#silverhandj

Confrontation Starters

𝐕 lights up another kretek on the 80th floor of a public building OVERLOOKING the scenic view secured with a vast window pane. ( it is so pristine that one may fear falling from its heights or feeling an occasional draft that never comes ! )  behind her is the floor’s foyer, potted plants & a state-of-the-art staircase.  walls & decor are all bleach white, copper & marbleized structures.  no one ever asks her to put it out & no one remains situated on the floor for long.  just perpetually EXHAUSTED guests propped in the sofas with their expensive luggage, nursing a glass of whisky or cup of coffee.  she’s a ghost in their eyes.  nonexistent in this finely-draped purgatory.

 ❛ ——i’m so tired of you. ❜  an admission. watching through the GLASS, her pupils beneath techgogs are the size of pinpricks or the tip of blood-drawing needles.

  no, our lady is all together unlike herself this evening. it can’t all be johnny, can it? touch any idol enough and their gilding will come off upon your finger tips. if she checks now, will johnny’s hands be covered in chrome? will they be as golden as her neck? our lady shifts in her shoes, in her skin; slips soundlessly between dancers and adoring listeners to oh so daintily pluck the tequila from johnny’s hand. no point in getting jealous over the attention he gives others, is there? how unlike herself. or rather, how very much like herself? she knows how to get his attention other ways - leaving her lipstick on the rim of the glass is one of them; her smile, wide and warm and sparkling, is another. ‘ you take all the girls you’re with to this bar? or am i just the lucky one who’s about to lose her hearing for the night? ’

HALLOWMEME

"So who's fault is it, cyberghost living inside of my skull that haunts me?" Raised eyebrows were offered mostly as a tease, waiting to see Johnny's reaction to their sly commentary. The ghost haunting them could be a hell of a lot nicer, a hell of a lot more patient, and could cool it on the negativity, but Vale wasn't a saint and they hadn't done their three miracles, so they'd just chalk up Johnny's attitude as "something to discuss later".

While not beaming, they still flashed a grin his way, glancing out the window of their apartment onto the bustling streets below them. Night City was their home, a gravesite for thousands of lives over time, and many of those lives had been taken by the one living within their brain, a guilt that weighed heavier than any ectoplasmic ghost.

𝑽𝑨𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 .

"Yeah! 'Course I would! I know lots of things! Especially stuff 'bout the guy in my head now. I knew plenty before I was seeing your memories, I was the kind of kid sitting on the computer all day trying to find stuff on the internet about Samurai. People's blogs, interviews, concert recordings, posters, I was an encyclopedia of knowledge! And I always liked your interviews the most, you never lied or played games, you said bluntly what you believed in! That's fuckin' preem as hell!"

Vale blushed, getting far too enthusiastic about the whole ordeal and quickly feeling embarrassed about the sudden explosion of all the research they would do. Typically, this was the kind of stuff they got jeered at for, even when it was just about something as simple as a movie monster. But with real people? Yeah, they could see there being some...ideas that Vale was just some obsessed stalker fan.