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 Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 1:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 4:53 pm
((Hello everyone, me and Rose wont be able to post until Monday, but that may change so check the rp regularly just in case something does change.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:52 pm
Uncurling from her little nap, Brynn sat up and stretched...and nearly fell over. She caught herself on the nearby wall. I really need to get those swords back. Even my balance has been thrown off. She sat up, shedding her wrinkled clothes and tossing her long hair out of the way. She slipped into some tight red spandex pants and a black top with a plunging back, making her angel wing tattoos painfully obvious along with the exposed tops of the metal sheathes in her back. Pulling on some pretty heavy black boots, she stepped out of her room and began to braid her hair as she walked down the hall. Her stomach grumbled and she almost rolled her eyes. Guess I have to eat. What a bother. She changed her wandering course to the mess hall.
When she got to the door, she finished the braid and tied it off, tossing it over her shoulder and out of the way. She grabbed a tray and made her way to the kitchen, but when she saw who was behind the counter, she dropped it, the tray making a loud clatter that echoed slightly in the semi-deserted mess hall. "Travis?" Getting over her initial shock, she peered at him, looking at what she could see of him. "Travis? Do you know where my swords are? I can't find them."
Apologies for the less than fantastic post. Not a lot's going on.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 9:53 am
[[Reserved for Travis post after Chris posts..
still waiting for Sigma post before I post for Allison.]]
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 7:02 pm
(( I'm going away for 3 days and I don't think I will have internet access, and so feel free to GM Mutt for a while. Bye for now. ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 11:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:29 pm
Travis answered composed but defensive to Dion's question, which bothered Dion slightly. He knew Travis was the kinda guy who could keep cool no matter the pressure, which was almost how he was, until someone pressed his buttons. But Travis had very few buttons to press, although the subject of Brynn seemed to waver his cool just the slightest. Dion was, however, taken aback by Travis's story. Brynn passing out in a corner? Something to do with the weird swords in her back? There was a lot of mystery surrounding Brynn, things, it would appear, that she wasn't even aware of. But, Travis helping her out of the kindness of his heart? This made a smile creep onto his face. Until Travis, of course, knew just what to say to remove it in a flash. A crush on EVERY girl in the ship? Dion's face contorted with minor irritation. "Being a gentlemen and appreciating women would be a strange concept to a "bad boy"," he spoke under his breath. Secretly, Dion envied Travis a lot more than he would ever let on. And with another one of his arrogant chuckles, Travis pushed one of Dion's buttons. Allison. Dion began steaming under the surface. He could not have a crush on Allison anyway, could he? She was just a very dear friend to him, is all. Besides, she doesn't care about him in THAT way, and he must be ok with that. His silent anger filled the room as Travis asked him if he was hungry. He didn't answer, mostly for fear that he would rip Travis a new one. So, he simply nodded and followed Travis to the Mess Hall.
Dion followed Travis into the kitchen, opening his mouth before Travis grabbed his apron. "By the way," he said in a low voice. "If you're really worried about Allison, then I would keep an eye on Mutt." He smirked and headed over to the unfinished dishes and grabbed a pair of gloves. "Great job, Dem." He spoke to himself now, loudly punishing his unpresent sister. He scrubbed each plate, bowl, and pot furiously. He sighed as he rinsed the dishes he washed and looked over at Travis who was serving food. "Mind making me up a plate? I'm starving," he said as he clutched his stomach.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 2:45 pm
Travis rolled his eyes at Dion's reaction, "Whatever, kid." He turned away from Dion and began walking slowly away slowly, "I'm going to the Mess Hall." Once Travis heard that he was following, he returned to his normal, quicker than average pace and started to the Mess Hall. Upon further thought, Travis decided to ignore Dion's presence completely, at least until he chose to get his act together and mind his own business. He allowed himself to seep back into his own thoughts, going back to what he was used to. "..I was planning on some target practice.. Oh well, I have plenty of time for that before the next raid.." As others passed them on their way to the Mess Hall, Travis nodded tersely. One of the girls that he didn't quite recognize smiled back at him widely in response, "Should.. I know her?" Shaking off the thought, Travis opened the door to the Mess Hall and glanced around to see who had arrived-- enough to be considered late. "...Dad's going to be pissy.."
