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Oct. 14th, 2011 04:53 pmThere's a girl on the island wearing her face.
She's heard about this. People from two different places, two different times, who aren't related but look identical. Not clones, that would be manageable, but different people from other universes who just happen to be identical twins. One of the people she met on the first night has a twin she's already seen, someone with completely different mannerisms. It's a little weird, but, hey, tropical pocket reality split off from the multiverse: the standard for what's considered weird here is pretty high.
But now there's a girl who looks like her, who looks just like her. Not just a good costume, not just a trick of make up and disguse. She's her. It's goes beyond weird and lands right in fucking uncanny. If Stephanie wasn't still wearing her own skin, she'd think it was Jane Doe.
Stephanie saw her for the first time leaving the Compound, spotted her just out of the corner of her eye. When faced with an unknown problem, the first thing you do is do your homework, so, abandoning her laundry, she'd taken off after her not-clone. Her red t-shirt didn't make skulking ideal, even in the deepening twilight, but she managed. It'd been easier to sneak after her once they'd got under the canopy cover, Steph had climbed up into the trees and stepped from branch to branch a few feet behind this strange, possibly evil version of herself.
Hey, she's a Bat, she comes by her stalking tendencies honestly. And, anyway, it's just to make sure anti-Stephanie isn't out to murder someone and make her take the blame. Maybe this isn't Gotham City, but crazy things could still happen here.
But jungle recon is a whole different world from the urban stuff she's used to. Out of easy branches within reach, Steph chanced a leap and grabbed at a thick bough on the next tree over. Wincing at the louder-than-she'd-like landing, she kicks out for a foothold and chances a glance down at her identical quarry. Hopefully her fumbling landing wouldn't attract any notice.
She's heard about this. People from two different places, two different times, who aren't related but look identical. Not clones, that would be manageable, but different people from other universes who just happen to be identical twins. One of the people she met on the first night has a twin she's already seen, someone with completely different mannerisms. It's a little weird, but, hey, tropical pocket reality split off from the multiverse: the standard for what's considered weird here is pretty high.
But now there's a girl who looks like her, who looks just like her. Not just a good costume, not just a trick of make up and disguse. She's her. It's goes beyond weird and lands right in fucking uncanny. If Stephanie wasn't still wearing her own skin, she'd think it was Jane Doe.
Stephanie saw her for the first time leaving the Compound, spotted her just out of the corner of her eye. When faced with an unknown problem, the first thing you do is do your homework, so, abandoning her laundry, she'd taken off after her not-clone. Her red t-shirt didn't make skulking ideal, even in the deepening twilight, but she managed. It'd been easier to sneak after her once they'd got under the canopy cover, Steph had climbed up into the trees and stepped from branch to branch a few feet behind this strange, possibly evil version of herself.
Hey, she's a Bat, she comes by her stalking tendencies honestly. And, anyway, it's just to make sure anti-Stephanie isn't out to murder someone and make her take the blame. Maybe this isn't Gotham City, but crazy things could still happen here.
But jungle recon is a whole different world from the urban stuff she's used to. Out of easy branches within reach, Steph chanced a leap and grabbed at a thick bough on the next tree over. Wincing at the louder-than-she'd-like landing, she kicks out for a foothold and chances a glance down at her identical quarry. Hopefully her fumbling landing wouldn't attract any notice.
