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 Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 11:04 pm
Maybe you should find the doctor, he almost said, but stopped himself, rubbing his eyes again before groping for his glasses. They had fallen while he slept, lost in the blankets. "What's an MRE?" He hoped it was warming and filling. He didn't want to sit with Candace right then. He wanted to sit and quietly listen to music with Sasha and pretend the world hadn't exploded in chaos and flesh eating insects. He wanted to go back to sleep.
He glanced to the bunk next over, where Sasha lay unconscious in the cellphone light. He picked up the ear bud he had been listening to, gently placing it in her other ear before pulling the blanket up over her, sand and all.
"I guess we could go see what there is. Maybe some coffee."
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 11:16 pm
"It's um...a ready-to-eat meal. Military stuff. But it's, like, real food. In a bag...box thing. I looked over a couple of them, there's stuff like buffalo chicken, pork ribs, ravioli, stew..real food. It's a little mind blowing. I'm curious what it's like." Candace had chatted on and on while Jerry was looking around, noticing he wasn't wearing his glasses. Oh dear. Where were they? She looked down at the floor around her for any sign of them. Perhaps they had fallen off the bed? "If you don't want to it's..okay..." He didn't look terribly excited by her offer, and it was hard to tell if it was because of the situation or because it was her.
But he'd already agreed, apparently. Candace smiled again, pushing up off the floor to stand. "I don't remember if I saw coffee, but there were energy drinks." He didn't want to do this with her. She could tell. It wasn't fair.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 11:18 pm
Sasha was snoring like a lumberjack, drooling everywhere.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 11:26 pm
"Oh," He answered, hand brushing against his ruined lenses and he sighed before trying to squint through them. The world came into... a little bit more focus. He was getting antsy again, and he didn't know if it was the darkness... or the company.
Coffee. Coffee and air. Then maybe a bit more sleep if they'd allow it. He pulled his sweater back on, shaking out sand as he did so, and put his coat over his arm before rocking to his feet. "Coffee hunt, then?"
He forced himself to smile.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 11:28 pm
[Entering]
Aleister dragged himself into the tent and settled on one of the cots with his hot chocolate sipping at it and huddled in the blanket he'd been given. He wasn't really sure what to do. The reality of what happened started sinking in and a shiver made it way down his back.
"Oh god..." He whispered to himself. As far as they knew anyone in the desert was dead. They knew nothing about Allan and Simon as they hadn't followed, at least not while he was in the portal room and there was no tellings where Caelius was.... And Julie.....
Aleister ended up just staring at the hot chocolate and putting the cap back on it. He wasn't going to be able to look at a bug in the same light ever again.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 11:50 pm
Everything was a million times more irritating when you were trying to sleep and failing, so the polite hushed whispers were an irritation, the chatting next door became an irritation too. Everything was ******** irritating, his frustrations simply growing and growing.
He took up asking Tracey over and over why he couldn't sleep, why his body hated him, why everything was so crappy.
< Seriously William dear, can we not act like a five year old, just for once? >>
He pouted and rolled over.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 11:53 pm
Oh dear. His glasses looked terrible. He'd need new ones for sure.. "Yeah, sure. We can do that." Candace said quietly, grabbing her phone off his bed and pocketing it. He wasn't comfortable. She should leave him alone...but she wanted to be selfish. She wanted her Jerrbear.
Candace was about to gesture for Jerry to go ahead of her until she took another look at his glasses. "..I'll lead the way." A hand rest lightly behind his lower back as she guided him out of the sleeping section of the rest tent to the part where everyone was awake and chatting. Also, food.
((Exiting to PRP in same location))
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 12:03 am
"Sure," He glanced over his shoulder once more when he heard movement, praying Sasha would wake and save him but no... it was just the large form he had to imagine was Rep. Well. It looked like the young blonde hunter that had just walked in needed the cot more than he did. Resigned, he hung his head and let Candace lead the way.
((Exit))
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 2:27 pm
After somehow managing to get at least a... fitful rest Aleister woke up feeling a little bit better. He looked around before sliding off the cot. Now where too? He paused thinking before going to maybe get some food and see what sort of thing he could help out with.
[EXIT]
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 2:49 pm
[[ clerise is entering ]]
Clerise entered the resting tent, and made a valiant decision: to try and get some rest on a cot.
But first, she snagged a few MREs from the other side of the tent, deftly avoiding Candace and Jerry.
Curling up in a cot, Clerise turned onto her side and tried to forget. Sleep was out of the question, to be certain, but maybe she could just...pretend things were fine. That she was fine.
Just for a little while.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 2:56 pm
It was impossible to sleep. Impossible. He kept running over everything in his head, when he wasn't thinking of the nightmarish desert he found himself fixating on the knot of problems that was the Jordan and Harrison situation. He couldn't rest. Exhausted but unable to rest. It was so stupid and frustrating. He kept wondering where everyone else was, if they were okay, what was going on, but repeatedly had to remind himself he OWED it to them to get rest. How was he meant to keep up with the pace, how was he meant to cut it, for his division and for himself if he couldn't even cope with what was needed on a mission?
He fidgeted, he tossed, he turned, he counted sheep, he counted the snores of the people nearby but his brain would just not wind down.
He opened an eye as someone wandered in, the silhouette against the light familiar. Good, Clerise had made it too.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 3:34 pm
Someone was being a loud ********, with fidgeting and rustling constantly. There were people snoring (how could they sleep?) and bitches talking and--
Clerise sat up with a quiet growl, running her fingers through her hair, pressing her palms to her forehead.
She glanced around the room, surveying its inhabitants. A familiar shock of red hair was across the room, and she couldn't conceal a sigh of relief.
The more familiar faces the better. She offered Rep a two fingered wave and a weary half-smile.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 3:46 pm
Sitting up he returned the smile with an exhausted looking one of his own, and a lazy wave, mouthing "Can't ******** sleep" and pointing at himself.
He figured he should probably just give in and get up, he wasn't going to be able to rest properly.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 4:07 pm
Clerise nodded in understanding. She was more able bodied than he was-- bug bites all over and not much else.
She debated for a minute-- but well.
There were goodbyes and farewells to make, after all. Who knew how long it would be before this outpost bit the bullet as well.
So the redhead made her way to where the Sun trainee was resting, sitting on the floor in front of him.
She poked his forehead. "Good to see that you're not dead."
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 4:32 pm
He couldn't help but give her a lazy grin in reply. "******** lucky not to be dead after all that seriously. Came ******** close a few times let me tell you. I mean if it wasn't for like, all sorts of people helping me out out there I'd be dead. I just wish I hadn't thrown myself into it as much as I ******** did. I've ******** myself over pretty bad for whatever's to come."
An odd desire to just heft her up and give her a hug came over him, but he resisted it because he really had taken quite enough beatings that day and figured picking her up would be like picking up a feral cat. "Glad to see you alive too, though I knew you'd make it. I think anyone trying to kill you would just come off with a ******** headache." he smirked playfully at her.
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