Libby Widmore (
thatlibbychick) wrote2010-01-08 05:24 pm
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059 // oh snap, it's mirrorverse!Libby
Soubi, meet me outside my room. I have something for you.
And you, Saxon...you're next on my list. Don't worry. I'm going to make you better than you could ever hope to be alone.
((OOC: Libby was never forced into the mental hospital, never met Hurley, and never crashed on the Island. Instead, she threw herself into her work and was killed when she succeeded in "improving" one of her test subjects and they subconsciously wished her dead. She died of a massive stroke.
Sheep, feel free to have Soubi spam showing up at her door in the comments to this entry. It's just her making her mark on him as his "master." He'll get to be her attendant in the first log I put up. :3))
And you, Saxon...you're next on my list. Don't worry. I'm going to make you better than you could ever hope to be alone.
((OOC: Libby was never forced into the mental hospital, never met Hurley, and never crashed on the Island. Instead, she threw herself into her work and was killed when she succeeded in "improving" one of her test subjects and they subconsciously wished her dead. She died of a massive stroke.
Sheep, feel free to have Soubi spam showing up at her door in the comments to this entry. It's just her making her mark on him as his "master." He'll get to be her attendant in the first log I put up. :3))
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Bad, bad, drums talking.
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I DO NOT ERASE what Jacob has planned for me!
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I wasn't helping!
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Please. No more 'lists'.
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I'm a watchman, it'll take a lot to frighten me. But this is... insane.
BAD CHOICE OF WORDS DUDE
I'll find you after I've improved Saxon.
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...don't.
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What's this about? Don't you have to say 'please'?
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No time for polite words, I'm afraid. I have another appointment coming up, and I think you're finally ready.
[Ready to assist her, of course.]
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Ready for what? I told you, I'm not taking your orders. You aren't bribing me.
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[She doesn't even give him a chance to offer it to her; she grabs one of his hands and reveals what's in the hand she'd been hiding behind the door: a hunting knife. Smoothly, she draws the blade across the back of his hand, leaving a cut about an inch and a half long.]
You're going to help me.
[Surely he'll accept this as the reward it is. He's finally good enough for her to claim him, after all.]
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I... don't take orders.
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[She brings up her knifeless hand to caress the side of his face. It's a loving gesture but her eyes are noticeably far away, not focused properly on his face.]
I love you. God loves you. We both love you so much that you've been made ready to take part in Jacob's will.
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I... Why are you doing this...?
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[She sighs, and takes her hand from his cheek.]
Can you feel your readiness to help save the others now? To help them to carry out Jacob's will?
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Leave me alone.
[But he's standing close to her. Aching for human contact.]
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[Being careful not to accidentally stab him, she takes him in a tight embrace and whispers in his ear.]
Be ready, Soubi. Tell me that you're ready.
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What do you want me to do?
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I want you to go to the Infirmary and get me everything on this list. It's got my signature on it, so you shouldn't have any trouble. You might need to make more than one trip. Bring it all here, and then we'll set it up.
[She has other preparations to make while he runs that errand.]
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