profitableboron: they ain't no clones of mine (Cuz if your clones don't dance)
Sam Bell [1 | 5] ([personal profile] profitableboron) wrote in [community profile] homemeless 2013-03-24 11:51 am (UTC)

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[He got old.

A burn for a good-looking man, certainly. For a man who only lived three years and isn't sure he was supposed to live any longer than that? It hurts, but he doesn't let it show, doesn't let it come across in his voice or anything like it. He's not sure if clones were only supposed to "last" three years or if that, at the end of those three years, there was something to do with radiation. Maybe Lunar believed they'd all be so eager to go home, so sick with cabin fever and feverish with the desire to see "their" wife and daughter that they wouldn't stop to really think about it.

The original Sam Bell would be much older. But Sam? He was never meant to get old.

Still, he can't fault David for it. David shouldn't be expected to tiptoe around anything that could possibly bother Sam. They're not talking about Sam anyway, but a man he's never met.

And, to be honest, is quite glad he didn't.
]

Aging is rough to those people who spent so long thinking they were the hottest thing that ever came out of a set of parents. [He shrugs one shoulder, flicking a bit of grass off of his pants before he runs his hand up to rest on his knee.] Vanity, I guess. You live so long being told that you're gorgeous, you do your best to stay gorgeous...and yet it happens. Inevitability, right?

[But not everyone goes off and makes David8s. What a lucky man this Peter Weyland must have been, to be smart and handsome.]

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