George Lass (
toiletseat_girl) wrote in
hadriel2018-04-15 02:54 pm
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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?
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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My little sister's the one I'm really worried about. She wasn't. . . taking things well. At all.
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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.
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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.
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Yeah, she did. She'd skip school and just. Hang out there. [George just sounds morose] I guess so. It was pretty wild.
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[Girl doesn't really know why skipping school is a big deal but-] Was it part of missin' you, hangin' out at the tree?
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I think so. It was like--like some weird memorial.
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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.
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Well, I was killed by a toilet seat, I guess she figured they were appropriate.
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That's...wow. Someone hit you with one or something? 'cause that's kinda insane.
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[she sounds reluctant] I kind of died because of one. It sort of--fell out of space and. Landed on me.
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Oh. I've heard of people dyin' after satellites fell, but never something like that. Geez. I'm sorry. That sucks.
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It did suck. They could've buried what was left of me in a shoebox. And then they tell me I've gotta be a Grim Reaper and it's all downhill from there.
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I don't wanna be like, insensitive or whatever, but it sounds like everything just sucked all the time for you.
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...no. That's accurate. I mean, I remember little moments of being happy, but no, like, long-term periods of being happy.
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What 'bout now? Have you been happy since?
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[she sighs] I have Jo. She's like a big sister to me. So that's nice.
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It's always good to have someone. But, Jo? Don't think I've meet 'er.
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Her full name's Jo Harvelle. She's about my height, blonde, pretty. She's good to know.
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But sayin' you have someone ain't exactly the same as sayin' you're happy, you know. [A pause.] Not that you have to answer me. It's your business.
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[there's a long pause] I don't think some people are made to be happy.
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