myownface | Toronto, Sunday Morning, Fandom Time

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"... He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me he loves me not he loves me- Yo, Rabbit. You still haven't told me why you're here." Sparkle looked up from his shirt, which he was opening one button at a time, and over to Raine, who was sitting on her bed on the other side of the room, flipping idly through the pages of some girly magazine or other that Sparkle had already written off as too tacky to waste his time with. "Why are you here?"

"My mother died," Raine replied, slamming her magazine shut as she scowled up at him. "Hah!"

"That sucks."

They both sat there in silence for a moment before Raine spoke again.

"Father's a dick."

"Goes without saying," Sparkle offered. Why else would she be here if he was still alive, right?

"Kicked out of my friends, zero relatives-- So!" Raine set her magazine down and looked at him expectantly. "Why are you here?"

Fuck, Sparkle hated that question.

"Oh, me?" He reached for a clean shirt, something that would be able to handle a bit of action if Atton had a mind to send him running laps around Mapleview or something, and shrugged. "I'm unmanageable."

"What does that mean, unmanageable?"

"Oh, nothing really. Just..." Sparkle pulled the new shirt over his head, and then made his way over to check his make-up in the mirror. "I killed my parents."

Bullshit. And Raine was going to call it, too. Go on and let her. It wasn't like he was making a hell of a lot of effort to look like he was even remotely being honest right then.

"You did not."

"Oh yes. I did." He reached for a tube of black lipstick, contemplated it for a moment, and decided, fuck it, not today. "And I had my reasons."

"Really?" Raine was looking dubious now. It didn't take much bullshit to get her to start wondering if maybe there was something to it all. Really just went to show how much good breeding was in her, to believe something so completely fucking stupid just because they were all problem kids or whatever. "Honestly?"

"I had... my... reasons. And that's why I'm here." Sparkle did reach for the eyeshadow, at least. Old habits died hard. "Nobody wants to adopt somebody who killed his parents, right?"

Raine just stared at him as he got back to touching up his eyes. And she continued staring at him until he made his way out the door to go meet up with Atton, cackling.

[OOC: Yeah, just grabbing another chunk of Habitat and getting it out of the way! Open for phone calls or texts or whatever pre-Atton, but mostly just waiting for that guy!]

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"You weren't kidding about the fancy neighborhood," Atton said. "I'm feeling judged already."

It'd been a while since he'd gone full Earth outfit, and the Metallica t-shirt probably wasn't fancy enough for the area, no. The slouching against the fence outside just kind of went with the territory at this point.

"Right? Welcome to Mapleview," Sparkle intoned, smirking faintly as he walked over to greet Atton. "Judged in twenty minutes or less or your money back. Lewis is already getting hate mail. It's great."

It wasn't great.

"There are probably old ladies clutching their pearls as they watch us through their windows right now, assuming we're doing some kind of drug deal or something."

"See, if you ask me, it's the ones who can afford to spend that much time on their lawn--" Atton jabbed his thumb back at one of the homes behind him, "...that you have to watch. White collar crime's worse than Sith hell."

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"Well, sure it is," Sparkle agreed with a shrug as he reached into a pocket for his smokes. "I mean, where the hell do you think they get all that money. It isn't like they work for it."

Okay, maybe some of them worked for it. Lewis had. Lewis had worked damn hard for it.

"What do you think the median age is here?" Atton said. "Seventy?"

He pulled away from the fence. "They should be thanking you people for bringing it down a few notches."

"Sixty, seventy, sure." There was a pause as Sparkle lit his smoke, and then offered the pack to Atton. If they were already ruffians or whatever, it wasn't like lighting up some cigarettes was going to change much. "There are a few families down the street. Doctors or lawyers or whatever with kids, even. But for the most part, it's the stuffy old ones that can't leave it alone. Funny, since it isn't like most of them are going to live long enough to see some of our kids age out."

Atton reached into one of the pockets of his jacket - an Earth-style one, for once - and got out his own pack of cigarettes, holding it up demonstratively. He'd come prepared, for once.

"They're scared," he said. "They're old and frail and you guys can run without breaking a hip."

He snagged his own lighter, as well, and lit up a cigarette. "But this is where you miscreants live, huh?"

"Huh."

Sparkle shrugged as he tucked his cigarettes away, and then turned to look up at the house with the big sugar maple out front.

"Yeah, this is the home, I guess. So far as places to live go, it's not shitty. It's, like, no Jedi temple, but there's a roof and elbow room, so that's a win."

"Trust me, the Jedi Temple isn't my idea of the ultimate place to live," Atton said.

(The Hawk came closer. His apartment was great. This house... wasn't very close, to be fair.)

"You're not living on the street, that's the important part."

"Yeah," Sparkle replied, taking a slow drag from his smoke and blowing off a few smoke rings. Or... attempting a few smoke rings. He was still working on those. "At least the street isn't the only option, I guess. That's been drilled into my head enough I'm not going to end up eating out of garbage cans unless something goes extremely shitty somewhere along the way."

