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 Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 4:15 pm
Otto looked over at Nevada, midway through cracking his knuckles some more as stress relief. He nodded his head firmly. Ice cream and sleep overs.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 4:20 pm
"Shiloh?" he almost barked in surprise of seeing him at this torture session. Wasn't he supposed to be Caelius's loyal mutt or something? "No - I mean - yes - there is no one-" Lucky gave Shiloh and his friend a nod and a display of teeth that really wanted to be a smile but really didn't know how to be. He might have been a bit bolder when it was just him and Shiloh, but he seemed practically paralyzed here. It was probably because Caelius appeared to have been subtly threatening him with a knife and a bagel. Not that anyone else had seen that but him, or had understood the deep and intricate meaning of the gesture, presumably. It was just his curse. And also he had kind of sort of done something to deserve being here, though he couldn't even imagine how bad things must have been for all these other people to have ended up here too. At some point the infamous stick going around ended up in his hands too. "I am... I am Lucky - uh, that is not my real name, but, ah, you - you probably know that-""Nnn..." He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot and gripped the talking stick like it was the only thing preventing him from running out of the room and just taking the community service.
"My veakness... um. I have, uh, difficulty... t-talking? In front of - um - uh -" Lucky was beginning to turn a very bright shade of red under even the imagined scrutiny of the others. "I, uh - I mean - um -"
He closed his eyes, took a breath, and just said it all without stopping, which while impressive given the stumbling before, was nearly incomprehensible between the lack of pausing and the heavy accent. "Idon'tknowhowtotalktothismanypeople--"He practically threw the stick at the next person in his eagerness to get away from it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 4:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 4:50 pm
When Dakota looked at Harrison calling him a former friend Marcus knew one thing in that moment. Moon'sync was broken. The band was gone.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 4:58 pm
Peyton didn't even bother rising to the bait of murderer. It didn't mean a god damned thing coming from Rep. By his own twisted logic, if the person you supposedly murdered was still around and kicking, then obviously they weren't murdered. Flawed logic if ever she'd heard it, but whatever. The day hadn't started out this bad. Even with the summons she'd still managed to maintain a relatively cheerful attitude until about an hour ago. Now her mood was just plain sour. With a turn of her head she glanced down at Noah. Kind, helpful Noah. He'd dropped everything to be her partner in this, and she was being absolute awful company. With a sigh she pulled her legs in to cross indian style, and pulled on an expression that was less full on pissy, and more just unamused. Leaning down she managed to snag the notebook and pencil from his hands, and she wrote a quick message on the first blank page before passing it back to him. 'Sorry I'm being such a stick in the mud.'
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 5:05 pm
Too bad however, such thoughts were washed away as he was given the stick and now under the impression that no, he couldn't just pass it off for time to think this time.
Looking at it like it was covered in dirt and grime, Marcus sat upright before he began to speak. "Marcus Hasan, and overall-pessimism paired with reality."
Then he shoved the stick into the next persons arm, happy to be rid of it.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 5:20 pm
Part of her wanted to ask exactly who was hiding evidence and why, but the rest of her was dumbstruck. When Caelius was finished, Stormy withdrew without a word and settled next to Gale once more, her good humor gone. The first time the staff came around she was so thoroughly engrossed with staring down at her blank journal page that she missed it. On the second time around, she managed to fumble for it, moving her gaze from the page to the top of the oddly adorned item.
"Stormy Ortega," she mumbled. "I guess my biggest weakness is asking too many questions." Perhaps not the biggest, but certainly one of them. She didn't feel keen on sharing openly at this point and passed the staff off without a second glance.
Back to the page instead. She began to doodle spirals and shapes sullenly.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 5:22 pm
Cass had traced over her name a few times on the nametag as the 'staff of emotional turbulence' was passed around. Her eyes lingered on some people more than others, and she purposely frowned at a few others. Only one was treated with the response of 'not looking at you' purposely.
Her greatest flaw. Hoooo boy, she could have started up a laundry list of things that were wrong with her. Flipping her nametag over, she started jotting down one-or-two word thoughts - awful, too caring, not caring enough, doesn't emote when she should - it went on for a while as she listened to other people say things, sometimes adding what they'd said onto her list and underlining it. Yeah. Her too.
