Canon is Orphan Black

[cloneororiginal]

Right, so let me get this straight...[Stares at Mun with her arms crossed.]

You want to get inside my head, to get my 'voice' down, so you can place me somewhere without my concent.

...Right, and Fe thought I was the crazy one.

Look, I don't care where you're from or what you want to do. The answer is no, will always be no and it will never change.

I got enough of my own shit to deal with.


[ooc: Brand new muse..be gentle please!]

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[owl_be_back]

I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter. What's done is done.

[cloneororiginal]

There's always a choice. She can be smart and leave me the hell alone, or deal with the consequences. [What those consequences are, she won't say, but she'd be damned if she's about to be thrown somewhere without Kira or Felix.]

I hate to break it you, but the 80s are way beyond over.

[owl_be_back]

Oh, don't be daft. You surely can't believe you have any say in the matter. How foolish.

[He nears her, though stops with ample space.]

...Daft indeed. I haven't the slightest on what you're mumbling about.

[cloneororiginal]

[Sarah doesn't step back, trying to seize the odd man up. If he gets too close, she'll place enough space between them. Dman, she wishes she still had Beth's gun.] It's my life she's trying to fuck with. Like hell I'll take that lying down.

[Crazy, the man is really a loon.]

[owl_be_back]

Watch your tongue, girl. You never know who's listening.

[For instance... the Goblin King.]

And you won't have a choice. I suggest you retire such notions of freedom or vengeance.

[cloneororiginal]

[Gives him a doubtful look. What will he do? Give her a horrible, 80s hairdo?]

Right, what are you? My guidance counselor?

[owl_be_back]

[How about becoming trapped in a never-ending daydream? He could manage that.]

Experienced. Far, far more than you, my dear.

[cloneororiginal]

[She'd figure a way out. Hell or high water she'd find a way out.]

As am I. I don't take to threats or authority too well.

[owl_be_back]

[Please excuse him; he simply has to laugh.]

You silly girl. You're no more experienced than a new-born babe.

[She's new, after all. She said so herself. Mortals are so amusing... or maybe it's just the Sarahs.]

[soccermom]

They don't give you a choice, Sarah.

[ Where are her happy pills? She needs them and a strong drink, maybe two. ]

It's their way, always their way.

[cloneororiginal]

[Glares at Allison, silently grateful she's here but at the same time....is it safe?]

We all have a choice, Allison. [To give in or fight tooth and nail to get her way.]

Don't tell me they've placed you somewhere. [Please not with Dr. Leaky. The man's a loon.]

[soccermom]

[ It's never safe, Sarah. ]

Do we?

[ Alison shakes her head. She then flexes her fingers and hands as if to say 'please.' ]

No, she has not. She is waiting to see what becomes of us like some sick, little voyeur.

[ Alison is of the opinion that mundanes are worse than monitors. ]

[cloneororiginal]

[This is true, they've been through enough hurdles and twists to know this.]

Yes we do. Haven't we proven that already? [They all have choices. Granted Sarah's haven't been the best, but she'd be damned if someone decides to take her ability to choose away.

She rakes a hand through her hair, trying to sort everything that's going on.] Think they'll get us tested next? [God, she doesn't want a wire or transmitter down her throat again.

Maybe it's time to give up on sleep.]

[ooc: omfg an Allison! :D]

[soccermom]

What have we proven? That we're freaks? I'm not seeing anything beyond that.

[ Alison shakes her head and then huffs dramatically. ]

What choices we have are limited. We can't stop them from thrusting us into one of these games. We react, we don't decide.

[ She reaches up and touches the back of her head. ]

I don't want to think about that.



((OOC: She's my fave. ^_^ ))

[cloneororiginal]

[Stares Allison down, anger flickering in her eyes.] That we can handle ourselves. You've faced your monitor, Allison. Finally told that bitch to sod off. That's something.

So you just want to give up? What about your kids? Damnit, Allison what about Kira?! [God, she wants to hit to kick something now. She can't be away from Kira again. As bad of a mom as she is...she's still trying. She wants to be better, but how can she if she's not in the picture?]

[ooc: I'm thinking of placing Sarah here. I would love it if you'd apply there too. CLONES ON AN ISLAND! /shot.]

[soccermom]

And I effed everything up! I tried to do it your way, Sarah. Eff them. Eff everything. Everyone hates me! Everyone knows what I did.

[ People knowing is the worst bit. ]

I don't want to give up. I want my life back. I want to be left alone. Wouldn't you rather be ignored?

((OOC: I am not certain that I will ever app Alison into a game. If I do, I will think about that one. ))

[cloneororiginal]

Screw everyone else! [Is Allison more upset over people knowing or that everything is out of her hands now?]

Have those people helped you in anyway since this whole mess started? No, but I have! [Granted she was against it in the beginning, but she's gotten...somewhat better at it.]

It's too late to go back to that life, Allison. We both know that. Ignoring it won't change anything.

[denokandafaran]

It's not always so bad. Sometimes there's the illusion it was your choice. Sort of.

[cloneororiginal]

Aren't you an optimist. [There's alot of sarcasm and acid in her voice.]

I'm not going to be someone's pawn or play thing. [She's gotten enough of that already to last a life time.]

[denokandafaran]

Is anyone saying you ought to be?

[cloneororiginal]

That's what it sounds like, given how giddy she [Inclines her head to her mun.] was at the time.

I don't trust her.

[denokandafaran]

They do tend to get that way. Sometimes they get bored fast.

[cloneororiginal]

You sure about that? [Raises an eyebrow at him, challenging the guy on his certainty.]

[denokandafaran]

Sometimes. [He seems fairly sincere, at least] Not always.

[cloneororiginal]

[She's suspicious of his behavior and sincerity. The latter can be faked easily, she's done it enough times to know.]

Glad I didn't get my hopes up.