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[ It's evident on Pig's face--rather how he doesn't look up--that he's in his own world. Distant. A tongue darts out to lick dried lips and blue eyes focus on the screen--he's got a definite Irish accent, certainly from Cork, but the way he's dropping words and rearranging sentences is still a little jarring. ]

There we be. Pig and Runt. Warm like. Drinky drinky and I says "Happy Birthday, Runt!" And she? She smiles. [ There's a bit of a laugh but there's absolutely no humour in it. ]

But now where Pig, eh? Where Pig? No club, no fucking Runt. No Runt--No Runt.

Just.... Pig.

Where he be, yeah?

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[eiremagic]

[Her accent places her more north - Belfast, actually, so this is pretty impressive that she's about to say this, but:]

You could talk like a person. What the fuck is runt?

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[saidrepent]

[And here Raymond had thought doubles of oneself were only supposed to show up every few months or so.

Not that he's convinced this kid actually is his double, though, even with the physical resemblance. He's obviously younger, much younger, and his manner of speech is just... He doesn't even know what to think of it.]

Pig? [Better to find out what the hell sooner than later.]

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I talk like I wants to, mammy. [ But there's relief in his voice--oh god is there ever relief. Someone else from Ireland. ]

Runt be my pal. An' Runt be missin', but I was right there with her drinkin' before here.

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Pig.

[ A closer look, and then-- ]

Jesus fuck, we be havin' the same face but yours with the lines more.

[eiremagic]

Eden. Me name is Eden.

She's probably not here, boyo.

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But she be right here. [ As if gesturing to the spot next to him would help illustrate his point. ]

[eiremagic]

Doesn't mean she came through with you.

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[ More laughter--slightly broken, with an absolute lack of humour, but it's still laughter. ]

No. Pig an' Runt, we always together. She be here, too, somewhere. I can--

...

I can't feel her.

[ and, panicked: ]

Eden, why can't I? Where am I?! Runt's gone now, on our fuckin' birthday, an' I'm here with the tickity-tock and you.

[eiremagic]

Okay, yeah, calm down, boyo. Look about, what do you see? I'll come get you.

[saidrepent]

[Raymond finds himself nearly taken aback by that unnecessary bluntness. No way this kid is some kind of double.]

So I noticed.

What pig?

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why you be lookin' like old man me?

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[worldofourown]

In Hell, of course.

[Don't mind him, Pig. He's an ass.]

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....

[ What. ]

Dis be because I don't go to no church, yeah?

[saidrepent]

I could ask why you look like young me. But I already asked you a question.

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[worldofourown]

Of course it is!

Foolish boy. You should've attended mass like they told you to.

[A smirk]

But it's too late now. You're doomed to suffer eternal torment.

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[ Calm and Pig are two things that don't really go together, but he takes a few short breathes. ]

Some fountain... Just came here, without no nothin'. Just be drinkin' before now this is the worst birthday ever.

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What question?

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[ Pig looks confused for a few moments, scratching his cheek before it hits him. ]

Hell looks a lot like Cork, still. Big-big city, Dublin. It's just no Runt. Pig with no Runt, that's hell.

[saidrepent]

[Sigh.]

What pig?

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[worldofourown]

The Devil knows what you fear most.

[Runt? WTF kind of name is Runt?]

Sssh. Hear that ticking? It's the sound of Hell's Clock, counting the measure of your sentence.

[designedtoparty]

How the fuck would we know? Try asking directions to the nearest farm.

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[eiremagic]

[Luckily Eden was nearby, because she's heading your way, Pig. She's short - tiny, only five foot one, and wearing medical scrubs because she was on her way home from work.

She's looking around and spots him, recognizing him from the video]

You....Pig?

[She's not sure if that's his real name but if Runt is the friend, then....]

[archivy]

You're in a place called the City.

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[ Pig's curled up on the edge of the fountain, scrawny limbs and horrible clothes that only really from from a typical 17 year old living in a not so nice part of Cork. He squints against the light, notices it's the same girl from the video and tries not to show just how relieved he is. ]

Pig. N'you be Eden-like, yeah?

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What?