Her too.......
Her pencil lingered on one thought she'd written down and she quickly scribbled it out, dark and heavy to block it out entirely.
And then Marcus had the Turbulance-stick. And then he handed it over.
She looked at it, lips tightening. Moment of truth. Or rather, moment to lie entirely;
"Cassandra Hasan. I put too much emotional investment into things I shouldn't."
There. She'd said something. Cass passed it on as quickly as she could and pinned her nametag on.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 5:24 pm
Cass's frown made Marcus frown.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 5:50 pm
Caelius thoughtful look towards him was met with a glance in return. Lance turned away from the Death lead, flirting with danger as he focused his attention on his companion who scowled back. "You're a piece of s**t, Shepard," Sandy hissed as the trainees continued to introduce themselves, "What the hell are you trying to pull?""Let's see," Lance began to count the points off of his fingers. "You up and disappear on a mission for several years to the point of being declared dead, then you waltz into my office and drop an artifact onto my desk before realizing that leadership has changed, and then decide to throw a hissyfit and run your mouth off when I drag you here so you can get caught up on who's new in the division? Tsk. You're good at what you do, but you're piss-poor at social interaction." The division leader held a hand up, stalling her. "And before look like even more like a crazy pants psycho b***h before anyone even bothers to find out what your deal is? I advise that you shut up." The woman scowled and resumed muttering death threats under her breath.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 5:59 pm
Jerry was making his way around the facility when he heard the sound of voices. Warily, he followed them, spotting a group that contained several familiar faces and a lot more unfamiliar ones. He crept up to Rep and Harrison from behind, trying to pretend he had been there the entire time. "Hey! Hey! Psst! What's going on here?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 6:00 pm
The emotional feelings in the room were slowly, oddly becoming amplified. It was as if something had sparked them all, a strange agitated buzzing in the back of their heads that just wouldn't go away. It was no longer just okay to keep quiet. It was no longer just okay to listen. Everything was just a little more sensitive. Maybe there was something very odd in the rather hypnotic music. It was an itch and it wouldn't let go until it had been heard.
Mark had huddled into a corner of the room, wrapped entirely in blanket like a cocoon, staring at everyone with extremely large, frightened eyes. Allan had literally fallen asleep right on the table and Caelius was looking extremely frustrated as he cut his bagel into tinier pieces, or the remainders of it, he was at one-sixteenths of pieces of a bagel now. Any more pieces and he could have a whole puzzle for Lucky to solve.
OOC MILD ROOM EFFECT: AGITATION RISES - A mild agitation has taken the room, in which feels are slowly becoming a little more vocal and spoken. Feel free to let those feels out in the meanwhile - a tag will come up in the next few hours till then.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 6:02 pm
Leon honestly had no clue what called him to the room. why everyone was sitting in a little area lik eit was some kind of step aerobics class. "was it a secret meeting?" the grumpy life trainee wondered to the sleeping nid that was far busy taking a nap. But there were mini bagels.
This party was unstoppable, even if they were passing some kind of staff, were they in a cheer leading squad and passing around the spirit stick? He honestly hoped that no one dropped it as he stayed in the back, munching on a bagel.
strawberry jelly made it much more bearable. "My name is Leon and I'm afraid of hurting people so I push them away. Or punch. both works. Did you guys try the bagels yet. they are great." He began to blurt out while Mark was trying to become and Amazing mark-butterfly.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 6:05 pm
Pleased with Robert's performance, Mimsy paused her writing to rest her arm on his shoulder, and began petting his hair in the same way someone might scritch a dog behind its ears. With her focus no longer on the book in her lap, she now looked attentive, impassive eyes moving from person to person as they spoke. She didn't comment or make any sort of expression in response to them, just continuing to languidly pet her boyfriend; it wasn't clear that if words were getting through to her at all, until she reached to take Lucky's hand after his nervous display. She gave it a light squeeze and made a gentle shushing noise.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 6:07 pm
"It's a workshop," Harrison answered Jerry, "for sharing."
Now that he was not making a complete idiot of himself. He was just dumb. He rubbed his face, then took out his watch to check the time.
How could this thing last two hours?
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