Travis, now irritated, threw open the kitchen door and looked around. He didn't see his father, but that didn't mean much. Reaching for his apron, he stopped immediately. Dion spoke from behind him, "By the way.. If you're really worried about Allison, then I would keep an eye on Mutt." Travis' clenched his left fist and turned towards the boy once again. "What are you talking about?" his voice held an extra edge. Dion smirked and turned away from him and started back on the dishes. "Mutt.. which one's Mutt?.." Travis shook his head, deciding not to worry about it. After all, he only even mentioned Allison before because he was trying to get on Dion's nerves, and he had obviously gotten what he wanted. Now he grabbed his apron off of the wall and tied it around his waist.
He now walked back to the stove to see what his father had prepared, it wasn't much but it would do. There was a pan of soup, that the crew was used to, but there was something new. "...Macaroni and Cheese...?" Travis couldn't help but laugh, "Oh, dad. You must have taken Alli seriously this time, huh?" Travis threw two potholders onto his cart and gingerly placed the pot of soup on one and the macaroni on the other. Looking up into the cabinet, he saw that there were still plenty clean bowls and plates, so he placed them on the second shelf of the cart, along with forks and spoons. Satisfied with the sudden change, Travis wheeled the cart over to the serving counter to find that people were already lining up. "Soup or Macaroni?" he asked everybody in a slightly monotone voice. The line was finally gone, and he turned Dion speak again, "Mind making me up a plate? I'm starving?" Travis looked over to him and smirked, "Macaroni or soup?" Not getting an answer in time, Travis put a heap of macaroni on a plate and placed it on the counter behind him with a fork on the side, "It's there for when you're done."
Travis returned to the counter to see a glimpse of red, focusing he saw that it was Brynn. She dropped her tray, making a loud clatter that echoed throughout the room. "Travis?" He smirked, "Well, I've never gotten that reaction before. You alright, Brynn?" She was now looking at him, "Travis? DO you know where my swords are? I can't find them." He turned and piled Macaroni on a plate and placed it onto her tray, "Yes, I do know where your swords are." He stopped and leaned on the counter, "But, I'm not sure if it'd be such a good thing if you got them back.. they were stabbing you." Her face turned hard and slightly irritated. "Don't get mad at me, dollface. I'm the one that quite possibly saved you." He paused and unwillingly said, "If you really want them back, I'd talk to Rose.." He stood back up straight when she began to turn to walk away. He grabbed her shoulder, "Oh, no you don't. I already had you faint once. Go eat your lunch. Don't make me have to sit next to you to make sure you eat it all.."By the look on her face, Travis could tell that he might've just pissed her off more. He contorted his face into a smirk and watched her glare at him.
((Well, I wasn't quite sure on what I should post.. so...uh..there ya go. smile
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 10:13 pm
[[ lol mine is too RESERVED! ]]
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 12:32 pm
Oh, Brynn was pissed. The smirk that crossed his face when she dropped her tray made her bristle, but she asked him where her swords were anyway. When he said they'd been stabbing her, she was surprised and slightly worried. There must be something wrong with the installation. Did I shift something? Not even knowing how she knew she might've shifted something, she tuned back into Travis just in time to see him give her a hard look and call her dollface. She'd had enough and turned to leave but then he grabbed her shoulder and demanded she eat. She gave him her best death glare and reached behind her for a sword...but grasped empty air where a grip should've been.
It was then that Brynn just crumpled inside. Normally, she wouldn't show it, especially in front of something like Travis in a public place, but it was totally deserted except for them and she wasn't quite 100% anymore. Her face fell and she kinda slumped in Travis's grip. "Please...please let me have them back," she whispered, pain lacing her tone as she looked up at him. "I'm nothing without them..." She felt wretched and miserable. She jerked her arm out of Travis's hand and threw herself down on a bench, burying her face in her hands and breathing hard. Why did she act like this when he was around? Why was she at her worse and her weakest when he was there? Why did he even matter?!
