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 Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 5:20 pm
Melvin was not distracted. Not when they were this close to the door. Nodding, just because she wasn't going to fight him and he was not going to leave her to fight when he wasn't there to help, he started to lead her back down through the dark hallway to where a few people, who had decided not to help, could be heard.
The bright, cleaner room was a relief, but Melvin was still on edge knowing that those bugs could get to them. That only a hallway and a few turns separated them.
The room also started to make him remember a basement in another house, and he felt short of breath. Once they were in the room, he leaned his back against the wall and took deep breathes, looking up at the ceiling and counter from 10 down.
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 5:36 pm
Rin with quite a bit of distance between them and the bugs, was finally able to exhale. She looked to Melvin, her eyebrows scrunched up with concern. "Not going to die, are you Goldi?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 5:38 pm
He lowered his chin, his skin paler than normal, and managed a queasy smile. "I don't think so." His face felt warm, and he had to desummon Saliva so that his shaking hands wouldn't as noticeable.
"I'm just going to be friends with this wall for a bit." And try not to scream again.
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 5:47 pm
Rin reached out to stroke Melvin's golden curls before too leaning against the wall and then sliding down to the floor with a sigh. "That's okay. We can befriend it together."
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 5:58 pm
He nodded, took a hard swallow, and then closed his eyes to count down again, trying to concentrate on the wall behind him, how firm and real it was, and to use that as a physical and mental anchor to help his panic subside.
When he didn't feel close to passing out, he opened his eyes again. "I thought with a weapon, as a hunter, I'd get less freaked out about this stuff." Yet, with more exposure and to more gruesome bug monsters, it only felt like it was getting much worse.
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 6:00 pm
"Only you can make yourself less freaked out sadly," Rin sighed and pulled her knees up to her chin. "How do you feel?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 6:11 pm
He looked down, reaching up to scratch at the bandage at his neck, and forced a smile. "Better." But not great. His insides felt as tangled and knotted as Christmas lights, and it felt as if someone took his skeleton and shook it. His throat felt tight, and he looked around before spotting the table of drinks.
"I'll get us something to drink." He informed her. With a good group out helping with the extermination, the table was near barren of company, and he went over to look over the bottles. He checked caps to see which one was yet to be opened, and felt his heart sink when he couldn't find one. He just needed drink.
He had to make due with the one that was nearly full, and while he loved whiskey, it was already halfway down and it made him worry that someone might have sipped from the bottle. He took the vodka, and picked out two plastic cups, walked back over and slide down to kneel beside her, not wanting to actually touch the ground. "You shouldn't sit here." There were bugs around after all.
Twisting off the cap, he filled up a cup halfway and offered it to her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 8:16 pm
Strangely enough, he thought he saw Shiloh and Ian... and yet they were gone? Maybe the room was playing tricks on him. There DID seem to be some sort of commotion happening in a further away room... so, naturally, he avoided it! Though this was when he looked around and felt like saying 'well crap.' Everyone was in costume? Wait no, not everyone. Phew, good. He didnt feel too badly out of place. One girl in a corner was holding a bottle, and lacked a costume. Was that a safe bet to approach for conversational purposes? He had yet to meet her, but she seemed friendly enough. Then again, Quinn usually saw everyone as friendly unless they were glaring right at him. She was also alone though, and Quinn frankly talked better in more singular settings than group ones. He still made his way over, and leaned against the wall near her. "Interesting night happening?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 8:39 pm
Someone started talking, and Maebe made the mistake of looking up to make sure - ah, crap. He was talking to her. She should have acted like she hadn't heard him. She slumped and and gave him a barely-acceptable smile, before nodding her head yes. But. "No." She took another very long swig of her bottle, to loosen her up, before actually appraising the guy. Long legs, nice hair, friendly face - well, two out of three ain't bad. She held out the bottle to him in a gesture of camaraderie. "But it can be."
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 8:53 pm
Though her head said yes, her words said no. That left him giving the other a rather confused look, what had she meant? Which was it? Either way he soon had a bottle indicated at him, which he took instantly. Why be rude when something is offered? He also moved slightly closer, taking her answering and gift of the bottle as a ok-to-approach signal. He sniffed at it, and curled his nose. Ick, alcohol always smelt just as bad as it sometimes tasted. "What flavor is this?" He wondered if she would literally give a 'flavor', or if she would understand the question. He took a small curious sip of the liquid, still finding himself unable to place what kind it was.
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 8:56 pm
"Wh. What flavor." Maebe stuttered at the stupidity of the question. But he was drinking it, so that made the question even stupider. This was a job for Captain Obvious!
"It's drunk flavor." She answered. "The more you drink, the better it tastes. So drink up."
And technically, that was nothing but the truth.
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 9:07 pm
Drunk flavor, that was one was to explain it. It was also one way to explain how she was currently looking... and how her breath smelled. Not that he would say that.
Still, he was 18 and back home that meant legal in drinking age. His grandfather had allowed him to sip from his cup when he was younger too, so his tolerance wasnt the worst when it came to the vile liquid. Even if 'liquid drunk' still tasted more like 'liquid butt' to him.
He took a second swig, a little more than the initial sip. He made a bit of a mental vow to keep the bottle away from her for a bit too, wondering if she needed to sober up a little. "Drunk flavor seems about accurate right now. Im Quinn, by the way." He wondered if she was too far gone to give a name, hmm.
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 9:12 pm
Maebe was looking at the bottle with a hunger. She wanted to share, but not forever. And he wasn't giving it back.. this left her empty handed and idle. So she grabbed his leg and squeezed it like a melon.
"Okay, Quinn." She muttered half-heartedly. "I'm Mae..."
And then an idea hit her.
"Mabel."
A really bad, malformed, drunken idea.
"Yeah. Mabel."
She was giving him a fake name, much for the same reason one might give a guy a fake number. Unfortunately, she was forgetting how useless that kind of thing was, in Deus. In fact, she probably couldn't remember what Deus was, at that particular moment.
"Nice to meet you, Quinn. You've got some strong calves there. Big boy."
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 9:20 pm
"Maebel." He repeated, now trying to ignore the fact that she was suddenly squeezing his leg like it was a prime cut of beef for sale.
Oh man, he suddenly regretted certain life decisions.
Shifting the bottle into his other hand, the one further from her, and used his now-free one to try and pry her fingers away from his leg.
"Maebl i-i think you might be a little 'drunk' flavored at the moment too."
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 9:25 pm
She saw that bottle moving away from her, and that spurned her into action. She stood up, which was a magical experience that had her swooning, and reached for the bottle.
"Who the hell are you, my mother? Give me back my bottle, that was a loan, not a gift." Both of her arms draped to try and get it back, waving weakly in her attempt. "And don't talk about what flavor I am unless you're begging for a taste. Now give me back the bottle."
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