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 Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2017 4:21 pm
The gym was the next best place for Joy to be in. She had eaten more than normal since returning to her true age of physical adulthood and while not a health freak, even Joy knew she would have to put in extra hours to burn all the excess off.
Still, that didn't mean she had to work out alone and with weights, she figured she could do with a spotter. So she sent a quick message to a certain hunter she definitely didn't mind ogling (the friendly sort) while they both did their workouts.
"Yo, Ro! M heded 2 gym. B my spotter?" the text was sent and now all she needed to do was wait.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2017 4:55 pm
Roland did not know where or what the gym was, as a matter of fact, he didn't know who Joy was, well he did, but a much smaller version of her bare foot and running around the island to be exact. Instead of the gym he was looking into books. Trying to learn more about what he was dealing with. This whole 'hunting' and Fear thing was interesting, well, maybe not interesting but apparently it was tied to his life and well being?
And whatever did this too him.
So he took up books. Or at least one book, a basic report on FEAR that some lab tech had given him for 80 bucks. It wasn't even a long book! It wasn't a BOOK! It was a folder with some papers and he was going through them when his phone buzzed.
Cocking his head at the text he sighed, "I shouldn't have deleted stuff..."
He tucked the folder under his one arm as he texted back, "This is Ro. But not Ro, Who is this?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2017 5:02 pm
Brown eyes squinted as Joy reread the text from Roland. "Seryoso?!" she groaned, feeling more than a slightly bit miffed that he wouldn't even have her number or his phone. The whole Ro, Not-Ro thing just went over Joy's head. Frantically she typed, swore beneath her breath, then proceeded to delete the gibberish (as in actual gibberish and not just the ingrained text-speak) she'd entered in due to touch-screen and frantic typing not mixing.
"Dis Joy. Ddnt u sav my no from b4?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2017 5:05 pm
There was a moment of hope when he saw the name, his eyes going wide as he almost dropped the folder he was holding (And was overcharged on, probably, the life lab techs where probably all plotting to sell him 'things' and 'books' now. "Joy?! I remember you! But I deleted everything on my phone!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2017 5:11 am
"U bettr remembr me!" Was the first of a series of short texts. "Gym buddies shud stick 2gedr." A pause. "Y u delete s2f on ur fone? Was it on accidnt?"
Joy had begun heading towards the gym, a towel and a spare shirt draped over her arm as she walked and typed.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2017 6:53 am
Roland sighed softly, she seemed upset at the news so he could only imagine what she would do when she saw him. So he took a look at the map on his phone again and started to wander towards the gym while trying to text and hold onto the folder in his over sized coat. He was looking down at his own phone trying to think how to respond when he ran right into someone doing the same thing. He stumbled a bit catching his folder and phone thankfully before looking up, "Sorry I wasn't paying attention to where I was..... Joy?" He sighed, "You grew up...."
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2017 7:05 am
Joy had been unaware that there were people who stayed as kids. She'd been under the impression that the weirdness (with the exception of death) that followed being a Hunter was temporary. So running into a kid texting was just that: She ran into a kid texting.
Joy would have somewhat irritably waved him off when he identified her. And added growing up to his observation. This caused the moon to really look at the kid. Brown eyes stared as her brows knitted together in confusion at first then realization.
"Ro?!" she gasped. "Shet, you're still a kid?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2017 7:23 am
Roland didn't want to look her in the eyes as she gasped, this was easily the third time the situation had come up running into someone who knew him, but didn't realize he was so young. For a moment he'd hoped Joy was still the same age as him. His gaze drifted to the ground, "Yeah... I'm a kid again..." He sighed a bit. "Did anyone stay this age besides me? Like America? Or Mimsy?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2017 7:38 am
Joy needed a moment to properly restart her brain so she could come to terms with what she was looking at. "Why are you. Did you grow up and then turn young again? Do you remember being an adult and are just stuck as a kid?" she asked, beginning to worry that she too might fall prey to whatever artifact it was that fountain of youth'd the lot of them in the first place.