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 1:15 pm
((( I am sooooo sorry guys! My internet is on the fritz! If I keep signing on and off, that's why. I'll post with Logan as soon as I can, but everyone else can still keep posting. Oh, and sorry for the freakin' novel below. I didn't mean for it to happen. >_> )))
Rosen’s lissome fingers stretched the bandage fully around and secured it together with three metal fasteners, clipping them deftly in place and stepping back to admire her work. She nodded, satisfied, and stretched out a hand to pull Sin’s shirt back down. She took a large step back, keeping her eyes away from Sin as a long, awkward silence hung like stagnant air between them. Instead, Rose turned her gaze on the bed to her side. She sighed wearily, wondering why she even bothered anymore.
“Sorry,” Sin muttered, following her eyes. Rose ignored the apology. However heartfelt it might have sounded, she couldn’t believe him for a moment that it was sincere. Men like Sin never admitted their guilt about anything, if they ever even had any.
Rosen’s normally soft features turned cold and her eyes finally flicked up to meet Sin’s. Even though some part of her knew she was being unfair, she couldn’t keep her tone from growing uncharacteristically cynical.
“So, I suppose you aren’t going to tell me how you really got hurt? No bother; one more secret won’t matter.”
“Rose, maybe we should talk,” Sin said beneath his breath. The reluctance in his voice was almost palpable.
Rose scoffed and marched past Sin, drawing her body away from him as she passed as if he were diseased. She slumped down heavily on the bed, knotting up the sheets within her clenched fist.
“No, Lorsin, I don’t think we should,” Rosen whispered harshly, putting bitter emphasis on his full name. No one ever called him his full name. It sounded painfully formal to her, but that was her aim. Rose wanted to make it very clear that she held no feelings for Sin and their relationship extended only to teammates. Hostile, resentful teammates.
Sin’s eyes narrowed, but his words were careful. He was obviously trying much harder then she was to make things between them at least civil.
"This isn't about us anymore. For the sake of everyone else around us, I think we should talk."
Rosen’s eyes went to the floor, her cheeks flushing. She felt ashamed of how childish she was acting, but she couldn’t help herself. She’d ignored Sin’s absence and existence for far too long, but now that he was back she was finding it hard to control herself.
“I don’t want to talk,” She said stubbornly through her teeth, still fighting to keep her voice low. “Not to you.”
“Rose, be reasonable.” Sin’s face grew a shade redder. The cool hold over his temper was wavering as his frustration continued to build. This clearly wasn’t the way he’d expected the conversation to go. Or he had and just wished it wouldn’t, only to have that wish crushed.
“Get away from me Sin!” Rose screamed, throwing the ruffled sheets to the side as she leapt to her feet.
“Happily!” Sin shot back as the last of his reserve dissolved. He threw up his hands and started to walk away, murmuring obscenities about crazy women. Rose caught more than a few and her blood ignited.
“Don’t you have something to screw?!” she screamed across the room to him, throwing her hands wildly about her and stomping a foot in rage. Sin didn’t stop in his hasty charge out the door, but did manage to bite out one last curse before he slammed the infirmary door behind him.
“b***h!”
“Slut!” Rose almost shrieked, despite Sin no longer being in the room. A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead and she was panting heavily. If they didn’t know any better, the people in the room with her would have thought she’d just run a mile. Rose’s eyes widened as the realization that she wasn’t alone dawned on her. She turned slowly, smiling so tightly she looked frighteningly insane. She waved slightly to the shocked faces staring back at her.
“I think it’s safe to say I need a break.” Rose looked around, making sure no injured people had sprung up out of the tiles in search of her care. Still smiling and with a soft voice she addressed the others once more.
“I’m going to lunch. If anyone needs me I’ll just be around the corner in the mess hall.” With that she trotted away, the soft padding of her bare feet the only sound following her trek out the door.
Once safely alone in the hallway her smile faded away to a flat, grim line of lips pulled gaunt. For two years she hadn’t said a word on the matter. For two years she’d smiled and waved and pretended she didn’t grow cold at every mention of Sin. Finally she’d moved on, pushed everything so far back in her mind that she was only thinking about it in her dreams. So of course he came back.
It was so very like him. She should have seen it coming.
