Disclaimer: None of them belong to me. *sighs*
They fell for it.
Every one of them. I could see it in their eyes, in their voices. Hear it in their words. All so pathetically eager to believe that Angel is watching over us. Guiding us in our times of need.
And it didn't even take any acting, really. They all act like they're so damn smart, but not one of them checked for a pulse. It was all a matter of letting my eyes lose focus and holding my breath for a couple of seconds. Childs play, and they bought it.
The best part is, they wouldn't believe the truth if someone told them. Their sweet, innocent little Mimi? No, she wouldn't... Couldn't... Do anything like that! Not Mimi! God, these people think they're intelligent, but they can't see beyond the props set in front of them. Cattle, the lot of them.
Why bother? Why not? Life's too boring to simply go with the flow. I lived below them for over a year without them noticing me. Watching and rolling my eyes. The were so damn *stupid*. It was like a bad soap opera. But the more laughable they became, the more I wanted to get into their little group. Direct the soap opera myself, from the inside, if you will.
So it came down to deciding who to latch onto. The toss up between Mark and Roger. With Benny as a fringe benifit. Not much of a difference between any of them, really. Mark would have been easier to lead around by the nose, I suppose. But bad enough that he's always got his camera trained on life as if passes him by. I couldn't chance chosing him and making a mistake big enough for even him to notice, captured on film. With Roger, I could skim over the mistakes, if I made them.
But Roger turned out to be the right choice. With equiptment and luck, Mark might someday be able to come up with a finished product that's marginally intelligent. Roger has no such hope. Relying only on himself to create the lyrics and music. Not only is he boring, but the man cannot write! That song he's so proud of is such garbage that I was hard pressed not to burst out laughing.
Which brings be back to *that* night. I'd had enough of their dysfunctional little 'family', and made myself scarce when Roger ran off to San Antonio, or wherever. I wouldn't have hooked up with them again at all, if I hadn't seen Maureen and her woman of the hour cut through the park. So I thought quick and curled up on the ground. They fell for that, too. Believing exactly what I wanted them to believe.
They took me back to the loft, and I had a brainstorm while whatshisname was singing that wretched song. He loves me? Touching. Plans can change. I pretend to die, then suddenly 'come back' to them, with a quaint little story about having a vision of Angel. Sure, now I have to stick around for awhile longer, but I knew they'd go into raptures. The joke had been getting stale, but now I have a feeling that there are a few more laughs to be had here.
So I'll stick around. Milk this for all I can. And when things get boring again? Well, if I don't come up with some other twist by then, I'll just slip away and let dear Roger wither. Or maybe camera boy will cheer him up. I know he'd jump at the chance. Which just makes me want to put off leaving even longer.
Yeah, it's cruel.
Such is life.
A/N: I don't know why, or where it came from. I love Mimi, but it just stuck in my head and circled there. For better or worse, I had to write it down. A bit strange, I don't like writing in 1st person, but... *shrugs*
They fell for it.
Every one of them. I could see it in their eyes, in their voices. Hear it in their words. All so pathetically eager to believe that Angel is watching over us. Guiding us in our times of need.
And it didn't even take any acting, really. They all act like they're so damn smart, but not one of them checked for a pulse. It was all a matter of letting my eyes lose focus and holding my breath for a couple of seconds. Childs play, and they bought it.
The best part is, they wouldn't believe the truth if someone told them. Their sweet, innocent little Mimi? No, she wouldn't... Couldn't... Do anything like that! Not Mimi! God, these people think they're intelligent, but they can't see beyond the props set in front of them. Cattle, the lot of them.
Why bother? Why not? Life's too boring to simply go with the flow. I lived below them for over a year without them noticing me. Watching and rolling my eyes. The were so damn *stupid*. It was like a bad soap opera. But the more laughable they became, the more I wanted to get into their little group. Direct the soap opera myself, from the inside, if you will.
So it came down to deciding who to latch onto. The toss up between Mark and Roger. With Benny as a fringe benifit. Not much of a difference between any of them, really. Mark would have been easier to lead around by the nose, I suppose. But bad enough that he's always got his camera trained on life as if passes him by. I couldn't chance chosing him and making a mistake big enough for even him to notice, captured on film. With Roger, I could skim over the mistakes, if I made them.
But Roger turned out to be the right choice. With equiptment and luck, Mark might someday be able to come up with a finished product that's marginally intelligent. Roger has no such hope. Relying only on himself to create the lyrics and music. Not only is he boring, but the man cannot write! That song he's so proud of is such garbage that I was hard pressed not to burst out laughing.
Which brings be back to *that* night. I'd had enough of their dysfunctional little 'family', and made myself scarce when Roger ran off to San Antonio, or wherever. I wouldn't have hooked up with them again at all, if I hadn't seen Maureen and her woman of the hour cut through the park. So I thought quick and curled up on the ground. They fell for that, too. Believing exactly what I wanted them to believe.
They took me back to the loft, and I had a brainstorm while whatshisname was singing that wretched song. He loves me? Touching. Plans can change. I pretend to die, then suddenly 'come back' to them, with a quaint little story about having a vision of Angel. Sure, now I have to stick around for awhile longer, but I knew they'd go into raptures. The joke had been getting stale, but now I have a feeling that there are a few more laughs to be had here.
So I'll stick around. Milk this for all I can. And when things get boring again? Well, if I don't come up with some other twist by then, I'll just slip away and let dear Roger wither. Or maybe camera boy will cheer him up. I know he'd jump at the chance. Which just makes me want to put off leaving even longer.
Yeah, it's cruel.
Such is life.
A/N: I don't know why, or where it came from. I love Mimi, but it just stuck in my head and circled there. For better or worse, I had to write it down. A bit strange, I don't like writing in 1st person, but... *shrugs*