Booker DeWitt (
wipeawaythedebt) wrote2014-08-26 11:01 pm
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Loop Two
When he wakes up it's slowly, his neck screaming and his mouth tasting the wrong end of a horse. It's a familiar, if somewhat disorienting feeling. The kind of feeling he used to have waking up after a night of gambling at the saloon down the street, after passing out on his desk with a bottle in his hand. But that was before Columbia, before her and... wait a minute. Didn't he just do this? Shouldn't he be...
"Elizabeth! Alana!"
Standing up, he fights the urge to sway and maybe lose the contents of his stomach as he heads towards the door. He's not gone completely crazy has he? They were just here, he knows they were just here. Pausing at the edge of his desk, he pulls over the newspaper. Same date, 1912. It doesn't make any sense. None of this does. Has something gone wrong with one of Elizabeth's tears? Have they gone rogue somehow, like she can't control them anymore?
He's got to figure this out, "ELIZABETH!"
"Elizabeth! Alana!"
Standing up, he fights the urge to sway and maybe lose the contents of his stomach as he heads towards the door. He's not gone completely crazy has he? They were just here, he knows they were just here. Pausing at the edge of his desk, he pulls over the newspaper. Same date, 1912. It doesn't make any sense. None of this does. Has something gone wrong with one of Elizabeth's tears? Have they gone rogue somehow, like she can't control them anymore?
He's got to figure this out, "ELIZABETH!"
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That's exactly where she's about to head, catching herself before she starts up the stairs. "Elizabeth?" She's down here too, somewhere. "Are you here?"
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Of course it had. If it'd been a dream, she'd have woken up in bed, not here. Not again. She looked up when she heard someone calling for her, realizing Alana was here - again - too.
"I'm here," she said, from the chair she'd been in the first time she awoke. Standing, she looked around, trying to even begin to understand what was going on. She walked over after she gained her bearings, realizing if Alana was here, someone else was, too. "We need to go back to Booker."
It was almost on cue that she realized she faintly heard someone yelling from upstairs somewhere. Without a second thought, she started climbing the stairwell, intent on seeing what was going on.
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To be honest, some days he's not sure he is.
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"Booker," she says, more relaxed now. "I don't know what that was. We just woke up downstairs again." And since he doesn't seem too surprised that they're here, she's guessing the same is true for him.
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Still. Still, she felt the need to say it out loud.
"This isn't me," she said as she locked eyes with Booker when they met up upstairs. She said it as much for herself as she did for him. It didn't work this way, not - not that she knew of. "Booker - what's the last thing you remember?"
Was it the same as them? Something had to make sense with this.
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"I was leaving with Lutece, to try and..." And what? "...to try and do it right this time." If he's being given second and third chances, he's going to get Elizabeth out of that tower and out of Columbia the right way this time. No more side trips, just get her and get out.
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And then Booker was going to leave them there to find Elizabeth who was right here. She understands the importance of the mission to him, so perhaps it's irrational to be frustrated he was just going to leave them, but she is. They're lost enough as it is without separating.
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She was about to try to make him stop and stay. Leaving was an awful idea.
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"Goddamn." He swears, rubbing his eyes. He's so tired of all this. Jumping through times and spaces, never knowing where the next one goes. He doesn't care much for his life and frankly he's surprised that he's lived this long, but he'd at least like to face whatever kills him knowing why.
And the voice coming from the hallway doesn't help him much. "Well, isn't this quite the surprise. Mr. DeWitt, you have guests."
Lutece. "What the hell have you done?"
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She doesn't want to call attention to that, though, not least when Lutece is far from trustworthy. "Hello," she says simply, glancing toward Elizabeth. The situation would be sticky enough without the strange time warp.
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Or was he pretending not to know?
Her gaze shifted to Booker, waiting to see what he was going to do. It seemed Lutece was there for him again, after all.
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Booker watches as Lutece's eyes glance over to Elizabeth for a moment and he moves to stand between them. He may be shit at everything else, but he'll go to hell before he lets Lutece get his hands on her.
"No." He speaks slowly, not really knowing if this is the right thing to do or a terrible mistake, but he guesses making the same decision over and over again isn't going to help anyone. "Changed my mind. I'm no taking you deal."
"We've been over this, DeWitt, your debt-"
"Is mine, I'll sort it myself."
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Whether or not they'll get this sorted out and get to talk about it is a different matter altogether.
"You heard him, Mr. Lutece," she says evenly. "I think it's time for you to leave."
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"Yes, leave," Elizabeth echoed, staring at the man. He was as unsettling as ever, and she was beginning to wonder if he had something to do with all of this somehow.
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The man in the suit smiles, almost as if he's heard this all before and with a slight shrug of the shoulders, he replaces his hat and heads for the door. "Very well, Mr. DeWitt, the debt is yours once again. Perhaps we'll meet again." Tipping the hat a bit as he passes Alana and Elizabeth he adds, "Ladies, a pleasure as always. Or will be. Perhaps both."
Booker just watches him leave.