Rose pushed aside the wide doors of the mess hall, sighing at the sight of a large group of people scattered through the room. She hadn’t realized it was actually lunch time and that everyone would be bustling over to see what was on the menu. Making sure to smile politely at those who waved, Rose made her way to the trays and picked one up absentmindedly. Travis was on the other side of the glass, dishing out food as usual. Dion wasn’t far away. She didn’t even notice Brynn.
“Mac and cheese or soup?” Travis asked her, pointing to either side of him where two separate pots awaited her decision. She merely shrugged and was reward with a little of each being slopped together on her plate.
Rose smiled, nodded, and muttered a slight thank-you before hurrying away. She seated herself at her usual table in the corner. Her dual-use spork was tottering between the loose grip of her fingers, but she wasn’t touching her food. Her eyes were staring blankly at her hands, seeing through them. The spork dropped away and she stuck a finger in her mouth, biting unconsciously on the worn nail.
I thought he was dead, or worse. He left without a word, and then he has the nerve to bleed all over my floor and demand that we have a talk.
Her mind tumbled through a few images from the nightmares she’d had over the years. She shivered. At least he is safe so I can kill him myself.
Rosen pulled her finger out of her mouth and, in a desperate act to stop biting it, sat on her hand. She would have a nervous breakdown if she didn’t control herself, and no one needed that kind of sobbing drama, especially the hardworking rebels who had more pressing things to worry about.
She couldn’t help stop her thoughts, though. Hastily she tried to think of something else, but the memory that had been tucked safely away was clawing its way back out again. It was putting up a fight and she was on the losing side getting the snot kicked out of her. With a heavy, weary sigh resounding defeat, Rose closed her eyes and set loose the memory that could surely only result in her feeling even more pissed off.
Blood was smeared along the length of her arms, starting as a thick, flaky coating on her hands and ending in variously sized drops that speckled her elbows. It was a mess, but much worse then it looked. None of it belonged to her, but to the few heavily-breathing bodies now sleeping soundly in their beds despite it being almost noon.
The Highwind had been attacked. “Ambushed” was an even better word. Rose had been sleeping peacefully for once, having miraculously cleared out all her patients the morning before. She’d spent the day relaxing, tutoring the young but always eager Allison, and training with Sin. She’d pushed him to teach her how to better use a gun so he wouldn’t have to cover her so incessantly during battle. He didn’t want to, but it wasn’t hard to get Sin to change his mind on certain things. By the end of the day Rose felt rather accomplished but terribly exhausted and retired to bed early.
Only to be shaken awake by Allison. Rosen’s eyes flew open and scanned the darkness but she could only make out the silhouette of a petite woman hovering above her. She didn’t need to see the face to know it was Allison and that she was actually frightened.
“I was still awake,” her apprentice said in a rush, “I heard gunshots. Somehow they got inside. I ran to see what was going on but Logan stopped me and told me to go get you. There are some people hurt and he wants us to go get them.”
“Who got inside?” Rose asked. She sat up in bed and grabbed Allison’s shoulders. Her vision was adjusting and she could see the frantic glint of the younger girl’s eyes. “X-Force? Raiders?”
“Bounty hunters.”
A deeply rooted shiver crawled down her spine, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up on end. In her heart she knew who they were after.
“Is anyone dead?” Rosen asked, her voice deceptively calm. Allison’s head swung from side to side.
“Logan didn’t say.”
Rose opened her mouth to answer, but the sudden shrill cry of the Highwind’s alarms shot through the room and the rest of the ship, warning everyone to wake the hell up and prepare themselves. Rose reached under her bed and pulled out her emergency pack, throwing it hastily over her shoulder. She grabbed Allison’s wrist and together they fled the room, running as quickly as they could in the direction of the gunshots.
They almost toppled over a body when they reached the subdeck. It was lying spread-eagle on the stairs, blood pooling beneath it and oozing out quickly from hidden wounds. Allison quickly bent down at its side, pressing her finger on its neck to check for a pulse. Rosen read the answer in the girl’s eyes. Gingerly they stepped around it and headed into the engine room.
The gunshots were loudest here, but Rose had no idea how close they were. The sounds echoed all around and huge metal boxes and parts of the Highwind blocked off her view of much of the room. Carefully she drew out the gun she had trained with just that afternoon and held it at the ready, pointing the barrel left and right nervously as she moved.
