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 Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2015 8:09 pm
Roland was in bed again, he was tired of being in bed. He was still trying to convince the Sun division to give him another round with the diving gear.
He rolled over slightly looking at his phone pondering what to do. It was a simple idea. Sure, why not. Everyone else was usually too busy or dealing with some other drama.To Peyton Hey. Haven't seen you since I got back from Russia. Busy?
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2015 2:28 pm
There was a bit of a delay before Roland got a reply. miliardo kason Text to Ro: I've been dealing with some stuff, sorry for not being around much. No, I'm not busy.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2015 3:00 pm
Roland had at least managed at this point to situp in bed and swing his feet to the floor when his phone finally buzzed again.Beejoux Text to Peyton: I think that's kind of common around here. You wana come over here or me to you? Or somewhere else maybe?
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2015 3:20 pm
Perched at her little breakfast table, gnawing on one of her nails, Peyton stared down at her phone for a long moment before typing out a reply and sending it. miliardo kason Text to Ro: It doesn't matter to me, where ever works better for you.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2015 3:27 pm
The buzz on his phone was again delayed, but it gave him enogh time to get dressed. Oddly enogh wearing the grey sweater Nevada had bought him long ago.Beejoux Text to Peyton: I'll swing by your place? Be there in 10 or so almost ready here.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 1:32 pm
Leaving her phone on the table, Peyton headed for the bedroom so she could change into something a little more presentable than an overlarge tee-shirt and a pair of jogging shorts. Lounging clothes were exchanged for a pair of jeans with the knees ripped out, and a couple of tank tops layered over one another. Her hair, freshly brushed, was drawn back into a long braid that went past her hips. Dressed for company, Peyton headed back towards the small kitchenette and reclaimed her seat at her little breakfast nook table, waiting for Roland to make an appearance.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2015 6:22 pm
Roland arrived not long after Peyton had settled down again, knocking at her door, "Peyton?" He didn't want to barge in, granted she knew he was coming he didn't want to stress her out by just suddenly being inside her room.
As far as his own looks the knitted sweater had a high neck, that was loose in the front making a small v-shape cut at his throat. Perfect for showing that Ro was being lax in his shaving having the faintest of a shadow growing, his hair usually pulled back hanging loose around his face as well. The only difference in their jeans? His still had knees but where faded enough that it wasn't sure how long they would last.
"Sorry if I'm early or anything, I um, I tried to wait give you some time if you weren't ready for me to be here."
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2015 8:17 pm
From within the room came a muffled come in following the knock, and Peyton lifted her head from the pillow of her folded arms as he let himself in. Scruffier then she remembered, pale eyes lingered for a moment on the stubble darkening his jawline before flicking up as she smiled fondly at him. "No worries, I wasn't doing anything before your texted me." one thin shoulder rose in half a a shrug. "Just needed to change, and that never takes long." There was an obvious care to her style, but everything was very easily mix and match. It meant she could have reached into her closet blindly and pulled out a cute outfit. "So what's up?" If it seemed like she were behaving as if she hadn't realized he was gone, it was because that was the truth of it. His absence had been noted at first, but it was a large island, and Peyton had found herself consumed by work and crisis after crisis, before finally shutting down completely with the loss of Taym and impending departure of America. Not to mention warring feelings for Andrew. She had, over the course of the last few months, lost all track of the island and what was going on within it. Only very recently making an effort to find out what she had missed.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2015 6:51 pm
Roland wandered in hands tucked in his pockets, his own dark eyes wandering over Peyton who for the most part didn't look a spot different from the last time he saw her before vanishing for the Russian base.
"Well that's good, I'd hate to be a bother to you." He offered a small smile, "Ah that's a lie, bothering you is usually a high point of the day." He moved to lean on the kitchenette table where she was resting her head a moment before.
"Nothing much really. Just trying to find something to do around here. I mean in Russia there wasn't much to do, but I was working the whole time at least? Or just barely sick enough that I couldn't realize I had nothing to do because I was to focused on the constant head cold."
