world's greatest mother of bates motel fame.

[iocasta]

Look, I... [ the most pained and exaggerated faces as she finds her words. ] I'm not gonna do it. I'm not going to Crazy Sex Island, or space, or Hell. [ because u want to live in oregan sooo much, norma. ] — screw you! I'm not doing it! I have a son to take care of, okay? And a business to run, I'm staying. So get the hell out of my face! [ beat. imagine ten more exclamation points for this next part... ] And learn how to spell!

[ wow. wow, great comeback. ]

Comments

oh my god NORMA

[unmakes]

I wish I could say the whole yelling and screaming thing works on them, but it actually really kind of doesn't.

I'm just saying.

omg i didn't think someone would recognize her

[iocasta]

Well, nothing else is working!

i love that show so much, you don't even know, hey norma, want to come to a horror game?? :'D

[unmakes]

Yeah, that's... kind of the catch. You go back when they want, not when you want, blah blah blah.

You said you have a son? If you cooperate with them now, they might even help you find him. I just mean, that's how it worked with me and my roommates.

she doesn't BUT I MIGHT

[iocasta]

But... [ norma seems like she might be in tears, then. but this woman said a few magic words, and norma's expression is firm. assured because she won't let that happen. ] No, Norman isn't going to be in those places. No. He has school, and he has to help with the motel. — and poor Emma...

psst come to box

[unmakes]

I'm not sure what to say. I wish I could tell you we had much of a choice.

i'll check it out!!!

[iocasta]

How long have you...? [ how to describe the situation. ] You know.

[unmakes]

Been trapped against my will and made to dance to the sadistic whims of my mun and all of her equally-sadistic friends?

About a month. Maybe more, I haven't exactly kept track.

[iocasta]

Just a month? Well, that's not very long.

[unmakes]

I'm her fourth. The first lady - well, I mean, I'm pretty sure this chick had problems anyway, but she's been stuck there since like September.

[filthyworld]

Could be worse.

[ Casually: ] Your son could be there, too.

what if—

[clamped]

[ Mother—? He bites back the word. ] They — they're sometimes. Very persistent. [ He laughs, more like a breath than a sound. ]

oh my god OH MY GOD

[iocasta]

[ norman, on the tip her tongue — but norman is seventeen, not so grown, and she tilts her head with a puzzled smile. her mouth is open for a moment longer before she asks, ]

Do I know you from somewhere?

[iocasta]

Norman isn't going to be there. I won't let that happen.

[iocasta]

[ ok. that is long!! her face twists. then, with an incredible amount of finger pointing and waving, ]

I'm gonna figure something out. Because I mean, screw this! Who do they think they are, barging into our lives and telling us what to do? — and, and it's totally weird. So no, I'm not gonna take this. We have to take charge. Be in control, you know.

mamaaaaa, ooh ooh ooh.

[clamped]

[ He watches her from ten steps their distance. His shoulders hang limply, his glance is averted towards the sight of his shoes. ]

N-no. [ Manners, Norman. ] No, ma'am.

Though, I suppose. I-in a manner of speaking — I know you, [ Mother—? ] Mrs. Bates.

[iocasta]

[ norma shifts her weight from one hip to the other, hands in her front pockets. doesn't like the sound of that because she is tired of others knowing her. knowing zack and his business and his corpse on her front steps and ruining her for it. ruining white pine and the things she wants for herself and norman. — well, screw that. ]

Yeah, from the village? I think I've seen you around.

[notbloodylikely]

Woah. I'd ask if you're alright but yer obviously not. If you wanna keep yelling, I'll sit and listen if yah like? Screaming to get stuff off yah chest always helps me.

[idkworldruler]

Mother is a boy's best friend.

[Yes. :3]

[clamped]

[ Norman shifts, but not quite similarly. His hands slip into his trouser pockets, a way of comforting himself in the here and now. It hurts, he supposes, to not have your mother ( She isn't yours. ) recognize you. To have her look into your eyes and see someone else, someone that isn't you — it's a fate worse than death.

His lips twitch into a smile. ( She isn't yours. ) ]

The village. O-of course. Yes. [ He straightens himself; ( That's no way to present yourself. ) ]

It isn't very polite of them — taking you away from your home. Why, don't they know that's where the heart is? [ The smile reaches his eyes now. ]

[iocasta]

Who the hell would be alright with this? With what these... Freaks want? They can't come into our lives and tell us what to do!

[ are u 100% sure about this offer, man? because she will keep going. ]

[iocasta]

[ norma can be a little defensive — ] I care about my son. What's wrong with that?

[idkworldruler]

Ask yourself that in the future. Or just watch some Hitchcock and you will know.

[notbloodylikely]

They ain't got the right to, no. But can they? Hell yes they can. Trust me, if I could get my hands on 'em... I ain't seen my kids in almost a year, how fucked up is that?

[ a) he is a goddamn idiot and b) he thinks angry milfs are super hot]

[iocasta]

[ a deep breath through her nose and norma smiles, her mouth crooked. something norman would quote from an old time film. it's comforting, and she relaxes. he doesn't know her like most of white pine. she likes that. ]

You watch a lot of old movies?

[iocasta]

— a year?

[ a month, fine. a few more months, that isn't so bad. but twelve months. an entire year. she can't fight that, she knows it, and that's where her hope starts to crack. ]