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 Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 10:59 am
As Candace pulled away, and Mark approached, Ceres found herself making a wide circle to stay away. Why? The smell radius was almost over powering.
Did this guy decide to bath in a bath of booze?
"If i ever, EVER, get to smell that bad.. just put me out of my misery ok?" She mumbled at the other female, watching more like a startled animal than a person as the man fell to the floor. The clipboard lay for anyone to read, but it was closer to Candace than Ceres. Still.... she felt the urge to poke the man with a shoe. If she was wearing a shoe, she might have. As it was she was barefoot and in PJs still.
"Think we should call someone..?" leaving him here sounded pretty good too.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 11:56 am
The stink of beer did make her wrinkle her nose but she didn't cringe as much as Ceres. She was used to smelling booze, though not quite this much, but it wasn't enough to make her turn tail and leave. Candace stopped as he reached for the clipboard, watching him with a frown. The hell was he--
Annnnd he was down.
Candace rolled her eyes, stepping over the fallen hunter to grab the clipboard and read it over. "...Surprisingly legible handwriting for someone so ******** up." She mumbled to herself. "Condition is normal...basically you're just going to doing what you were doing before you were shoved back into the pod. 'With or without guidance to prevent incident relapse'? Eh..I'm sure if nothing else you can get help from intermediates if the leaders don't help you. What Division were you again..? Moon? You could ask Harrison for help..." She frowned, putting the clipboard back and looking down at Mark.
"Sure, I can do that. Same for me too, okay?" She nudged Mark with her foot. "On the one hand, it'd probably be best to at least get him out of a place where he can potentially make a huge, huge mistake..or hurt someone...but.." She paused. "...I guess we can call someone if we really have to." She looked down at his coat for his division. Death.
Candace suddenly grinned. "Oh. Oh this is too perfect. We should use his phone to call for help." Candace nudged him again. His coat...it was very decorated. Not quite leader but..
...Was this Caelius' new assistant?! This just got better and better. Oh man. "Hey. Hey. You awake, man?"
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 12:02 pm
A loud snore guaranteed that Mark was very much dreaming of two particular damsels in distress wearing Princess Leia outfits riding bareback with him on a large white stallion into the sunset.
Long story short he would not be waking up any time soon.
Spoilers: it would probably involve a hangover.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 8:29 pm
"Stick a fork in it, i think its done." She mumbled to herself, daring to approach a little closer now that Candace had proven the man to be out cold. She really, really did not want to know what Mark was thinking.
"I vote we leave him, part of me wonders why he was here anyways.." Pausing for a moment, she thought about his words. "...Holy s**t, am i ever glad YOU woke me." Was this beer-man-bear whom was supposed to wake Ceres?
Hopefully not, either way, crisis averted.
If Candace was thinking she was getting out of this so soon in the game, she was wrong. Looking back at the now open pod Ceres felt dread....Never again. Never again in that.. Thing. "I just wonder what i did wrong... all i remember before was failing a few missions and then...well. Here we are." Were the failed missions why she was sent back? Making a mental note, she decided this was what would light a fire under her bum. Clearly if she remained as is... they would send her back again. The thought of that terrified her.
"Mind walking with me to my room?" Yup, she didn't want to be alone just yet. Also if she was with someone maybe... just maybe people wouldn't question why she was walking about barefoot in just pjs. Right?
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