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 Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 9:41 am
"HAHAHAH a nice person, really? Really?" She laughed, petting him on his arm as she shook her head, almost like she was doing it out of pity, "The people you hang out with must be monsters, jerks, and bullies then."
She did pause at the mention of a band though, letting him drink his water, "A band? You? Didn't know that I was back in high school... What do you play anyway?"
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 9:47 am
"Well, they did lock me on the roof," He pouted, limping along at her lead. Maybe she would bring him to food. Or a proper bathroom. The water was starting to hit him. "Well currently I play the guitar cause that's all I have here. It's a nice acoustic," He nodded proudly, "S-sasha is our flutist and Miss Molly plays an excellent violin, and she introduced me to Otto who apparently has a DRUM KIT here and... and... we haven't exactly rehearsed much but... but..." He wobbled, looking about ready to swoon again as he hung off of the petite young woman under his arm.
Right. That was was up. Keep that in mind.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 10:08 am
Luckily for Jerry, Ariane used to be a swimmer, and she hadn't slackened with her training. Even luckier was the fact that her free hand was clinging to the handrail, which provided some form of support - she considered this plan B.
If he ended up tripping, she could still save herself from tumbling down after him.
"Right, the roof. They locked you up there intentionally? Have to give it to them though... It's more innovative than a locker," She shrugged, waiting for him to regain his composure before moving again, one step at a time, "Ah... Molly and Otto I know, but Sasha? Doesn't ring a bell... And currently play the guitar? What else do you play, old man?"
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 10:24 am
"If it's got strings, I can probably make it... make it sound pretty," The groggy, sun-burnt man smiled proudly. "And Sasha's... Sasha's *amazing* I think you'd like her she's very easily liked she probably was worried about me," He hoped she was worried about him. SOMEONE had to be worried about him, right? "She's... she's my girlfriend," He whispered conspiratorially.
Stairs were hard. "My grandmother had a chair lift on the stairs that would be nice right now I used to ride it like weeeee..." He murmured, babbling a bit.
Clearly, the man needed more than just some water. But it wasn't her problem.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 10:59 am
"Sure, sure. Sasha's amazing. More ways, and positions than one, I'm sure," She muttered, chuckling as she rolled her eyes; despite this man's age - she was convinced that it's around 30 - she had to wonder if maybe he's only 18 in mentality, "You're an old man now, so I'm sure your rightful turn on the chair lift will come soon enough."
It really wasn't her problem. Her problem was getting him down to someone, and then making it their problem.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 10:29 pm
"M'not oollllldddd..." He groaned, but somehow he managed to NOT fall down the steps, and was even walking (or limping, anyway) a bit better by the time they reached the ground floor. "Now the Doc, He's old. I bet he's like. A hundred years old but you can't tell because of Fear radiation."
The labs, thankfully, loomed just ahead.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 10:41 pm
"At least he aged well, especially if he's really a hundred," She grinned, moving towards the labs now that the worst was over, "Little bit more, and you can rest."
A pause.
"Do you have a name, or do you secretly like being called an old man?"
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 11:01 pm
Suddenly, a Sasha.
A very displeased-looking Sasha.
"Jerry? What.. what's going on?! You look.. horrible!"
She shot a glance at Ariane, brows arched over blue eyes as if to say 'what the frick is going on?!'
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 11:06 pm
"Sasha!" Jerry jumped, and nearly fell over if he hadn't had an Ariane to hang off of. "W-where's the ah, Bathroom In the building?" He hissed with embarrassment. "Did you miss me?" Both very important to his sun-addled, food and water-deprived brain.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 11:32 pm
"I found him on the roof just now. I think he's depressed about being left on the roof overnight by a bunch of bullies that he had considered friends, and nobody missed him enough to go find him. Very tragic." She wondered if she should just release him and let him drop to the ground; she was beginning to smell like him. Ugh, she needed a shower after this, "And if you are Sasha, you must be his amazing girlfriend. Nice to meet you, I'm Ariane. Also, if he needs the bathroom, it might be best that you follow him in instead of me."
He's no blonde.
"I mean, since you're his girlfriend and all, and both of you are adults," She continued, gesturing to the unsupported side of Jerry, "For now... A little help would be nice. Please." She was speaking to a girl, so she was being... Nicer.
It was probably hard to tell.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 11:46 pm
"I remember you, Ariane," Sasha smiled at the other woman, the expression genuine. "You were there when my pod.. well." Sasha waved a hand before turning her attention back to Jerry, the pleasant expression dampening slightly.
"What.. what were you doing on the roof, Jerry? I thought you were like uh. I don't know. Working." She pursed her lips and moved forward, wrapping an arm around the man in order to share part of the Jerry-burden.
"You uh." Sasha cleared her throat. "Thanks for um. Well. Thanks for rescuing him, Ariane. What was everyone doing on the roof?"
Sasha shuffled the trio around before guiding them in the direction of the restrooms.
"Frickin' ridiculous."
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 11:49 pm
"Robert said... something about Jordan beating the snot out of Rep. Apparently he was wrong, but we were all sort of looking forward to it." His eyes narrowed as he hobbled wherever they lead.
Maybe it would be a soft bed.
"They were kissing instead." He huffed. "That's the opposite of fighting, Robert. But then... then they all ran off but ah..." He fumbled as his leg brace seized up under his jumpsuit, nearly jerking out of the lady's grip. "I was slow." He wobbled to jab it free again through the fabric.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 12:09 am
"Really?" She seemed surprised, mostly because she certainly didn't remember Sasha... Then again, she ticked off their names, sent them off, and never saw them again. Grinning, she continued, "Glad to see that you're still alive." Genuinely. Even if she had no impression of the woman.
"I was only up at the roof because I thought that it was open for use. He hung his coat over the ledge, so I figured someone was drying clothes up there. Seemed like a great place to be alone," She sighed, a little disappointed that that wasn't the case at all, "But you're welcome, Sasha."
She listened to Jerry blabber on about... Something about a fight turning into a kiss. Apparently between two men. Oh damn.
"Welcome back to high school," She grinned, not-so-gently tugging on his arm to keep him upright, "Anyway, you should know better than to listen to Robert. His heart is the only thing about him that's in the right place." She sounded quite fond of him, nonetheless.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 12:28 am
"There have been a few close calls, and I really appreciate you helping him, Ariane." Sasha smiled in response to Ariane's comment before the bright grin slowly faded.
Wait, Rep and Jordan? But.. Rep and Harrison? Sasha was silent for a long moment, Jerry's fumbling and bumbling with the brace causing her to pause. As she reached down to help him, Sasha glanced up at Ariane once more.
"Robert is a nice man, he really is." Sasha chuckled as she freed Jerry's brace from the formidable pant leg that had trapped it. "Jerry, what were you doing climbing all those stairs with your frickin' leg all banged up? And.. here's the bathroom."
She was so not going in there to help him, though.
"Can you like.. walk?" On his own? Sasha certainly didn't want to.. to.. help.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 12:32 am
"I think I can manage," His face had reddened, although it was difficult to tell under the tan and burn. He was feeling a bit better after the water, at least, but he was still thirsty and starving. One step at a time.
He straightened, wobbling only slightly before hobble-marching proudly into the bathroom, leaving the ladies to their own devices.
Now the trick would be not to pass out in the process. He wished his head would stop swimming and throbbing.
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