#† Can A Hardened Heart Still Break Once Its Stopped Beating ?? † ( Omen Verse 2. )

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@plasticslasher || I don’t know. 

“ Charles - - - rich people snort cocaine & poor people smoke weed. We are no longer the latter & I’m pretty sure Harvey can hook us up with some preemo shit ... “ 

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@fissarsi || Lyric Starter - Mama Ren™ 

Song: ‘ Reflection ‘ - Lea Salonga 

“ Can it be - I'm not meant to play this part ?? “

She used to be so sure of her matronly instincts, but maybe she was fooling herself ?? Children needed nurturing, understanding & love. That she could give in abundance, but perhaps her sanity was not at appropriate levels for this responsibility. Damien had cautioned that she might be too old for this & she was starting to believe it. She might bring shame down on the Thorn family name if she has another protective outburst over her defiant adopted son.

“ Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself - - - I would break my family's heart. “

She sighs, a ragged - almost sad noise rippling from a slight figure.

“ I was crazy to think I could do this. I’ve failed you, darling. I’m sorry. “ 

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@hisnumber || Older Rennie Starter !!

Rennie is a people watcher. 

( Doctors are supposed to be analytical, read someone’s body language & all the subtleties people give up. On the other hand, maybe she’s just too critical, in general ?? ) 

She hardly bothers looking up from her perch in the office’s window seat. Face never deviating an inch from the thick pane of glass separating her from the 346 foot drop. As it stands, her son is playing around George’s feet as he tends to a flowerbed. The child looks up beaming - waving enthusiastically at her and she returns this gesture quickly. 

( Aleister was a special child - that was always clear, but there’s something she’s unsure of & whatever it is . . . she feels a growing ambivalence toward the child. He’s only a child and yet ?? He’s something a little greater than that . . . perhaps it’s the expectation thrust upon him so early that’s made her feel as if he’s slowly slipping from her grasp as the only other being she understands in whole. )

The smile falls as the child’s head dips to inspect, what she assumes, are likely worms from the garden. A pained sigh escapes her as she finally tears herself away from her watchful position to address the slight noise from a few moments previous. 

“ I didn’t hear you come in . . . “ 

She manages a much more convincing smile now, even as the sinking feeling grows worse. Confusion and paranoia have steadily been eating away at her, but she refuses to show that overtly.

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@fissarsi || Renée Thorn Starter !!

“ Darling, be careful !! I don’t want you to ruin your new jacket !!! “

She stands poised by the edge of the sidewalk, eyes locked on her son as he moved away from her. Though she had never been able to have children, the chance to adopt had given her a free avenue to allow her maternal instincts to flourish - even if she was a little overly protective. 

( She reaches out to catch his arm and misses by an inch. )

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@wiseguypuppychild​ || Adult Rennie Starter. 

-> Lyric Selection: ‘ Hero ‘ By: Mariah Carey

Reneé is not particularly meditative, nor does she typically dwell on the past. At this point, there’s no real reason - - - the good days are far behind her now & it had only recently dawned on her during her 47th birthday that this unrelenting fact were painfully true. 

Her life of privilege & prestige had also given way to a dull ache for anonymity & rest. She had done her part, as promised. What that meant to the outside world was only a superficial representation of how she had carried out her duties. At a cursory glance, it would seem she deserved a respite. 

As a matter of fact, the last 18 years or so had been dedicated to raising her step-son to the best of her ability with as little outside influence from Buher or Jefferies as possible. What had she told Kathleen Reynolds during the interview several years ago ??? After she asked how difficult it had been to take on the responsibility of her husband’s ‘ pardon me, but: ‘ obvious infidelity ‘ ?? ‘.

It had taken Rennie off guard & she had stared blankly at Ms. Wyatt, ( Kathleen’s assistant ), for some help. However, she was met by a cool indifference & muddled through as best she could: 

“ Ah, well - - - it’s harder to manage the older you get, with the toll it takes on your health ... but, you cast your fears aside & you know you can survive.  That’s it. It had to be done & I wouldn’t trade it for anything. “

Now, she merely sat in the BBC Headquarters waiting room. 

She had an appointment & there’s a vague sense of familiarity as she swivels in the direction of the next living person she’s come into contact with since the stuffy lady running the front desk.  

“ You ... I think I know you ?? Don’t I ??? “

[hypnocil-queen]

"It's been awhile, huh?"

“ Bit of an understatement as I see it. “ 

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