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 Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 1:24 pm
"Welcome, Tracey."
Jerry came over to ask about girl advice.
Harrison snickered. "I think with that particular lady you oughta go with your grandma." Sasha wore grandma clothes and couldn't even swear right. Whatever Jerry's grandma said was probably the way to go. Sasha was okay at drawing mutilated bodies, though, and Jerry liked blowing s**t to kingdom come, so he was sure it would balance out. "And I told you. You're not bad at it. You got a gift."
He grinned at Rep's description. "Underfoot my a**. You just like bein' ******** waited on hand and foot."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 1:33 pm
"I don't particularly like you talking about my Gram that way," Jerry's face had gone red.
But at least he wasn't sweating bullets.
He wondered if any of the Life trainees had packed additional deodorant.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 1:45 pm
He had to concede maybe Harrison was right as re guarded Sasha. She didn't seem like a crazy rebel who needed curb stomped. If he asked her for a sandwich, she'd probably go make one. He grunted in a little gesture of deference to the other man's advice. "Still, for other women, gotta be a ******** man."
For the snipe though he smirked with that teasing toothy edge that was a little too subversive to be attributed entirely to cookies. "Maybe. Some people just excel at doing the waiting though."
As Jerry went red again that old nasty instinct reared its ugly head and he found his thoughts meandering back to normal. Why had he been being all nice to this guy again?
"You are lusting after a ******** woman who is like your gran. That's kind of sick man."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 1:49 pm
kuromeez Text from Clarice:I like to think of it as a chance to even the score. Revenge doesn't bring anyone back, but I gotta say, I want it anyway. Keep a clear head. ILU 5 EVR Text from Sunny:If you're dropped off in should-be-dead condition again, I'm gonna remove some limbs. Starting with the legs. See how much s**t you can get to in a wheelchair. pinchmonster Text from Clarice:The doctor left you an mp3 player with some music in the light blue first aid kit if you need something to help you relax a bit. (Do your best! <- that's from me biggrin )
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 1:52 pm
"I... I WHAT? No! No no no no she's not-" That's right. Rep was a horrible annoying little scoundrel who deserved a fat lip over a backrub. Jerry's hands balled into fists as he rocked to his feet again. "N-now, you just see here! J-just because... because you're a sexist pig doesn't mean..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 1:56 pm
From outside the tent, Clerise shushed Dakota a moment to reply: Lizbot Text from Clerise:jesus christ how did you even get my number Lizbot Text from Clerise:i uh .....prom.....ise.......??? Lizbot Text from Clerise:please not my legs i love my legs theyre nice legs lady
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 1:57 pm
"Chill out, Jerry," Harrison said, examining the furious and slightly red man in an undershirt. "You look like you could use some sunscreen. You want me to get you next?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 2:02 pm
He gave Jerry the smarmiest grin he could possibly manage. "You dooooo don't you?" Okay maybe the cookies actually were gone now, because that sense of schadenfreude was back in force at watching him get angry and flustered.
"So much ******** rage Jerrikins." he hissed approvingly, he was too ******** relaxed to get properly angry. "And yeah, let Ace do your sunscreen, he's ******** good at it."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 2:13 pm
Jerry gave an exasperated sigh before sitting down on an opposite cot. "Fine. But then I'm going on another patrol." He needed to blow some things up, that was for sure.
Where was Wash with those cookies? Honestly.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 2:31 pm
The sunscreen was well and properly rubbed in at this point. He did a last few circles and patted Rep on the back.
"Alright," he said, squeezing out another handful and handing off the bottle to Rep. "Rest is up to you. Don't run off with the sunscreen. ...Or forget your ears. Come on over, Casanova."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 2:49 pm
Harrison got another lazy smirk from Rep. "Yes mum."
But despite the snide comment, he did set about dealing with his face and arms, not to mention his ears, finding out as he did so he was already pretty ******** burned without realising it. Even touching his scalp with the lotionless back of his hand prompted a sharp spike of pain. Okay maybe it would have been an idea to wear a hat.
The ridiculous mental image of wearing his scarf like an old ladies rain bonnet came to mind and was very ******** quickly discarded.
Slowly he tried to recall the last few hours. His expression turned rather serious.
Group hugs.>
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 3:11 pm
"There's being a gentleman," Jordan said thoughtfully, "and then there's being a doormat." The cookie was definitely wearing off, and he wasn't sure if he was thankful or disappointed. On one hand, it was nice to be able to just feel uncomplicatedly happy; on the other, he was remembering some of the things that had come out of his mouth and wincing. At least they'd managed to work out the misunderstanding.
"I kind of think he's right about the wardrobe, though," he added, apologetically. "Makes you look ten years older." Which might be attractive to some, he didn't say.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 3:31 pm
Jerry merely sagged in depression as he moved to let Harrison tend to his sun screen. "I like the way I dress. I don't know... I just... wish it was all less complicated, I guess." The important thing, though, was that he was on the market again. And no longer feeling sorry for himself- at least in regards to a certain mocha-skinned brunette.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 3:54 pm
"You can say that again," Jordan muttered, looking off to the side and flushing slightly.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 3:57 pm
"...Ladies are complicated," Harrison conceded. Jerry was still scrawny in comparison to Rep, but after all the fighting and bazooka-carrying had started to get some definition. His back didn't look like he'd recently gotten into a fight with a lawnmower, but there were burn scars all the way down to the waistline.
The scars felt weird. Smooth. Lumpy.. Didn't have as much give.
He focused on the muscles any how, which felt like they'd never even heard the definition of relaxed.
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