She wasn’t prepared, however, when someone jumped out from behind a huge structure that only Darius could identify. The figure was dressed from head to toe in black, but the shape was obviously male. He expertly seized her hand and twisted the gun out of it, throwing both of them out of view and up against a wall from the force of his attack. Allison was just as startled and didn’t have time to react before another black-clad man grabbed her and shoved her next to her tutor.
Rose found herself staring into a pair of mud-colored eyes gleaming with the excitement of battle. With one large hand he pinned both of her wrists above her head. He pressed his body against hers, using it to pin her to the wall so he could have free use of his other hand. With it he reached up and pulled the mask off of his head, apparently to get a better look at the two girls and also giving them a better look at him.
He was much older than them, maybe in his late thirties or early forties, and his face was rough and unshaven. His hair stuck out wildly, tousled from sweat and his mask. Rose could feel hard muscles beneath his tight clothes bearing down on her. Scars riddled his face, making his arrogant smile all the more gruesome. Those muddy eyes of his were slowly going over her and Allison.
“Not what we were looking for, but good enough, don’t ya think, Kyle?” Mud-eyes said to the man gripping the struggling Allison.
“Would Garter take ‘em? How much do you think we could get?"
“Naw, Garter won’t have any use for them. He’d just tell us to kill them. What a waste, right?”
“Hehe, right!” Kyle agreed. He nodded enthusiastically, a stupid smile playing across his lips as he jostled Allison around. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he wasn’t one.
“We could just hand them over to the boys,” Mud-eyes suggested. Then he licked his lips. “Then again, why ******** you,” Rose said, spitting in the man’s face defiantly. His grin instantly warped into twisted malice and Rose gasped as a gun was pressed painfully between her breasts.
“Watch your mouth, or I shoot your friend.” The gun left her just long enough for the man to wave it toward Allison before it was pressed back into position. Rosen clenched her teeth together in an effort not to say anything and shot a look at Allison that she hoped looked comforting.
“That’s a good girl. Now let’s just get you out of here really quiet like, and all of us can just-” Mud-eyes was cut off by the sound of a gun firing very closely to them. A moment later the man named Kyle released Allison and teetered in place before dropping to a heap on the floor.
“Let her go,” a rough, primal-sounding voice ordered. Everyone’s eyes flew to the source. Sin stood a few feet away, his gun raised to eye-level. The man holding Rose tore her hands from above her head and pressed them securely to her belly. His other hand went around her shoulders so he could shove the gun into her temple. If it wasn’t for the weapon, it might look like he was holding her affectionately.
“Ahhh, Gunslinger!” Mud-eyes called, chuckling. “Just the man we were looking for. Now, I’m going to have to ask you to put the gun down. If you don’t, Ill just have to kill this pretty little-”
The man’s head slammed backwards as a bullet ripped through it, spraying forth blood like a morbid fountain. His body hit the floor as a corpse, leaking onto Rose’s feet. She almost feinted from relief and fear and disgust all at the same time. She felt her knees go weak, but Sin caught her up with his free arm.
“Get out of here,” he ordered sternly. His face was as white and hard as stone. “Both of you. We’ve almost killed them all. The wounded will be brought to you.”
Allison rushed forward and grabbed Rose. Without a word they hurried back, stopping only so Rose could grab the bag that she hadn’t realized she’d dropped.
The wounded were brought to them half an hour later. Besides the man found on the stairs there were no friendly casualties. Two men came very close, however, and it wasn’t until long past sunrise that Rose was able to send Allison off to bed.
By noon she was watching all of her patients sleep. She washed the coat of blood from her arms thoroughly, scrubbing them raw. Now that she was alone and out of work for the moment her dread had a chance to claw at her heart again. She’d come close to death before, but there was something utterly terrifying about her last encounter. Rose shook her head and shut off the water. She couldn’t let it bother her. She was safe, thanks to Sin.
