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 Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 12:22 pm
As soon as he nodded, she was up and crossing the room toward the window.
She fiddled with it, frowned at it, then realised there was something there to turn a little more before she could open it properly.
She glanced back as she fastened it open, looking from Bro to Jerome.
"Well. Y've been out a little while and before that we were in a cell. He might be right about them being messy, but you don't look bad from here." Of course he didn't to her; he was alive and talking and worrying about his hair.
He looked fantastic compared to how Tambrey'd been able to see him for a month.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 12:48 pm
The Gengar continued to fuss over Jerome in a mocking manner, pulling the strands out of Jerome's fingers and pulling as many of his dreads up into his down stubby purple, half glowing hands.
This eared the Gengar a raised brow from the tattooed man, who would have probably swatted at him, though his reach was severely limited at the moment.
Besides, It was good to have Bro' back around, the Gengar's assholeness was missed far too much for Jerome to get annoyed with him.
He glanced back to Tambery, grinning slightly as she seemed to struggle for only a moment with the window.
"Just surprised we're even alive at all." He said, honestly. "all F'us"
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 1:06 pm
Tambrey nodded.
"All of us." She repeated with a soft smile as she made her way back from the window, grabbing a chair so that she could sit by the bed as she did so.
Hm. The soft smile was tinged with a little something- the effects of a memory. She'd been on a mission before where that sentence- 'all of us'- hadn't applied.
It really was remarkable that they were here, talking to each other.
"We're a good team." She smiled genuinely after a moment, then found herself quoting something from their first day captured, something Deimos himself had called them. "We're 'Team Rocket's finest', remember."
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 12:16 pm
There was no mistaking the subtle look on Tambery's face after she came back over and sat down.
No, not when Jerome was sure they all knew what feeling that expression was usually concealing.
Jerome might come off as easy going, didn't let too many things get to him anymore, but he wasn't in the least bit unaware of what had happened to them, was they all went through.
And Jerome knew it was something that affected them all, himself included.
It was just something else they would have to learn to live with.
Jerome knew that on top of that, there was an added guilt... again... again he lived through this when he should have died.
What force in this world was insistent in keeping him alive, when he should have died that night a years ago.
With his friends.
an external voice snapped him back out of his thoughts, unaware he had even been slipping that far in.
He jerked his head up, looking back over at her, before his tired features broke a little smirk and he let out a hiss through his teeth that could be taken as a chuckle.
" 'Something else, 'tell ya that. Seen some pretty hard core s**t in my life. but this." He shook his head.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 1:25 pm
"Hm. 'S always the... complicated missions. The fire and metal. Always a fight whenever we meet them." Three different missions, two to the heart of enemy territory-only one on purpose. 'Them' clearly referred to Galactics.
"Soldiers now." She muttered the two words a little, musing on it, her own expression wandering from smiley to a little further away.
It was a rather grim thing to contemplate whenever she slipped and let herself get here; scientist had lead to thief had led to soldier.
She supposed, in a gang, it might be similar.
The grunt shook her head; this wasn't how she wanted to be in here.
She wanted to enjoy her time with her friend- enjoy that he was getting better, looking better and the they were both alive.
She forced the smile back.
"Hm. Anyway. How is it really in here? D'you need anything brought.. or... anyone summoned? I'm guessing Aulus probably caught you up on anything I could've already considering you already knew about m' room mate."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 9:08 am
His gaze slid over to her, lingering quietly for a couple of seconds before he gave a curt nod.
Her assumption would be correct, soldiers, maybe not in the way of military, but in this life, that's who they would become, and who they would have to stay.
"S'how it always is." He didn't want to move his shoulder, so a slight tilt of the head substantiated a shrug. "Guess some things don't really change."
When she asked if she could bring anything Jerome shook his head. "Already asked bout my cigarettes, can't imagine they'd be cool with that in here though. F'ya know where any are though-" He glanced at the door, as Bro chuckled just above him.
"Other then that M'jus really t'get outta here,"
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 6:59 pm
She really didn't want to be one, but, with only one way out of the team and with people she cared about here too, Tambrey was already half-accepting of what they were becoming.
Her mind wandered to Jerome's past at what he'd responded with- noting especially, the shrug attempt.
To be a soldier, for him, was 'normal' enough to shrug at... It really was a much different life than the one she'd known; a harder one.
'The hotter the fire...'
She mused on an old saying, at Jerome there and how hurt he'd been yet now awake, talking, asking about cigarettes.
'The harder the steel.'
"Well... I, uh, don't think they'd like you smoking in here either and.. b'sides... it's mean a while; what if y' set off a cough and damage yourself? Maybe it's better to wait a bit for those." She tried to say it kindly and point out what would be her objection to it. Getting a friend back only for them to cough themselves to death on a long awaited cigarette was not something she wanted to see.
