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entrancelogs2014-10-26 03:17 pm
hyperkinesia) wrote in entrancelogs2014-10-26 03:17 pm
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((OPEN)) The teacher is in.
Who: Bruce Banner Robert Greene and YOU!
Where: all around Storybrooke
When: throughout the whole event
Rating: PG for now, possibly will change... most likely.
Summary: your favorite teacher being out and about and living a quiet boring life.
The Story:
OCT 24TH TO 26TH
[ Life in Storybrooke is... quiet. It's the same one day as it was the last, or the same as the one weeks past. Not that Robert complains, somehow he feels as if he'd yearned for something this peaceful for so long - and yet it feels so wrong.
He knows why, but he doesn't think too much about it. That whole period of his life he likes to keep buried deep or it might just poke its head back out to haunt him.
And in the meantime, avoiding was always his thing. He's good at it, incredibly so, and even with both he and Virginia living in the same small town he does manage to go days or weeks on end without so much as seeing her. Of course that might also be because he spends most of his time either at school or at home, that makes it a lot easier to not run into her at any and all times.
(He could always leave Storybrooke. But the few times that thought crossed his mind it was gone as soon as it was there. He'd never not been in Storybrooke, where else would he go?)
But on Sunday, he feels differently. That one day he feels a strange yearning though he doesn't know for what, so despite not having figured out what that is, he still goes outside, spends his whole day going from one place to the other, even so far as stepping closer to the town limits at one point. The playground, the grocery store, the pie place - he goes through every single place in search of something that's yet to reveal itself to him. ]
OCT 28TH
[ Suddenly the weight of it all is maddening, and he's split between being two completely different people - Bruce and Robert - and he doesn't know where one ends, where the other begins. Actually, there's also a third, or should be at least. The Hulk, the massive green monster fueled by rage, and yet even now as he remembers this other life of his, the beast is still not in him, it's still not here.
Whether it's because Bruce is the actual lie, or because this is the product of a Wonderland event, he doesn't know. He tries not to think about that one detail too much, when so many other worries already plague his mind.
He remembers-- remembers names, people, or he remembers people from this place but with different names altogether. Looking at Virginia now is nearly impossible because all he can see is Pepper and he's remembered Tony too, and he can't think of either without being reminded of what they'd done just the day prior.
Then there's Natasha, and he's sure that's her name, it rings clear in his head and it had been one of the first that came to mind the night before. Yet here he is the day after and he doesn't know what to do. Does he talk to her, when he doesn't even know what's the truth and what's the lie? Should he wait, and avoid her like he's avoiding Virginia - Pepper - now?
How many other people had he forgotten for that while, how many of these lives are a lie?
Can a man who has two lives be in fact no one at all? ]
Where: all around Storybrooke
When: throughout the whole event
Rating: PG for now, possibly will change... most likely.
Summary: your favorite teacher being out and about and living a quiet boring life.
The Story:
OCT 24TH TO 26TH
[ Life in Storybrooke is... quiet. It's the same one day as it was the last, or the same as the one weeks past. Not that Robert complains, somehow he feels as if he'd yearned for something this peaceful for so long - and yet it feels so wrong.
He knows why, but he doesn't think too much about it. That whole period of his life he likes to keep buried deep or it might just poke its head back out to haunt him.
And in the meantime, avoiding was always his thing. He's good at it, incredibly so, and even with both he and Virginia living in the same small town he does manage to go days or weeks on end without so much as seeing her. Of course that might also be because he spends most of his time either at school or at home, that makes it a lot easier to not run into her at any and all times.
(He could always leave Storybrooke. But the few times that thought crossed his mind it was gone as soon as it was there. He'd never not been in Storybrooke, where else would he go?)
But on Sunday, he feels differently. That one day he feels a strange yearning though he doesn't know for what, so despite not having figured out what that is, he still goes outside, spends his whole day going from one place to the other, even so far as stepping closer to the town limits at one point. The playground, the grocery store, the pie place - he goes through every single place in search of something that's yet to reveal itself to him. ]
OCT 28TH
[ Suddenly the weight of it all is maddening, and he's split between being two completely different people - Bruce and Robert - and he doesn't know where one ends, where the other begins. Actually, there's also a third, or should be at least. The Hulk, the massive green monster fueled by rage, and yet even now as he remembers this other life of his, the beast is still not in him, it's still not here.
Whether it's because Bruce is the actual lie, or because this is the product of a Wonderland event, he doesn't know. He tries not to think about that one detail too much, when so many other worries already plague his mind.
