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[awkwards]

[ Having survived her first curse, Alisha feels ... kind of pissed off. Why was she hit and others weren't? She's skimmed the guide she was given and hasn't found much on the subject to quench her curiousity. ]

Alright, so with these curses, is there any particular reason why some people are hit and some are not even touched at all?

I get the bugs. I fucking hate bugs. But mirrors? Kind of up my alley, if I'm honest. [ Her mirror used to live on her person back home. To apply mascara, make-up, check if some creeper was walking behind her. She's not disappointed she's missing out on this one. She's merely curious. ]

Anyone ever been hit by curses continously?

[ She pauses. ] Yeah, the bugs were all in my head. Thanks for, you know, being there, I guess. And I'm sorry if I was a total arse to you. [ Alisha shivers. ] Ugh. I can still feel them on me.

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Even if the truth is ugly?

[ ... ] Are you serious?

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

Even then. Perhaps especially then. Knowing an ugly truth may hurt, but it may spare one pain later on.

Yes. The City has been far kinder than my world as of late.

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Where are you from?

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

Originally New York, but I recently-- moved to London, I suppose I should say.

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Those places are that bad? Seriously? From what I've heard, it's better than my life.

What's so bad about it?

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

It's not the places so much as the people, perhaps. At least in the City no one has attempted to marry me against my will or raised an army and killed to get to me. And people are rather more accepting here.

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Wait, what? People try to marry you? Like - [ She can't quite grasp the words she wants for this, except for a major What the fuck. ] -

Who are you back home?

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

Well, just-- just one person, truly. [ The one she would like to marry won't ever see her as good enough for that. ]

I am not entirely certain, but I believe it is more about what I am rather than who. [ Pause. ] And I do not know what I am.

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How can you not know what you are? You're human, right? You're not some sort of princess or some shit?

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

No. I'm not.

Human, or a princess.

[ A long pause. ]

I thought I was human.

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You've lost me.

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

I'm not human, though I do not know what I am, not with any degree of certainty.

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That's - Fuck.

Anyone here from home to, I don't know, help you out or something?

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

No.

Well. There is someone here from home, but he is not inclined to help me.

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Sounds like a prick.

Do you hate him?

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

I-- No.

[ A long pause. ] Maybe.

I think I loved him.

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Think?

Are you, like, behind him in regards to time? I know I'm behind my friend when it comes to that.

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

Oh. No. It is just that things have changed. I used to love him, perhaps, but now I am not so certain.

He is not a very nice person. [ Said very carefully. Tessa isn't used to insulting people. ]

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You're probably better off without him, then. Not nice people tend to cause you more harm than good.

Maybe I could get him to help. Or get my friend to.

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

Your friend?

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If this guy gets violent, my friend can take it. He's immortal. Doesn't really die, even when you bury him six feet under.

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Will would not hurt me [ physically ]. He's a Shadowhunter.

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What's that?

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

The children of angels and humans.

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He's a -

An angel?