"The faster you heal up, the sooner you can get out of here, so please don't do anything that'll keep you here longer; we all want y' better, you know, t' see you up and working alongside us".
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 11:07 am
He listened calmly, looking over at her as she talked and explained reasonably why he should wait, and take it easy.
He couldn't help a small grin at the end.
"Yeah, Sounds like some logic y'would say."
but he nodded. "A'ight, I'll wait.F'only to get out of here faster."
He waited a month with these other Rockets after all, he could wait a little longer.
"S'it good t'be back?" He asked. knowing she's been awake the whole time he's been out. she's been back here for over two weeks.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 4:57 am
"Er... Well." She had to think about the question; it was a simple question, for all appearances, but Tambrey seemed to have a little bit of trouble.
She was quiet a little longer than she ought to have been.
"I wish I could tell you 'yes', but this place? 'S not exactly what you can seek comfort in so easy." She frowned slightly; Jerome was more used to this life, in a way though; it was, essentially, a giant gang. "Sorry."
She thought again, pausing for a moment, deciding something.
"You know, actually; f'get that. It's better than where we've been and 's the people y'r with that counts anyway. So. Yep." She nodded, "It's good t' be back. Good t' be," Free was not the word to use "out of that cell."
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 11:11 am
He remained quiet when she spoke, just listening to what she had to say, before later retracting the comment and coming to a more positive conclusion.
"Naw, your right." He reassured "On both."
He lifted a hand up, running it down his unshaven face, but keeping his eyes on Tambery.
"Y'just do what y'gatta to survive, yeah? This place ain't s'bad."
This wasn't a nice life, it never was. None of them could hide who they were and what they did. Jerome got tired of it a long time ago, but he had passed the point of turning back a long long time ago.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 11:39 am
Tambrey gave a slight nod, agreeing to accept, she guess, his affirmation that she was right, almost paradoxically, on both counts.
"Well. 'S odd as it might sound f'r what this place is, the people here help make it 'not s'bad'."
She tapped her fingers a little, frowned, went to start a sentence, stopped, then started it again.
"What about... 'f you don't... just want t' survive. 'F you want to have, y'know, a /life/ with... all the things they're supposed t' have? I don't want to be stuck, scrabbling to 'make do' and scratching out fragments of survival all m'life... Do you think 's possible? I mean. I have friends here- at least, I'd like t' count you and the others as friends- and I don't just want t' have 'friends' because I need them t' survive; I want t' have people I /want/ to spend time with, y'know?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 6:10 pm
"I hear ya, and trust me, I know." He said "Think that's pretty much the most important thing ya could need."
The Gengar hovering by Jerome crossed his arms and gave a very firm nod, followed with an uncomfortably wide smirk, all the while Jerome's face remained mostly unchanged... if anything it looked older, more tired as he continued on this topic.
Jerome's head rolled to the side a little, as he gave a slight brush of his hand, before letting it fall gingerly back onto his chest.
"Ain't no point doing all this alone, Too ******** up t'do it all alone."
At this he glanced back over at her, lifting up his hand again and holding his fist out to her, as and offer for a brofirst.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 7:47 pm
Tambrey rather liked the ghost type, creepy smirk or not.
She actually let out a small 'hmf' of amused approval as she caught Bro's firm nod at the edge of her vision.
Her lips curled up at the corners, just slightly, while she listened to him, though her expression changed from amused, right back to a slight concern as he seemed to look older.
Wasn't that a sign of being tired? Or stressed.
She started to worry about stressing Jerome out with the topic and then was rather surprised to be presented with his fist.
This was a somewhat alien gesture to Tambrey and she spent a few seconds too long working out what he was doing before, tentatively, extending a fist of her own to meet his; aiming to 'bump' but quick and gentle.
It was quite obvious she wasn't really used to such a thing, but smiled at it anyway, clearly pleased by the gesture.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:08 pm
The awkwardness of her return gesture drew a soft chuckle from the gangster, though it was with a more pleased feel to it.
She was certainly a very different kind of person then what he had grown up with, but despite those differences she was a pretty damn awesome chick.
He was starting to get used to the fact that this new gang was going to be full of people he just wouldn't relate to, but like this case he didn't see why they couldn't be just as good friends.
"Y'can call me a friend." He started "So long as I can too. A'ight?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:24 pm
Well that was kind of fun.
He was chuckling, but it didn't seem like she'd done that horribly wrong somehow.
Good. She grinned, pleasantly, in response to the chuckle, looked to Bro, as if for approval or perhaps just curious for his reaction to it all and then quickly turned her attention back and nodded at what Jerome said.
Smiling again.
"Thanks."
She let out a little snrt of amusement then; "I came 'n case y' wanted company or needed anything- wanted t' help 'r cheer you up if needed- but I think we reversed roles around there somewhere."
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