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 Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 9:45 pm
"I got you good? I had to have surgery on this ******** and look at the amazing job they did on it." he gestured at the bridge of his nose.
He relaxed a bit, frowning. "Yeah I know right, I know it'd be s**t. Likewise though.." ******** hell he had a lump in his throat. "I trusted you man. I can't afford to have people overhear this s**t." He didn't even mention the parents comment.
He shrugged, trying to pretend he hadn't just totally gone off at her. It was hard to even remember exactly why now he'd vented at least a fraction of that pent up powder keg of anger. "And maybe I did. But you finished it."
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 9:58 pm
"Do you see all of the ******** I give?" She made a pinching movement with her fingers, giving Rep a long stare from between her fingers that were no more than a hair's breadth apart.
"I should have sunk my fingers into your bleeding shoulder when I had the chance," she said lightly, but it was evident from her tone that she only half meant it.
Which was better than REALLY meaning it, which is where she'd been not too long ago. Honestly, Clerise wasn't...entirely sure why everything had been so ******** awful lately, but whatever.
"I'll let you pin this one on me, you a**," Clerise grumped with a finger wave, flopping onto the bed. "I don't think anyone could really hear much of anything in this nightmare of a barrack, so." She shrugged. On the one hand, Clerise DID feel at least... a little bad. But, on the other hand, the trainee hadn't QUITE forgiven him yet. She was very much of the mentality 'if I have to hurt, then so do you.'
A moment of silence hung in the air as Clerise struggled to put together her words, but nothing wanted to string together right.
"What the ******** kind of drug did they lace the fog with on pony island, jesus." Weirdass dreams slash realities and a voice in her head that made no sense and just buzzed like a cicada.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 10:04 pm
He couldn't help but smirk faintly at her comment. "You'd have been welcome to sis. Pain right? Don't give a ******** about it. Its a thrill, sometimes a bit of an inconvenience tops. But doesn't piss me off." Might have pissed off Harrison and Jordan though. Again that weird doubt. Probably not though. He deserved a lot of the retaliation he got.
"Walls have ears though man. Just when you think no one's listening, someone always is. Lesson learned in all the shitty thin walled flats and dorms I've lived in." he looked around irritably, but she seemed to have been right somewhat, no one had butted in yet.
"I have no ******** idea what was in that fog. But I've been feeling like s**t since we got back too. Like, more than usual. Like.." he looked for some comparison. "Sort of like a paranoid trip or some s**t. Might just be this ******** barrack though. My ******** god its driving me crazy."
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 10:14 pm
"Pain's an indicator that we're alive," was Clerise's simple reply. They were on the same page.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." She waved a hand. "Besides, I'm sure we could stir up enough trouble if anyone decides to be a c**t to you." Clerise's grin grew exponentially larger. "Though, given your reaction...well. I'll just assume things are going well."
Eyebrow wiggles ensued. "I lived in a variety of trailers often shared with other girls," Clerise finally acquiesced. "I guess I should know better. Point made."
She sighed in relief as Rep expressed his concern as well. "I just feel like I'm stuck in a weird glaze of gross. I hate everything, I hate everyone--I still hate you, by the way-- and I just want things to wither up into a ball and die. But then again, being around humanity for so long makes me really wonder if saving it is the right course of action." Clerise rubbed her temples.
"I may just...not sleep and go kill some more s**t in the labs. Satisfying crunch of bitches underfoot."
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 3:24 pm
Rep smirked. "I just imagine I feel like what a ******** PMSing woman must feel like the whole ******** time. And its like. I'm like, aware sometimes that I'm in this ******** horrible mood. But that doesn't make it go away. Just makes me feel more ******** useless that it won't."
He nodded
"And aye. Killing s**t..helps a bit. Just a bit. For a while anyway. More than trying to sleep anyway. Too ******** noisy for sleep."
He checked his nose had clotted a bit, breathing through his mouth carefully. "And I swear if I have black eyes after this I'm going to be so ******** pissed."
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 8:02 pm
"Congratulations. I will give you an honorary apron when we get back to commemorate your honorary status as a woman." She stuck her tongue out at him.
"I promise it doesn't make you less manly. I'm chalking it up to ********' shenanigans. Yeah...this place is too ridiculous. And that one room with the music is packed to hell."
Clerise inspected her handywork, impressed with herself. "I can't throw a punch to save my life, but glad to see my thick skull is good for something." She rubbed her own nose, wincing. "Inside of my mouth is cut," was the assessment, and she had to give him kudos. "Not bad, dude, not bad at all. Urgh."
She wiggled her nose a little-- it stung, a good deal, but it didn't feel out of line. "It's a good thing my nose isn't broken. I would not be above a dickpunch, man." Clerise drawled it lazily, feeling a little better.
"The more I think about murdering helpless monsters in the labs, the better I feel." She threw caution to the wind, wrapping an arm around his neck and giving Rep a good noogie.
"Don't cut too many bitches, deserving or otherwise~"
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 8:44 pm
It was hard not to relax a bit more at Clerise as she seemed to come down a bit herself from the rage they'd both been in. He did grin at her assessment of his punch though, looking pleased "Well I do try to hit everyone ******** equally. Equal rights and all that s**t, titties don't exempt anyone from a good punch to the face. Though ******** hell, don't ever d**k punch." he cleared his throat in a way that sounded suspiciously like frenalladder. "You'd ******** kill me okay. Candace nearly ******** did before."
He playfully leaned his head against her as she noogied him in a subtle little affectionate gesture.
"Go kick their asses. And don't ******** get killed you silly b***h." he gave her a sidelong smirk. "Then who would I have therapeutic fistfights with?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 9:01 pm
Clerise just giggle-snorted, giving a knowing nod, hands in the air. "I'll find a different way to ******** with you. I'm not a monster."
She knocked her head lightly against Rep's, smiling-- real and true and obnoxious as ******** pulling away, Clerise offered Rep a sassy salute. "Yessir. No one, sir. You'd just have to be a b***h to everyone, all the time, and that's just dumb~ Plus, I'd be dead, and that's terrible."
She looked horrified for a moment. "A world. Without me." Clerise clutched her heart even as she walked away. "Whatever will you do~"
Next stop: Labs up in here.
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