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RP Moment "Average Every Day Sane Psycho" - ::so late, it's early::

Mike paces around the room, thinking, thinking, his thoughts going in circles...Goren couldn't be dead, could he? He could, but why now? Why all that, if she was just going to shoot him?

He finally sits, staring at the case notes spread out in front of him. The words mean nothing, they're just there, random squiggles running across the mass of paper. Absentmindedly, he runs his hand up and down the scars on his forearms. After a while, he glances down at them. Twenty-six years have helped them fade, but they still zig-zag his skin...as if he needed a reminder of the look in Kath's eyes as she launched herself at him. He gazes at the scars, then the notes - there is something almost coming together - almost.

She was going to kill me...but not at first. She said, she said she'd kill both of us, because I didn't love her..."He'll never love me." What's going on? Why? Even crazy people have patterns.

Suddenly, it begins to snap into place. There's no way Bobby is dead. No way. She's never had him, so she'd never be conviced she couldn't so soon. That's not how a psycho works - if she killed him, she'd kill herself, too. This is just her way of making us give up, of keeping him to herself! All this crap was to isolate him; when that didn't work, she actually just grabbed him. Or maybe she wanted to break Bobby down so that he'd beleive we'd be glad to be rid of him, glad it was over.
Geezus, and I almost was. This makes sense. Too much sense.


He glances back at the notes - the mess...something about the mess, and notes and Bobby...
"That binder! That fucking binder!"

Grabbing his coat, Mike slams the door and runs down the stairs...the only person who'd come close to figuring out Nicole had a blueprint just waiting to be followed.

And in the car, the radio plays

You think that I go home at night
Take off my clothes, turn out the lights
But I burn letters that I write
To you, to make you love me

Yeah, I drive naked through the park
And run the stop sign in the dark
Stand in the street, yell out my heart
To make, to make you love me

I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho

You may not believe in me
But I believe in you
So I still take the trash out
Does that make me too normal for you?

So dig a little deeper, cause
You still don't get it yet
See me lickin' my lips, need a primitive fix
And I'll make, I'll make you love me

I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess

See me jump through hoops for you
You stand there watching me performing
What exactly do you do?
Have you ever thought it's you that's boring?
Who the hell are you?

I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho

Tags: binder, goren, psycho, wallace
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