hadriel | Video 4 - George's room

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Video 4 - George's room

[the video opens on George, sitting on the edge of her bed with her legs crossed. she looks curious, but also a little sheepish as what she's about to ask is . . . personal.

no, she's not asking for flirting advice again.

that was one time.

stop looking at her like that.

no, this time what she's asking is even weirder]

So, uh, I was kind of wondering. How many people here died before they came here? And how many are now immortal?

I was just. Wanting to know?

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It was kinda exactly that. Though less stuff and more just one thing that had to be done.

What was the one thing? If you don't mind me asking.

I'm not sure I wanna talk 'bout it on these things where everyone can jump in.

There's a way to fix that. Here, gimme a second. . .

[switches to Private]

Okay, that should do it.

I-oh, right. [And while she trusts that George has the settings right, she still takes a few moments to answer as she checks the hallway to keep her housemates from hearing.]

Something happened before I was born. I got a sorta power? Destiny? Something from my mom. I wasn't allowed to die and stay dead until I made a choice of what I was gonna do with that something.

[There's a pause as she sighs heavily. She hasn't spoken about this, hasn't had the time or the words, except for her brief freak out at Ghoul.]

I told you 'bout BLI didn't I?

[understandable. this sounds like it's something pretty personal]

...wow. That's rough. What kind of power are we talking about? [hurries to add] You don't have to say if you don't wanna.

[death is very personal, especially when it's your own]

Yeah, you did. Sounded like they were pretty fucking awful.

I ain't so sure I wanna talk 'bout that. 'least not yet

[She's not so sure where to start. Telling a Grim Reaper she came back from the dead seems almost normal here. Telling someone she's a bomb feels a little more far-fetched.]

They were. The fuckin' worst. But the power-fate, whatever- that's what it was for. A chance to stop 'em.

That's cool. It sounds pretty personal.

[nothing is far-fetched around here, in George's opinion]

And you did? Stop them, I mean.

[And this is where Girl realizes she's backed herself into a corner. She doesn't want to lie and BLI being deactivated is a good thing, but taking ownership of the act still made her squirm.]

Uh. They were stopped. They were put out of power a lil' bit before I got here.

[that would be understandable. taking the credit for revolutionizing your world would be tough]

Good. That way, you don't have to worry as much about what's going on at home.

well, yeah. It's a lot safer than it was. Still got the people to worry 'bout, but I guess that can be said for anyone here.

Yeah. Guess it can. All of us left people behind.

Yeah. Not a good topic for me to be bringin' up, sorry.

Nah, it's cool. I kind of started it by asking about death in the first place.

You did. [Blunt. Still zero social skills.] But I don't wanna make people think too much 'bout something they miss.

I miss my parents. Or, missed my parents. But they seemed kind of on the verge of imploding when I left.

My little sister's the one I'm really worried about. She wasn't. . . taking things well. At all.

Mind if I ask what's happened to 'em? And if you mean she wasn't takin' them blowin' up well or what?

[she sighs] My mom's always been hard to live with. She's kind of a control freak and she's not exactly warm and cuddly. And my dad's a total flake. He'd rather bury himself in work than face shit. [there's a pause] I think he was gonna have an affair.

And my little sister was stealing toilet seats from the neighbors, from school, from pretty much everywhere they weren't nailed down. And she hung them from a tree.

Oh. 'm sorry? Sounds kind of shitty. And well, guess the whole dyin' thing didn't help. Or caused it? Either way, sounds shitty.

She made a toilet tree. [It's not appropriate for the situation, Girl knows that. But she can't help but sound a little impressed.] That's an interestin' art piece.

It was pretty shitty. It was already shitty before I died, but that kind of made things worse.

Yeah, she did. She'd skip school and just. Hang out there. [George just sounds morose] I guess so. It was pretty wild.

That's not your fault. Not like you meant to die.

[Girl doesn't really know why skipping school is a big deal but-] Was it part of missin' you, hangin' out at the tree?

...no. I sure as hell didn't.

I think so. It was like--like some weird memorial.

So, there's no reason for you to feel bad for it.

No offense, but toilets are kinda of a wacked out choice for a memorial. We just spray stuff on mailboxes when we wanna remember our dead.

I guess. Convincing myself of that is the hard part.

Well, I was killed by a toilet seat, I guess she figured they were appropriate.

Maybe you just need to hear it more.

That's...wow. Someone hit you with one or something? 'cause that's kinda insane.

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