He looked at her head cocked, "What about you? It's been like, five months, what've you gotten into?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2015 7:06 pm
She made a small face at him, lips pursing and nose wrinkling. "Pain in the a**." He'd never been a bother to her, only a friend. Someone that always had her best interests at heart. Brows did lift when he mentioned Russia, and she did that slow blink, realizing now how terribly shut in she'd been in the last few months. How had she not realized he'd been off the island? Oh wait... "Taym died." She said it quickly, like she were pulling off a bandaid. Lips drawn in a painful smile as she looked back down at the table top. "America left." Her fingertips slid over the table top. "And that was after the life building got destroyed." Still not looking up, the Sun shifted, lifting a hand to tuck a curl back behind her ear. "It's been sort of a hard few months." No, that wasn't accurate. It had been a hard year. Pain and drama and death, with only a precious few good memories sprinkled throughout the whole of it. "I'm glad you made it back in one piece, and it seems you've recovered from your cold."
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2015 7:27 pm
There was a small smile at the scrunched up face a hint of the old happier Roland behind the slightly worn face, "What kind of friend would I be if I wasn't?"
Just as quickly as the light appeared it vanished, the news about Taym and America taking it's place. He didn't know Taym personally, and the few times her passed by America had always been pleasant, good times even.
He didn't move as he sat on the table eyes cast down towards the floor when she finally might look back at him. "I'm sorry to hear that, it's never easy when someone," he didn't finish it, he didn't want to say it.
'I'm sorry I wasn't here to help, if that's even worth anything." His eyes focused on her again and he shrugged just as small as she had earlier. "I didn't find the signs of horsemen we where set to look for. Good news, we can't die from radiation sickness, you just feel like s**t the whole time."
That was another pause, "You wana go for a walk back to my place?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2015 7:12 am
Another shrug as she finally looked up again. "It's alright." It wasn't, but she wasn't shutting out the world anymore. Peyton had had her break down, let herself mourn, and it was time to start living again. "I know you would have, if you'd been here." And him being in Russia wasn't something he could control. The offer to walk back to his room seemed a strange one after he'd walked all the way up to her's. "Sure. I mean if you want." There was probably a reason. Sliding off the stool, Pey checked her pockets for her key and phone before heading for the door.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2015 6:57 am
There was a pause, it probably wasn't alright, he didn't say it though. "I should have called, or tried to get on twitter more. There's a lot I didn't know about."
He nodded heading to the door opening it for them both before they headed back down to Roland's room. Once inside he walked over to his desk running a hand under the wood. Something caught, there was a faint click and a small drawer slid open.
Inside was an ancient laptop, and a bottle of dark whiskey nearly finished, a small card beside the bottle. He pulled it out moving to his desk to get two glasses pouring it before offering one to Peyton.
"The first time I drank from this was after Rep nearly killed me, then after we all thought Ceres and Bix where dead. Then... Nevada."
He raised his glass up, "Taym and America. And to the day she comes home." He said before drinking down the shot.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2015 1:22 pm
She followed behind him quietly, hands in her back pockets until they reached his room and he'd gone for the desk. A curious glance was afforded the secret panel, the laptop within, and she might have asked, but he offered her a glass before she had the chance to make up her mind about it. The toast was probably meant to make her feel better, be respectful, but It just sort of hurt. Peyton murmured an agreement as she tapped her glass with his and took a sip, not quite meeting his eyes now. Things hadn't ended well between herself and America after Taym had died, and Peyton was still a little sore about it, still a little resentful of her leaving, of her whole general selfishness as a whole. It had just been awkward since that day she'd gone over to drop off a few of Taym's things.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2015 1:58 pm
Setting the glass aside Roland watched Peyton, any good will he had hoped to come from this seemed lost, just the opposite, she became more quiet and reserved.
For a moment he just stood there before taking a seat on the corner of his desk, "I'm sorry, I don't know if that helps. Or just makes it worse." There was another pause as he ran a hand through his hair. "I've never handled this stuff well, or know how to."
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