Rose bit her lip. Sin. He hadn’t come to see her, and neither had Logan. The two undoubtedly had wounds but were being masculine and trying not to show it. She looked around the room, making sure that her patients were truly sleeping. The sound of their peaceful snoring was good enough evidence for her. Not bothering to change her bloodied shirt, Rose hurried out into the hall and toward the bedrooms.
She checked Sin’s first, but it was empty. That wasn’t uncommon. Most likely he was in Logan’s room discussing plans or the attack. Deciding that had to be right, she pattered a few doors down to the one at the end of the hall. Her hand reached out to grip the knob, but something stopped her. She went completely still and pressed her ear against the door. Harsh attempts at whispers were being exchanged within.
“Gunslinger…..isn’t your fault.” Logan’s voice.
“You damn well know it is!” Sin didn’t even both with a whisper that time.
“…no reason for this….one death…happens. Blame the bounty hunters.”
Rose pressed her ear even closer, struggling to hear everything as they got quieter.
“It could have been worse. It might well be next time,” Sin said darkly.
“There won’t be a next time. We were unprepared. We won’t make that mistake again.”
“They will find a way. As long as I am here, no one is safe.”
“We are never safe.”
“Shut up, Logan. You could get killed next time. Allison almost did. And Rose.”
Sin said something else after that, but Rose jumped in surprise when she heard her name, smacking her hand against the door. It was a dumb mistake, but she was making a lot of those lately. The voices inside died down, obviously as startled as she was. They were listening for anymore sound. Slowly, carefully, Rose moved away from the door. After a moment the voices resumed again, but much too low for her to hear this time.
Though she did hear the exasperated shout of “Logan, I’m leaving,” or something along the lines of that. Thinking quickly, Rose ducked into the hopefully-vacant room next to her. She waited until she heard Logan’s door open and close and for the sound of footsteps to disappear down the hall. Then she crept back out, waited about a minute, and wrapped loudly on Logan’s door.
“Come in.” His voice sounded tired.
Rose opened the door and leaned leisurely against the frame, trying not to look like she was extremely worried. Her mind was moving quickly, but it refused to think one simple thought: that Sin was really leaving.
“I saw Sin storming off down the hallway. What’s wrong with him?”
“The bounty hunters were after him. Gunslinger is blaming himself for everything; Mark dying, the others getting shot, and the attack on Allison and you. He won’t listen to me….Rose, he is leaving.”
So it was true. Rose gripped the doorframe, digging her nails into it. Her blood ran slow and cold like ice had filled her. She shook her head.
“But he can’t! We need him here and he knows that.”
“He has made up his mind. Maybe you can try to sway him. If anyone can, it’s you.” Logan looked up at her, and she could tell that he strongly wanted to believe that. Though he would never admit it, Sin was his only friend. Logan never made a decision without first running it by him and they were never far apart in a battle. Rose wouldn’t be the only one missing Sin if he left.
Without a word Rose slammed shut the door and took off, skidding to a halt only a few feet away. She was back at Sin’s room. She didn’t bother to knock.
It was dark inside, and for a moment Rose though he was already gone. Her heart slammed in her throat, making her feel like she was choking. A large form on the bed moved, taking shape from the shadows as it stood up. She relaxed, but only for a moment.
“Sin, you can’t leave,” she said breathlessly. She waited for a response, but the huge shadow only moved closer.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Rose continued in a rush. Her eyes flashed wildly, angry and upset all at once. “We need you here. Please.”
That last word came out as a strangled plea. She tried adding some sweetness to what she said, hoping Sin would cave the way he always did. But she knew as well as he did that it was just a desperate game she was playing with him.
“Damn it Sin, say something!” Rose finally exploded, throwing out her arms like she was going to push him.
She didn’t see him, but she could feel him as he moved closer. His hands reached out and caught her above the elbow on one arm and the wrist above the other. They sat like that, unmoving and silent for a few breaths, and then suddenly Sin was gone, using his hold to push her aside gently.
And that was it. For two years she never saw or heard from him. Until now.
Rose snapped back to reality. Her hand fumbled blindly for the spork and she seized it up with a vice grip, bending the plastic so that it twisted awkwardly. She stabbed it into her noodles or soup-she didn’t know or care which- and with as much venom as someone could eat food, Rose shoved the contents of her spork into her mouth.
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