Holey Jamoley, haven't updated in FOREVER.
Um...here's a monologuey thing that I wrote:
'First I hardly even knew he was there...a face in the crowd that was a bit off, that I couldn't quite catch. Those first few weeks, I saw him...many times. He caught me by surprise every time. The ginger hair, the cool way he held himself. He stood out like nobody I ever saw. How could he be so calm in all this mess? I made it a game of watchin' him, gave him a million background stories...in one, he was a traveler from another world. He could have been.
Really, sir. He wasn't a local. Couldn't have been. They process too easily; hardly even need the suppression therapy. Ready for domination, the fools. This one...kept showin' up in the new batches, wouldn't submit. How was he avoiding the processing? Didn't you notice? He's hard not to notice. If he knew a way to escape, why didn't he leave earlier? How did he get here? He didn't belong. He belonged with me. I...I think I loved him. Funny way to fall in love, I know. But that's how it goes.
Three batches today and I hadn't seen him yet. I'd been watchin' the crowds, looking for that strange patch of orange, but...nothin'. And then, the knife at my back...the hand over my mouth. I pulled my gun. Procedure, ya know? But, but...it was him. The ginger hair....he was taller than I thought he'd be. And those eyes. My god...grey like storms. I just forgot about my gun. But he didn't. He took it. Shot me. Won’t tell you where he went. Love him, that's what you do for the people you love, isn't it? Isn't it? Maybe he can find a way out, a better way... God, those eyes...
Yeah...I don't know either.