And even just accepting that was a big step up from where he could be right now, wasn't it?

Atton bit back a comment about being careful about relying on that-- one he definitely would've made a year ago.

Now it was just in his head, which was a step up, too.

"I dunno," he said, "I've had Lecter's food show up on my doorstep. Think I'd prefer the garbage cans to that one, personally."

"Hey, you might not like Doctor Lecter, but you can't deny he knows what he's doing with some fancy cheese and a few tomatoes," Sparkle replied, vaguely amused. "Bonus points for not having to fight off rats and scrape off mould before eating it."

Because holy shit that would not fly in Hannibal's kitchen.

"Next time he brings you a lasagne you would rather have nothing to do with, though, feel free to call me over and I'll help you dispose of it."

"Don't think I won't take you up on that," Atton said, taking a drag off his cigarette. "I maintain that showing up to the doorstep of a near-stranger with food and groceries is crazy people behavior."

He shook his head and shot another look at the house. "How many kids are up in there these days, anyway?"

"Like, a dozen of us?" Sparkle shrugged and looked up at it, too. "Raine, Harry, Dave, Doreen, Amir, Darlene - Lots of 'D' names, I guess. Doreen is fucking fierce, threw a kid into the tiger pit at the zoo once, no fucking lie."

All of this was irrelevant, wasn't it? Sparkle kept his distance from Doreen unless she wanted to talk. She preferred it that way. Didn't even hate him.

All for the best.

"Some of 'em aren't bad. Like, different levels of not bad, but I guess you know about that anyway, like sharing a house with a kid who screams all night or one who punches holes in the walls or steals fucking socks or whatever, like, it's still..."

He looked up quietly at the house for a moment more, and then turned his attention back to his cigarette.

It was so, so fucked up. He needed a bit of fucked up in his life, maybe. Nothing but fucked up felt quite right. Never had.

Yeah, Atton remembered the last few years of the Mandalorian Wars pretty clearly-- he'd been glad to be put on piloting duty because at least it meant he could find some quiet away from more or less exactly what Sparkle described.

So he shrugged. Yeah, fucked up, it happened. What were you going to do, cry about it?

"You got thick walls, at least? Because that sounds like a recipe for a headache if you ask me."

"Fancy house in the middle of sunshiney Mapleview Lanes?" Sparkle shook his head a little. "It's not like the sort of people who live down a street like this make much noise. Why would the walls be thick? I can sleep through a fucking earthquake, I don't care. Raine hates it, though. Only child, never had to deal with this kind of thing. She's like this new little flower and the wind keeps blowing and blowing and, fuck, I haven't seen a new kid this fragile in a while."

In retrospect, telling her that he'd killed his parents probably didn't help with that.

Well, if it didn't kill her...

"You mentioned," Atton said. He cast Sparkle a sideways glance. "She around here, or doing... whatever it is you kids do when you're not hanging around the house?"

Terrorizing the neighborhood?

"Reading in our room, last I checked." Sparks gave a little nod to the upstairs window, close to the branches of the big tree. "But who knows? By now she might have run off to, like, go talk to this old lady down the street that she just completely fucking adores. Guess she walked into her house on her first day, thinking it was here, and she's been all grandmother figure at her since. God knows how long that'll last. Probably until the novelty of having someone under the age of fifty stop by to eat crappy petrified hard candies now and then finally wears off."

"It's a miracle no one's chucked her out the window yet for conspiring with the enemy," Atton drawled. He was joking. Mostly. "Guess she's the more aesthetically acceptable one around here."

"She's new," Sparkle agreed. "She was a spoiled rich kid before her mom bumped off and her dad's some useless shit running around somewhere without her, hasn't got time for his own kid. I see her dancing sometimes, though, when she thinks she's alone. Like, ballet or something. She's pretty good. It's no wonder she gets along with the withered old crone."

Atton gave a theatrical shiver. "No good ever comes from withered old crones," he said. "You tell her that, maybe she'll listen."

"Yeaaaah, no," Sparkle snorted. "I'm pretty sure Raine only listens when you throw her off enough. Like, she pays attention easy enough, but she still knows better than anyone. Especially since I'm not exactly number one on the list of 'Mapleview Lanes' Top Ten Most Trustworthy People' or anything."

"You're not? I'm deeply disappointed," Atton said.

He eyed his cigarette. "Just how bad have you traumatized the kid?"

"Not too bad, I don't think," Sparkle decided, after a brief, thoughtful pause. "Like, I come in through the window a lot, but she's used to that by now, and I think maybe she's starting to learn when I'm saying complete bullshit to her."

A pause.

"Probably. By now she's gotta be, right?"

"I dunno," Atton said, after a pauze. "I mean, you're kind of like one of those bouncy balls going off the walls for an hour when you get going. Easy to get confused."

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