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Post by Volume Virus on Sept 10, 2012 17:34:29 GMT -5
That wasn't what I meant! You know that I do that all the time. You're just...a shoot first, ask questions later kind of person. Like you're fire and I'm water, almost. Either I boil away to nothing or you get your strength diminished. We usually have a good balance, but recently it's just...*I remember that we have guests and turn around. Day is watching us with glee, like we're a sitcom or something, and the Native guy is just generally not paying attention.* Nothing. We shouldn't do this now.
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Post by Kokopelli on Sept 10, 2012 18:46:26 GMT -5
*I look out the window trying to ignore the bickering couple, and fingering my flute as if I was thinking of playing again.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Sept 10, 2012 18:51:27 GMT -5
Whatever, Vol. *I shake my head and keep driving.* Keep playing your flute, Pelli, It's gonna take us a while to get there. *lately, what? Lately you just don't care? Lately you're just done with it? Whatever...*
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Post by Kokopelli on Sept 10, 2012 18:59:06 GMT -5
*I sigh and raise it to my lips.* Just a note, you don't like what I play, then deal with it. I play what I want to play and I don't take requests.
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Post by Volume Virus on Sept 10, 2012 20:57:23 GMT -5
It wasn't a request or a jab. It was an offer. *I resist the urge to say that there was no need to snap. If I know anything, it's that people always get more angry when they're told to calm down. I reach out one hand toward Aftermath. I'm starting to feel bad that I could ever think bad things about him. I think you're supposed to ignore your partner's bad points until they outweigh the good.*
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Post by Kokopelli on Sept 10, 2012 21:12:19 GMT -5
I meant as in what I would play. I accept the offer to play but I don't take requests for songs. *I stop talking as I start to play a song that starts out calm and soothing.*
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Post by Daystar Delight on Sept 11, 2012 14:39:29 GMT -5
Ugh. Way to stop just when it was getting good! *I lean back farther and put my feet on Volume's head rest. She's nice. Why can't she just be single? Well...I could always just wait around and foster strife...but the nice ones always make me want to do nice things for them.* What she means to say is that she's not happy that you paid more attention to that captive guy, Vico, and she's scared it means you're mad at her or just don't care because she doesn't have anything good to say or something. And what he means is that he doesn't want you leaving because it's not that he doesn't like you, it's that it's difficult juggling enemies and friends and me all at the same time without throwing in a cute girl he has to make happy. Sometimes, honey, you just have to step back and let the boys do their job. Also, you blow things way out of proportion all the time and never tell him what's wrong, so just fucking communicate once in a while. Also, a bit less clothing might not hurt. *I look around a bit. Volume's staring at me and Koko is pointedly ignoring me.* So, what did I get right and what's getting me an uppercut strong enough to knock my head off?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Sept 13, 2012 13:14:46 GMT -5
I'd say she's pretty spot on. *we drive up to the school and I stop the car* everyone get a good rest. We head out again tomorrow. Day, you get the room far away from us.
*time jump to tomorrow in a few, is everyone good with that?*
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Post by Kokopelli on Sept 13, 2012 13:35:49 GMT -5
*I finish the song as we arrive and look at the school curiously.* and for me?
(I'm fine with that)
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Post by Daystar Delight on Sept 13, 2012 13:41:48 GMT -5
Okay, so that's a no for the- *Everyone looks very out of earshot. I get out of the car and stare at the dinosaur thing on the roof. He looks hungry. I make a quiet whistling noise.* Pretty bird. *Everyone looks pretty settled when I get inside, and I don't know which is the Honeymoon Suite, so I pick a room-cell with blankets, curl up in a fluffy blanket cocoon, and promptly crash.*
((Whatever the rest of you want.))
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Post by Volume Virus on Sept 13, 2012 13:58:13 GMT -5
*I blatantly ignore Day. Beside the fact that she guessed my thoughts with next to no effort and apparently mimicked Aftermath pretty well too, she keeps making me blush. I follow Aftermath dutifully to our room and curl up under a blanket. I want to try to be better tonight, I swear, I really do, but it's just too soft and warm for me to stay awake. I'm off in dreamland without so much as time to say goodnight. I feel like I have good dreams for some reason. It's only here that I have anything that isn't monsters inhabiting my mind. That's odd, considering the day I've had, right?*
((Jump time?))
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Post by Kokopelli on Sept 19, 2012 13:38:07 GMT -5
*when I wasn't given an answer, I walk inside and find an empty cell to take. I lay down on the bed with daggers close by and fall into a light sleep, ready to wake at the slightest alarm.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Sept 20, 2012 20:52:25 GMT -5
*After much needed rest I wake up and shake Volume lightly* Hey, are you ready to get up anytime soon? *I chuckle and get up slowly.* I just don't know where we should go next...
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Post by Volume Virus on Sept 20, 2012 21:07:35 GMT -5
*I'm shaken out of my nice dream about something I can no longer remember, which is a bit of a pity, but who am I to stay asleep at a time like this?* I'm awake whenever you need me to be. *I stretch like a cat, arching my back as far up as I possibly can, then sit down and roll my neck a bit. My spine always needs a lot of stretching, cracking, and recracking for some unfathomable reason.* I wouldn't know where to direct our search. If you got any clues, I wasn't privy to them, being outside and all. *I almost let an "I'm sorry" spill out, but stop myself by biting down, gently this time, on my lip. This isn't the right time for it just yet.*
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Sept 21, 2012 9:48:13 GMT -5
*It was surprisingly easy to find a patrol to jump into; once I convinced the right person that I knew what was going on, they were all too willing to toss me in with the next group heading out. Officially, the patrol was just a standard one, but in reality they'd all been briefed on the killings and were hand-picked as being possible Exterminator material in future. No mere gun fodder were these four.*
*I try to start conversation a few times during the car ride, but they're all pretty serious. The woman is the only one who'll answer me in more than one syllable, but even she stops responding after a few minutes. I shrug, taking advantage of the lack of attention to dial in a text transmission to the killjoy's most common channel. I pretend it's because I want to keep everyone in the loop and make sure no one's caught off guard by the killers, but really I just want to see what'd happen if a dozen killjoys showed up in front of four Exterminator recruits.*
[GENERAL TRANSMISSION] (and yes, that means EVERYONE in the Zones can see it)
[NEW KILL SITE FOUND ON NW BORDER OF 2 AND 3. DEATH COUNT UNKNOWN. SAME M.O. LIKELY. SEEMS TO BE DIRECTED TOWARDS KILLJOYS. NEED HELP PREVENTING MORE. OUT.]
*I leave off my name and follow the message with the coordinates D left me with, then hit the transmit button and pocket my radio just as one of the draculoids looks over. I smile at him and he goes back to watching the road.*
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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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