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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 25, 2011 20:51:42 GMT -5
*I feel bad as Morand leaves. I gave the wrong answer. Of course I gave the wrong answer. People start finally pairing up to dance, at which I feel awkward. I don't know why, but it feels like I should be out there, dancing. With a partner. I take a bottle of pills from my small purse and take three at once. It takes a few seconds, but the odd sort of emptiness in my head evaporates completely, leaving only a desire to please people. A brief sideways glance shows me that Red is on her own. That can't be right. I walk slowly over to her chair, smiling.* Oh, don't get up just yet. Sylvia's not here to support you. How are you feeling, Red?
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 25, 2011 21:24:04 GMT -5
*I look up at Angie and try to smile a little, pointing to her dress. It's stunning on her. I nod my head, indicating that I am doing well. The powerful pain meds are keeping my injuries plesantly numb and myself from panicking too much. I pull my sleeves down as far as I can to hide the bruises, already tired of the stares I'm getting*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Dec 25, 2011 21:43:25 GMT -5
Just because I prefer to work alone doesn't mean I'll ignore someone in trouble. *I'm avoiding the question, but I really can't remember who my last partner was. Come to think of it, I just have a general sort of idea of what I've done here the past year or two, at least. That can't be right.*
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Rachel Mahoney
BLInd Kid
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Dec 25, 2011 21:48:07 GMT -5
*I look around and I see Angie and Red and I try to edge my way over to them. Im never very comfortable with walking over to someone when they're conversing with someone else because I feel like im intruding on something, but I see no one else to talk to, and I don't want to be bugging Ryan the whole time*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Dec 25, 2011 21:58:01 GMT -5
What's your problem?! *I'm angry and my voice is louder than I'd intended, though I quickly lower my volume when I see a few people look over* She has nothing to do with anything!
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 25, 2011 22:25:24 GMT -5
Oh, my dress? It is pretty, isn't it? So is yours. Sylvia has wonderful taste. *I smile lightly, even as she starts to cover her bruises, looking self-conscious.* It's not something to be embarrassed about, you know. It just means that you fought such strong odds against you that you could have died...and won. I don't think many of the others here can say that. Most of them weren't even part of the defense. Be proud. But...next time, I'll make sure that Sylvia gets you something with longer sleeves. *I gently brush her hair with one hand in a (probably bad) attempt at a comforting gesture.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Dec 25, 2011 22:47:02 GMT -5
*What is he talking about? They've seen me remember her? What is there to remember? But I must have had more to drink that I'd thought, because when he mentioned 'treatment' I could almost picture something. Far from being diffused, however, I'm suddenly furious. He has no right to speak to me like this. Dropping my glass, I take a step forward and punch him full in the face*
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 25, 2011 22:57:55 GMT -5
*I'm about to wave to Rachel when I see Max's fist ball up and I go pale. I grab Angie's shoulder and hoist myself up as Max throws the first punch. Max... I have to stop this... Somehow...*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Dec 25, 2011 23:00:32 GMT -5
It means you need to back the fuck off. *I barely notice the people around us, all of them either watching with blankly confused expressions or taking a few steps back and looking vaguely worried*
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 25, 2011 23:04:51 GMT -5
Red, honey, please sit back down. You're going to get yourself hurt. Stop it. *I lay a gentle hand on her shoulder, smiling.* It's not your fight. If it makes you feel any better, I could go over there and break it up. Whatever higher power is up there, it knows that we're weak enough without any infighting.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Dec 25, 2011 23:11:04 GMT -5
*I duck back when he brings his arm up, but it still hurts like hell. Before he can move back again I swing low, slamming my fist into his side*
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Rachel Mahoney
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Dec 25, 2011 23:14:42 GMT -5
*i wince slightly as I watch Max and Morand fight and out of habit I reach for my gun, but remember that I gave it to one of the employees at the door. It's going downhill very fast and clearly won't end very well*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 25, 2011 23:17:25 GMT -5
*I'm leaning on the bar, slamming another drink down and fucking hating being here. And I'm drunk. I mumble something to myself about being a lightweight but manage to convince the bar tender to serve me another. I sip it and stare at the tall ceiling with it's glittering lights. Someone pushes past me and jars my side, making me spill a bit of my drink. I turn and yell a few swear words at them but they are already gone, merged into a growing crowd towards one of the walls. I raise an eyebrow, confused and stand up, losing my balance slightly but manage to regain it enough to walk over. I ask someone what is going and they say some sort of fight has broken out. A few draculoids on duty try pushing their way through but the crowd is too compact.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 25, 2011 23:20:43 GMT -5
*My eyes widen to...oh, maybe the size of dinner plates. I need to stop them.* Red, stay here. I'll go and make them stop, okay? *Without waiting for her answer, I make an attempt to shove my way through the gathering crowd, telling whoever I need to that I am a Draculoid and am trained to do this sort of thing.*
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 25, 2011 23:24:59 GMT -5
*I lean on the table, watching the fight and Angie push her way through the crowd. I feel my heart start to beat faster, probably not a good thing*
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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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