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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2017 1:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2017 1:36 pm
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Mark would run around like a rabid ferret as he pretty much went around the lighthouse touching everything. When he finally seemed satisfied, he turned everything except for one panel off and then picked up his Surface Pro and was about to walk out when he noticed Rep just lying there.
Very awkwardly, he went over and tried to give Rep a consolatory shoulder pat. "You can do this. I mean it could always be worse." He fished more in his repertoire of comforting words. "Well, the good news is, if you start feeling less angry, it's probably wearing off. I probably wouldn't tell Dr. H anything I sa- err heard he's like eating people again."
This made more sense in Mark's brain. About two seconds later he stood up, and stretched. "So like, we're cool right? Cool, and like, don't forget to turn your folders in and stuff. Just dont' tell boss we didn't fix you yet."
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2017 1:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2017 2:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2017 2:39 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2017 3:40 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 4:30 pm
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Rep was impressed that they'd managed to do anything at all with the bunker given how long it had been empty and found himself walking the halls without the old bitterness he'd felt back in the days when he'd been forced to live there, it was only memories now and when he got to the dolphin room it was memories of people who weren't even around any more. Killzone probably would have liked it that people were down here again and bringing life back to these old rooms.
"Uh." Rep said, crossing his arms uncertainly, before resigning himself to the fact that he needed to just trust America, even smaller she was still America and for all the horrible s**t he'd said to her over the years she'd never been cruel, only honest. Nudity didn't bother him any longer as a man, it shouldn't logically bother him now as a woman.
It ended up being a good few layers but he set them all aside until he was dressed in nothing but his boxer shorts, his jewellery and artifacts. He was his usual patchwork of scars, with the addition of a long scar along one side which looked like he'd been cut wide open.
"I'm so short." he said, but kept his eyes fixedly straight ahead, refusing to look down.
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