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Post by NotACoolKid on Sept 11, 2011 21:40:57 GMT -5
*Nack's eyes dart back and forth between the two, trying to guage them. He's not sure what to think of them anymore, but he realizes that they're the closest he's had to friends in years.* It's...it's okay. I understand. Death is hard. Just...don't lose your heads, okay? Literally and figuratively. Don't want you guys goin' down, too.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Sept 11, 2011 21:54:08 GMT -5
*I nod my head and stand up, using the counter to keep myself up.* Don't worry about us Nack. We always plan ahead. It's going to take a lot for us to get ghosted. I...I'm going to go take a shower. *I leave them alone and head to the bathroom. I look in the mirror at my bruised eye. I take my shirt off and see the deep purple bruises where she kicked me and where my rib punctured a blood vessel. My head still aches from the concussion she gave me yet I would let her do it all again if it meant her coming back. I lean against the bathroom wall and let myself slide down. I put my head and arms on my knees and cry as the water running from the shower faucet drowns out any noise.*
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Post by redhavoc on Sept 11, 2011 21:56:12 GMT -5
*I watch from the corner, a piece of what motivates a killjoy clicking into place, a piece entirely missing from BLI*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Sept 12, 2011 0:46:28 GMT -5
*Nack looks around, taking in the situation, and decides to head over to Red, who looks rather uncomfortable and alone.* Uh...I'm sorry about your...about this. You must have known them, too?
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Post by redhavoc on Sept 12, 2011 1:06:49 GMT -5
*I shake my head 'no', unsure why she has come over to me. I try to get push myself further into the corner, now throughly uncomfortable. My notebook falls out of my pocket and I quickly pick it up*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Sept 12, 2011 1:10:11 GMT -5
*Realizes the extent to which he's made her uncomfortable and backs off slightly* O-oh. Sorry...
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Post by redhavoc on Sept 12, 2011 1:25:11 GMT -5
*I fumble with my notebook, taking out a pen, and write: 'It's ok. I just don't know how to react in a situation like this. I was in BLI until a couple days ago' I hand it to her and point to my jacket. My clothing is all BLI issue, and has the standard logos and 'X' on the side*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Sept 12, 2011 1:30:33 GMT -5
*Nack nods.* Uh...I don't...know much about BLI, but it doesn't matter to me. You're...you're with these people, and you came to get me. So you're good, right? Then it doesn't matter!
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Post by redhavoc on Sept 12, 2011 1:44:14 GMT -5
*I stare at her, with her enthusiastic attitude and tattered clothing... she's possibly the strangest killjoy I've encountered yet, and that's including Sugar. I frown and take back the notebook slowly, writing: 'I don't know if I'm good, but these people are, no matter what Poison tells you. If now, they would have killed me a long time ago' and hand it back to her. I wonder if she understands how dangerous I am*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Sept 12, 2011 1:53:59 GMT -5
*Nack looks down at the notebook and smiles.* I know. I know they're good. I understand. *Her face falls* People get consumed by negative emotions. Loneliness, sadness, anger, rage, hatred. It all happens, all eats people up. Eats them from the inside out. Only time people turn bad is when they got nothin' good left in their lives. Or when they don't see the good in others. They ain't like that. You ain't either.
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Post by redhavoc on Sept 12, 2011 2:06:18 GMT -5
*I feel my face soften a little and write: 'How can you tell?' before giving her the notebook back. I look over to the other killjoys. Retro's gone to a side room and Sarah's trying to comfort her brother, who looks worse than mad*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Sept 12, 2011 2:16:48 GMT -5
*Nack laughs and pushes a piece of hair out of his face* How do I know? Well. Hell. You haven't tried to kill me yet. *He smiles, glad to see that she's a bit less tense.*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Sept 12, 2011 10:25:53 GMT -5
*I come out of the bathroom, clean and in new clothing. My face is stoney and emotionless. I grab the pack of supplies from off the counter and sling it over my shoulder.* So, how about that raid?
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Sept 12, 2011 11:22:54 GMT -5
*rb Retro* Retro, this is Gear. I'm flying your way with Arson. What's our rendezvous?
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Post by Sylvia Main on Sept 12, 2011 11:27:00 GMT -5
*I pull out my radio and calmly say.* We need to pick up a fresh new motorbaby in zone 3. You can meet us there if you'd like. Something about a blown up outhouse...
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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