to get into thinking about how Bruce’s mind works when he’s ’off the wagon’ / in a feeding frenzy.

When Bruce enters into a feeding frenzy, he isn’t silent. He speaks but it’s a completely different side to Bruce that is very much unlike him. His words are almost sadistic: he’s driven by both the thrill of the hunt and the hunger.