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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 7, 2012 1:53:47 GMT -5
*I shift my position a bit when my neck starts to get stiff, and blink a few times when I see someone standing in the doorway. I smile somewhat sleepily and wave, keeping my voice low* Hey, Gear. Need something?
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Mar 7, 2012 1:57:30 GMT -5
No, I just - *I fumble for an excuse, and then catch sight of the medical paraphernalia on the table* - I was just coming for Jump's stuff. *I cross the room and start gathering it up, avoiding eye contact. I wonder what Red told Arson, and if she's mad at me now...*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 7, 2012 2:03:40 GMT -5
Okay, then. *I watch him, disliking the way the scrapes stand out on his hands.* I didn't say thanks earlier... but thank you for helping her. You probably saved her life back there.
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Post by redhavoc on Mar 7, 2012 2:05:22 GMT -5
*I'm instantly awake when the door's open again, but I realize it's Gear and don't move or change my breathing rate. I don't want to be yelled at again, or get Arson mad at Gear because of me or vice versa. I figure that by doing nothing I can't mess up anything more than I already have. I listen to their conversation, still warm and cozy under the covers*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Mar 7, 2012 2:08:14 GMT -5
No problem. *I try not to smile, though the thanks makes me feel like it. I zip up Jump's bag and stand next to the table, not sure if I should leave or not.* Just make sure she stays near someone else until she's healed up, yeah?
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 7, 2012 2:11:33 GMT -5
*I shake my head at his comment, my voice reproving but not angry* She learned her lesson tenfold, Gear. She's just not used to being defenseless, and wanted to help us. Can you imagine being stuck in a room for days on end while the rest of us went out on missions and brought things back for you? You can't tell me you wouldn't want to do something anyway.
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Mar 7, 2012 2:15:15 GMT -5
*I don't reply, fiddling with the zipper on the bag. She has a point. If I thought I wasn't holding up my end I probably wouldn't wait for Jump's all-clear before I tried to even things up. But there's still something about it that doesn't sit right.* I guess so. I don't know. I don't think she'd do anything to hurt us on purpose, but stuff like this... we lost our only bike, and - *I stop myself before I mention my injuries, and shake my head* Never mind. I'm being stupid.
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 7, 2012 2:18:52 GMT -5
Black and white, Gear. *He looks confused and I half-smile* Like I told Red. It's not just black and white. She doesn't have to be a killjoy to be trustworthy, and not everyone from BC is bad. You should know that firsthand. If I'd looked at things the way you do, and the way she used to, I never would have gone to you and the others for help. You were just a bunch of city kids, after all.
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Mar 7, 2012 2:21:36 GMT -5
Who're you calling a kid? I'm older than you! *The reply is automatic, after all the times she teased me about it during the first few months in the desert, but it makes me smile.* Fine, I admit you're right. I'll try not to be so judgmental. Happy?
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 7, 2012 2:26:14 GMT -5
Yes. *I give his hand a quick squeeze before he steps out of reach, more happy than I've shown that he got back relatively okay. I don't like to think about what could have happened, if that fight had turned towards the gang's favor.* Now shoo, we're trying to sleep in here.
*He waves me off, then picks up Jump's bag and heads for the door, closing it quietly behind him. I glance down at Red, and raise an eyebrow* Your snores aren't convincing me, sleeping beauty. *Not that she's snoring, but I know Red's not one to sleep through a conversation three blocks away, much less in the same room*
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Post by redhavoc on Mar 7, 2012 2:34:24 GMT -5
*I look up at Arson, blinking. I then turn and grab my notebook and quickly scribble 'I like Gear. I hope he can forgive me' and hand it to Arson. I didn't realize Gear came from the city or that that was where Arson and Gear met... I realize I want to learn everyone's history, eventually*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 7, 2012 2:53:33 GMT -5
Don't worry, he will. Just give him a while. Did he give you a hard time? * I hand the notebook back to her, rather impressed by how quickly she wrote it, all bundled up like that.*
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Post by redhavoc on Mar 7, 2012 3:00:53 GMT -5
*I think for a second before writing:* 'He was just angry and hurting from his injuries'* and hand the notebook back to Arson. She and Gear are more like a family already, they shouldn't have reason to fight*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 7, 2012 3:11:44 GMT -5
*I nod* That's about what I figured. Don't take it personally. Now, shall we try for sleep one last time? Third time's the charm!
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Post by redhavoc on Mar 7, 2012 13:36:00 GMT -5
*I answer by curling up again, taking Arson's hand in my own. I don't know if I'll fall asleep, but all too soon I'm drifting off into the black again. The memories of the day, both positive and negative, seem to wander to the back of my mind, leaving me alone for now*
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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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