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 Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 3:46 am
NightmaresThey didn't occur often; America never remembered them and very rarely woke up. Her grip grew tight, body compressing. Smaller and smaller, as small as she could make it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 3:53 am
Meddling
Frowning pensively at twitter, America glanced over at Konstantin. "Scotland's wrong, but I'm pretty sure I understand why he's not happy about Hot Blonde's freely giving all that information. He's a guy for even exchanges, debts, and being a reliable ally in a pinch. But I don't think the idea of paying it forward holds much water for him." The girl drummed her fingers on the floor where she sat for several moments.
"I think we should make them all a nice romantic dinner," America nodded to herself. "Food'll make it seem more like an exchange, and the romantic part will help patch things over." She beamed over at the Russian, clearly thinking that food fixed everything.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 3:58 am
Un Dead
When she found Kostya, America looked like she'd been in a recent fight and come out the victor. He was familiar enough with her mood shifts after being sated and appeased, be it food, or praise, or sex. This was definitely the last, but skewed and lacking joy. There was dried blood under her nails as she wrapped her arms around him and leaned her face into his shoulder, voice muffled as she stated, "I was dead."
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 4:05 am
Con-cern
"Konstantin," America began quietly, "don't ever trust Jan. Or Lawrence, I guess, if he goes by that ever. He's in your division now. Don't feel bad for him. Don't sympathize." She turned to him with a small smile, full of confidence in his ability to be beyond the man's ability to manipulate, despite the warning. "He's been tugging a bit at Obadiah's heart strings. Can't let that go to far, you know."
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 4:08 am
Project Sahara
Lying belly down on the floor, heels kicking idly in the air, America worked on making illustrations for the Sahara Survival booklet, singing quietly to herself. A glance at her work revealed that if she had artistic leanings, they were definitely abstract.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 6:03 am
when is a door not a doorShe did not break her phone this time. It was a close thing, so very close, but after a few deep, slow breaths, she simply handed it over to the man next to her, the conversation with Jan still open. She was going to have to do something about this. The question was how to do so without giving him ground, without letting him maneuver her around.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 2:14 pm
Nightmares
Kostya held her, caressing her hair, and murmuring a sleepy children's rhyme in his native tongue. Her grip hurt, but seeing her in such a state was less than optimal. He did not enjoy it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 2:15 pm
Meddling
Kostya gave her a blank stare. "Okay," he said, "probability of Rep not vanting food I touch very high. Maybe not share this information. Have emergency candle, does that be counted as 'romantic'?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 2:30 pm
Un Dead
Kostya smoothed his hands over her back, soothing, and shepherded her to the bed. He set her there as if she were a doll to be arranged, a blanket draped over her shoulders. He separated from her to pull out some supplies from beneath the bed, but kept their fingers intertwined. "Pulse saying othervise," he said, quietly, and began to clean her hands with a damp washcloth, one finger and nail at a time. She looked like a wilted version of herself, quiet and withdrawn.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 2:37 pm
Con-cern
Kostya quietly processed the information. "Two name?" he asked, and recalled the man on twitter that was good at teaching him words, but a little bit untrustworthy. He recalled Noah's awakening, and the talk of crystals and other such bits of nonsense.
Perhaps the foolishness was a guise. Nonetheless, he took her words to heart with a nod. "To be qvuite honest, America. I am not trusting any in division by default."
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 2:57 pm
Project Sahara
Kostya had transcribed the facts from Harrison's tweets, with the help of America and her notes, and placed them onto notecards. They were spread before him like a feast, as he tried to arrange them in the most logical fashion.
"May need to enlist others," he said, lightly, because his artistic skills extended to recognising the ASCII shapes Syntax concocted for entertainment's sake.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 3:16 pm
when is a door not a door
Kostya read the messages with increasing levels of disapproval, lips turning downwards.
"I see," he said, licking the front of his teeth. "It appear you have not been much giving of full picture," he said, gingerly. "Business is being own, but now is mine, and have not many piece of puzzle."
He wasn't judgemental, merely puzzled how who he'd assumed to be an untrustworthy figure was significantly closer to America than he'd originally anticipated.
Hurt was a strange, new feeling. She hadn't been forthcoming. It was her business, but that didn't erase some of the sting.
"Sleep somevhere vith actual door," Kostya said, brittle.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 4:23 pm
when is a door not a door
Turning to look at Kostya her focus was direct and firm, "It was a sex thing, and a battle of wills sort of thing, yeah, but I didn't think you'd be interested. You know I don't try to hide things, not if I think you'd want to know." She wanted to say the thing between her and Lawrence was practically public anyway, that any one with eyes to see...
But he didn't really. And she couldn't hold it against him.
Instead she lifted her chin and stated, "I shouldn't have assumed. What would you like to know?" The order and its tone were ignored. She wasn't a child to be told the obvious.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 5:04 pm
when is a door not a door
"If it is turning into this," Kostya said, shaking her phone once before offering it back to her, "vould have been taking much more interest." He began counting off his questions with the same frigidity he had interrogated Taym with, the mark of his distrust in America's ability to care for herself. "How long have knowledge he is more than just untrustvorth. Vhat else is he being capable of beside pulling on heart string. Is this meaning you are in danger? Is he threat needing to be eliminate?"
Sex was a tool for improving levels of happiness and performance, but like all tools, it could be misused. "Are you having sex vith others that may be threat also?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 6:39 pm
when is a door not a door
"Hindsight's twenty/twenty, Red. You say that now, but when this all started, don't pretend you wouldn't have run for the hills at the idea of talking about my sex life." Her voice held neither accusation nor apology, but rather the practical acceptance of their differences that had marked their relationship for the past few months.
At his list of questions she held up her hand, ticking answers off with her fingers. "Probably the first time we had sex. I didn't even know it was him, but sometimes he'd look at me during and it was like he was...watching." Realizing how that sounded, she shrugged. "It was only a couple times, but it left me unsettled and," she admitted, "...more interested. He just got creepier every time we interacted. Like he's stripping down the act bit by bit."
The idea of his capabilities forced out a small huff if laughter, "He's the laziest, most useless man I've ever met. What he's capable of is using whatever's at hand as a means to an end. He's an opprotunist if the worst sort. But," another sigh, "he's probably in more danger of me harming him than the other way around."
America flopped back with a groan, the very image of the frustrated teen girl she actually was. "He enraged me to the point of throttling him and he just took it. I was brutal with him after that golem thing..." I have no pulse "...and it probably took him a good day to heal up after."
She smiled wryly at up at Konstantin, "And he has his uses. The trick isn't getting rid of him, Kon, it's making sure I don't ruin myself in dealing with him."
Rolling onto her stomach, the girl rolled her eyes. "I've had sex with Dylon, Maebe, and Lawrence. That's it. The first two are harmless fun."
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