Roland mention America and Mimsy and it would be the young teen's misfortune that he ran into one of the least connected individuals on the island. Joy saw no reason to pretend otherwise, so she shrugged "Sorry, I don't really know them outside of twitter or missions."
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2017 8:36 am
The sad thing was he didn't look at all different from when they first met. Except now he had on a baggy pair of shorts that almost served as some where between full leg baggy jeans and shorts coming down his shin halfway, his feet in flipflops a bit too big, and the same jacket when they first met. "Because of whatever made all of us kids in the first place. H says it might come back or even might still be here." This was met with him holding up one finger, "No I don't remember," he held up a second finger, "And I'm stuck this way. For good." He held up a third before sighing again his eyes dropping to the floor once more. "I don't remember anything except what happened form the day I woke up here, everything else is gone."
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2017 8:55 am
More staring. More trying to digest what was happening (apparently aging did nothing to help Joy's ability to digest the weirdness). In the end, Joy really had nothing to say about Roland's situation. So all she could do was just open her arms and try to hug him. Absolutely zero ******** given that she was much taller than he was and the large age gap between them.
Kid looked like (in Joy's eyes) he needed a hug so she would give him one.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2017 1:31 pm
Roland stood there, at a loss of what to do, Joy wasn't bubbly like Shu, not to say she wasn't nice or anything, but she wasn't exactly spilling out words of praise and comfort. Out of no where though she stooped down to his level pulling him forward in a hug. At first his face turned about 3 shades of red because a girl was hugging him and then after that passed he was hugging her back burying his face into her shoulder. "It sucks, I don't know anyone, Jordan told me I'm legally dead, H said the thing that did this is still here maybe, and Shu called it the Legacies, I can't summon my weapon because she's upset and I don't even know what I'm doing and some jerk made me pay him $80 for a stupid 20 page document about FEAR and hunters and it ******** huffed and sighed trying very hard not to cry, but he was frustrated by it all and it was finally starting to get to him.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2017 2:11 pm
Joy simply let Roland talk while she give his back soft, gentle, comforting pats. She understood that frustration, knew it all too well (except maybe for the getting ripped off part, if she ever found out who that was, Joy was going to be putting on her six inch stilettos in order to walk all over them) when she finally understood what the consequences of signing her life away really meant.
Joy got the strong sensation of resentment, followed by disapproval from her weapon bond. Obviously, Bert was none too pleased that Joy had been sidetracked from her physical activities in favor of playing shoulder to lean on.
You'll fail him eventually. Or he'll fail you. the ginosaji warned.
Joy mentally cussed out the weapon with the foulest, most vulgar words she knew.
"I wish I could tell you everything's going to be okay," Joy began, still keeping Roland locked in the hug, "Or that you'll go back to normal. I don't know s**t about Legacies or what we can or can't do about them. You're definitely stuck here," Okay this wasn't as comforting as Joy hoped. "But you don't have to be alone."
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2017 5:13 pm
Roland was still locked in that hug, his fingers digging gently at her back as he clung onto comfort in the small form he was given. He listened as she reassured him, but he was almost certain at this point there would be no going back and he had to come to terms with it. All of that still hurt, it was still a fresh wound and it was still so strange. But she was right, he wasn't alone. Jordan remembered him, just like Joy was now, and Shu as well. People gave him some benefit of the doubt, or at least reached out to him on past bonds to try and give him a space again. Thinking about all of this of course made him more emotional and he started to sniffle and fight back tears as he hugged Joy, not caring about the papers he dropped on the floor in the process before finally mumbling a muffled thank you.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2017 5:27 pm
"No probs," was Joy's soft response, "If you were mebbe a few years older, I'd offer to buy you some beer or something. You want some soda instead?" she asked, because that seemed to be the next best logical substitute for something as serious as Roland's condition? Situation? Whatever this whole thing was.
It was ironic that Joy herself had yet to fully process just what had happened since de-aging but here she was, helping someone else deal with it. And the thing of it is, in spite of her weapon bond's dismissal and disapproval of her actions, Joy would do this all again in a heartbeat. In the back of her mind, she only hoped there would be someone who could offer the same to her.
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