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[smashtheclock]

[Curled up in a corner of the lobby, there's a little boy, sobbing into his knees. He's smudged with ash and dirt, and one of his knees is skinned and bleeding. There's a scarlet hand-print starting to blossom on one of his cheeks, too. He doesn't know where he is, or what's going on - his face and knee are hurting, but that's nothing compared to the fact that the last thing he remembers is pushing through the crowd to try to get to his parents, being held back and slapped by that man. And now he's in this place, with no idea what this place is, or how he got here, or where that man or his parents or anyone has gone.

Anyone care to come and help out a poor babby Clive?]

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[timesugarcoated.livejournal.com]

[Dimitri, who also is new to the lobby, notices from across the room, a boy who looks like the Clive he knew. The young Clive he knew when he worked in the same building he lived. What was going on? Well, he couldn't leave a child crying.]

[He walks up to Clive with a smile, and kneel's down to him. He holds his hands sweetly.]

Hey, are you hurt?

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[Clive tries to stifle a sob, shaking his head. This guy... he looks like one of the scientists, but-- but wouldn't he have been in the lab, in that case?]

N-no, but... I-I...

[timesugarcoated.livejournal.com]

Yes, my boy? Are you lost?

[He keeps his hands on Clive's, keeping a sincere smile. He hopes he can help his crying.]

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[He nods firmly.]

Y-yeah, and... th-there was an explosion, at the l-lab...

[timesugarcoated.livejournal.com]

[Dimitri's eyes widened when he heard that. It was this Clive.]

Well, don't worry about it, I'm sure everything will be fine. I'm here for you, right? I'm Dimitri

[smashtheclock]

Y-yeah, you... you worked at the lab, right?

But... how will anything be fine, M-mister Dimitri??

[timesugarcoated.livejournal.com]

Yes, I did. I remember meeting you.

I don't know sweetie, I know that we can keep each other company okay?

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[Clive nods, stifling another sob against his arm.]

B-but my... the explosion was really big, Mister Dimitri, a-and my parents...

[timesugarcoated.livejournal.com]

I know. I know it must have really big.

But no matter what happens, I'll be here, okay?

Dawwwwwwww ;~~~;

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

{Clive's just passing by. But he heard the crying. Or sobbing, rather.

He looks over and pales. No... that couldn't be...

He instantly kneels beside you.}

Hey, are you okay? {Even though he knows you're not.}

Re: Dawwwwwwww ;~~~;

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[Clive lifts his head, shaking it rapidly.]

N-no, my... my parents...

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

...I know. I remember.
It... it'll work out... somehow. {And hopefully in a different way than him. He puts an arm around your shoulders, trying to be comforting.}

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[Clive clings onto his double, sniffling loudly.]

W-what d'you mean, you remember?

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

I know this seems rather hard to believe... But I am you. From the future. {He'll let you cling.}

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A-ah... did you... d-did you use a time machine?

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

N-not quite. See... this place. It takes people from their original times and worlds and puts them here.

{Not gonna mention the fake time machine fiasco.}

[smashtheclock]

B-but... I have to get back! I-I need to... I need to find out what happened...!

Oh god Seda! I love you forever but how am I going to be able to stop Monocle from badtouching him?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

[Monocle walks across the crying Clive. He has a habit of 'just passing by' newcomers, but this one was genuinely down to chance and the last person he ever expected to see. Seeing Clive like this... it brings back too many memories of the explosion and everything he'd tried to block out.

He kneels down.]

...Clive?

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[...that man. The one who'd held him back and stopped him from running into it.

Clive surges forward, clinging tightly onto Monocle and bawling louder.]

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

[Puts his arms around him, hugging Clive closely. He can smell the slight tinge of burning on his clothes, it's cruel that the Dressingroom would pull him in from this point...]

It... it's all right, my boy...

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I-I don't know what's going on, there was the explosion and-- and you stopped me, and then everything went away and I was here and I'm scared.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Perhaps... this is for the best...

[Keeps him close.]

I am sorry, for what happened to your parents...

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[Clinging on tightly, Clive tries to stifle his sobs.]

I-I'm scared, mister, I d-don't have anyone else and... and...

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, I'll look after you.

[Picks up Clive.]

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[Clive clings even tighter, then. He's small for his age and will continue to be forever, so he's probably not even difficult to lift.]

B-but... where are we?