He remembers-- remembers names, people, or he remembers people from this place but with different names altogether. Looking at Virginia now is nearly impossible because all he can see is Pepper and he's remembered Tony too, and he can't think of either without being reminded of what they'd done just the day prior.
Then there's Natasha, and he's sure that's her name, it rings clear in his head and it had been one of the first that came to mind the night before. Yet here he is the day after and he doesn't know what to do. Does he talk to her, when he doesn't even know what's the truth and what's the lie? Should he wait, and avoid her like he's avoiding Virginia - Pepper - now?
How many other people had he forgotten for that while, how many of these lives are a lie?
Can a man who has two lives be in fact no one at all? ]
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Though that's where the good feelings start and end, honestly. Everything else just settles unpleasantly at the back of his throat even now, but he smiles and keeps it to himself, for now at least. ]
I don't know, really. I don't know what to believe right now. [ He lets out a loud and shaky sigh, lowering his head before he looks away and down the street. ] It could just be part of an event, this. Or not, it could be... a trick, I don't know. But what's the point of giving us a new set of memories?
[ What if they're both lies? Anything could be happening right now. They could just be trapped in an illusion, all of them together. Real life merging with a fabricated past, or two fabricated pasts poorly mushed together. Just thinking about the possibilities makes his head hurt. ]
Bruce is fine, though. [ May as well keep at least one thing simple right now. ]
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[ The question slips out without her entirely intending to ask it, and there's part of her consciousness in the back of her mind cursing at the clumsiness of that slip, but she shakes her head, hoping that he'll brush it off.
Although that right there tells her that maybe all the memories she's trying to sort through isn;t quite the same as what he's trying to sort.
She huffs out an aggravated sigh and tucks her hair behind her ear. ]
I haven't had enough coffee for this conversation. Actually, I'm not sure there is such a thing, but I'm going to at least attempt to find it. Have you had breakfast?
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[ It's a strange feeling, honestly, especially so with people he remembers from this sudden new life he seems to have been living, alongside the one in Storybrooke. Maybe that's why he prefers to be called Bruce by her, because what he remembers of her as Natasha is... well, better. Even though he knows that if that's indeed the reality, then this all might make it more complicated.
But one thing at a time. ]
Not yet, no. [ He's not even sure he wants to stomach anything right now, but he probably should anyway. So he nods down the road, his hands tucked warmly in his jacket pockets. ] I'll join you.
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It's enough to give her a killer headache, on top of the lingering effects of the bottle of wine she'd downed the night before. So instead she just nods and tucks her hands in her jacket pocket as she falls into step beside him, the main street conveniently only about a block or two away. ]
I suppose it's comforting to know there's someone as confused by this whole mess as I am.
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In that grander scheme of things, he really can't complain all that much. At least his memories aren't a tangled weave of lives layering over one another. ]
No... I think a lot of us are. [ If not all, even. But for now he can't be entirely sure of that. He falls quiet, visibly hesitant for a while as they walk down the street, then finally he just decides to let it out in one go, and deal with it from there. ]
I slept with Pepper. [ A fraction of a second and he continues, before she gets the chance to say anything to that. ] Or... Robert slept with Virginia. So I guess... I slept with Virginia.
[ He sighs, not even sure if that makes any difference at all right now. ]
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Confused? Amused? Everything's to complicated to decipher at the moment, she she settles on a safely neutral and mildly bewildered answer instead. ]
Congratulations?
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No. That's not... not what I'd say about it.
[ Because he wasn't bragging, he wasn't just sharing for the sake of sharing. His point here is a different one, though maybe not exactly one that should be priority, considering all the things they're dealing with in their own heads. ]
It felt right then. Not so much anymore. [ His last words a hint bitter, a lot regretful. He sighs quietly. ] I'm sorry.
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You don't need to apologize to me. Whatever this is... whatever mess has all these memories jumbled and confused and making us doubt which us is the real one - this isn't your fault. You didn't do this, you didn't ask for this, no more than I did, or anyone else, for that matter. Yesterday we all thought we were one person and today... Today everything's a mess.
[ She waves a hand dismissively, frowning fiercely for a moment. ] If it felt right at the time? That's all that's important right now, because you acted on what you felt was right. That's not something you ever have to apologize to me for, especially when at the time.. you and I were not who we are right this moment. Even if we're not entirely certain who that is.
So no apologies, alright?
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Still, he nods in agreement and understanding, his eyes flickering up to look at her. ]
Alright. [ He nearly apologizes for having apologized, but isn't that the very definition of redundant? The thought has his lips twitching into a small smile, bitterly amused for the briefest moment. ] You're right, this is all... God, it's already complicated enough as it is.
[ Breakfast, at least, is simple enough. ]