And three more
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doyleYou know this tune by now...
Patient X
...brings to mind one particular patient, who spent seven years (beginning aged fifteen) in a catatonic state.
During her brief periods of lucidity, questioning revealed a complex fantasy universe wherein she had cast herself as the "chosen one", selected by mystical forces to destroy vampires and monsters. She created for herself a family, friends and enemies, some distorted versions of the real-life people who surrounded her, others merely figments of an ill young woman's imagination.
It remains a mystery why, on her final awakening, her first words were "cookie dough".
Patient X
...brings to mind one particular patient, who spent seven years (beginning aged fifteen) in a catatonic state.
During her brief periods of lucidity, questioning revealed a complex fantasy universe wherein she had cast herself as the "chosen one", selected by mystical forces to destroy vampires and monsters. She created for herself a family, friends and enemies, some distorted versions of the real-life people who surrounded her, others merely figments of an ill young woman's imagination.
It remains a mystery why, on her final awakening, her first words were "cookie dough".
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You know this tune by now...
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<u>Patient X</u>
...brings to mind one particular patient, who spent seven years (beginning aged fifteen) in a catatonic state.
During her brief periods of lucidity, questioning revealed a complex fantasy universe wherein she had cast herself as the "chosen one", selected by mystical forces to destroy vampires and monsters. She created for herself a family, friends and enemies, some distorted versions of the real-life people who surrounded her, others merely figments of an ill young woman's imagination.
It remains a mystery why, on her final awakening, her first words were "cookie dough".
<align=right> <i>- excerpt from Schizophrenia in the Young, by Dr. R. Giles</i></align>
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<u>Folie a Deux</u>
<I>Of all the formerly evil lawfirms in all the world</I>, Angel often complains to himself, <I>Spike had to be resurrected in mine.</I>
Mostly Spike is an annoying pain in his undead ass. But sometimes (he grudgingly admits) it's nice not to be the only souled vampire anymore.
"You ever wonder why?" he asks once, feeling maudlin. "Why us. The soul thing, working for redemption, and..." He doesn't say Buffy's name. It's a long-standing and unspoken agreement.
Spike smirks, no humour behind it. "Universe is out to get us, I reckon. Madness is what it is, mate. Folie a bloody deux."
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<lj-cut text="The End">
<u>The End</u>
"Not this again," Lilah said, sounding amused and saddened in equal measures.
He held the contract at arm's length over the trash can as the flames consumed it. "This time is different. It's final," he told her, dropping the charred paper before it could burn his fingers.
When he looked up she was already starting to fade, her eyes widening.
"Wes," she said, and he'd never heard her voice quite so panicked, "lover, no, what did you do? What was the price?"
"You don't want to know," he told the empty office, surprised by how difficult it was to speak.
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<u>Patient X</u>
...brings to mind one particular patient, who spent seven years (beginning aged fifteen) in a catatonic state.
During her brief periods of lucidity, questioning revealed a complex fantasy universe wherein she had cast herself as the "chosen one", selected by mystical forces to destroy vampires and monsters. She created for herself a family, friends and enemies, some distorted versions of the real-life people who surrounded her, others merely figments of an ill young woman's imagination.
It remains a mystery why, on her final awakening, her first words were "cookie dough".
<align=right> <i>- excerpt from Schizophrenia in the Young, by Dr. R. Giles</i></align>
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<u>Folie a Deux</u>
<I>Of all the formerly evil lawfirms in all the world</I>, Angel often complains to himself, <I>Spike had to be resurrected in mine.</I>
Mostly Spike is an annoying pain in his undead ass. But sometimes (he grudgingly admits) it's nice not to be the only souled vampire anymore.
"You ever wonder why?" he asks once, feeling maudlin. "Why us. The soul thing, working for redemption, and..." He doesn't say Buffy's name. It's a long-standing and unspoken agreement.
Spike smirks, no humour behind it. "Universe is out to get us, I reckon. Madness is what it is, mate. Folie a bloody deux."
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<lj-cut text="The End">
<u>The End</u>
"Not this again," Lilah said, sounding amused and saddened in equal measures.
He held the contract at arm's length over the trash can as the flames consumed it. "This time is different. It's final," he told her, dropping the charred paper before it could burn his fingers.
When he looked up she was already starting to fade, her eyes widening.
"Wes," she said, and he'd never heard her voice quite so panicked, "lover, no, what did you do? What was the price?"
"You don't want to know," he told the empty office, surprised by how difficult it was to speak.
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on 2003-07-02 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2003-07-02 06:04 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2003-07-02 08:01 pm (UTC)Two more up for you. Still working on S1.
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on 2003-07-03 04:40 am (UTC)no subject
on 2003-07-03 01:29 pm (UTC)Patient X made me Laugh Out Loud. I hope that's okay.
And Wes, trying to do right - argh...it get's me every time.