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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 10
Total: 14 (2-20)
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 Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 9:12 pm
Nevada could feel the tense bubbling rage under her skin boiling. It was hard enough trying to keep her cool, but just the sight of Jack and Finn made her itchy and agitated.
It was further worsened by Finn's antics, the familiariness he had with the girl who was supposed to be HER girlfriend. "I wouldn't expect you to know what fully equipped for happiness is Finn, since the only way you can do it is in alternate realities. One's that don't exist." She snapped back, disgust lacing in her tone for him even implying she would make anything intimate of herself for him to see.
Chelsea's attitude worsened with the two, "I'm not trying to tell you how to love me, but you need to be-" She stiffened again, "I didn't realize communicating with you was such a ******** problem. I have a easier time talking to Stormy then I do you and you're suppose to be my ******** girlfriend!" Nevada hissed.
And then Jack. Jack and his goddamn words that layered salt over the wounds and touched an area that he should never be allowed to. Something she wanted to defend more with her life then she did anything else. What Stormy and she shared was a soulmate friendship, something deep and actually had meaning. It was the only relationship she had on the island that meant more to her then her life. And he sat there and dirtied it by opening that crass mouth of it.
She didn't let tears fall because what good would it do. She tried not to let hurt show on her face when Chelsea didn't stand up for her, stood by them. It was black and white, it always was. They always chose someone over her.
"Jack." She summoned her weapon instantly and shot at his hand, the one reaching for his phone. "You wanna keep your hand?" She added lightly, trying to ease everything back inside her...back inside in the box of feelings she didn't want to have, "Because if you value it, I would shut up. I won't say it again." She didn't look at Finn, because he was pointless now, he always would be concerning her and her gaze fell to Chelsea.
"Have anything else to say Chelsea?" The weapon disappeared, her hand shaking in rage as it clutched at her jacket. "Going to let them keep mocking me?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 9:31 pm
At the mention of calling Stormy, Chel just kind of
[ not my post i am just givin' seubutt a chance to post ]
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 1:28 pm
Finn't grin was absolutely vicious when Chel elbowed him away, a hand coming up to rub at his ribs. While like Jack, he might have been content to ignore them both had they received no acknowledgment from either of them, but Nevada had to go and make things interesting and oh so entertaining, as per usual. Like sharks to blood in the water they were drawn in and ready to attack. Well, at least, in the verbal sense. "Yes well, the last I checked this is a very public place, not really a good choice for airing out your private grievances. So as far as I'm concerned, I don't need to back the ******** up if I don't want to." Apparently Nevada was going to choose to ignore him, so he would ignore her, focusing his attention on Chel instead. Shrugging his shoulders and still grinning to ear to ear despite the emotionless look in his eyes. "Seems to me all you're managing to communicate right now is how much you both don't seem to give a s**t about each other. At least, when your clothes are on. Maybe you should be rethinking this whole closed relationship thing, Jumpsuit." Of course, Finn didn't really give a s**t if they stayed together or not, but he did at least like Chel, where he didn't like Nevada at all, alternate world be damned. In his own way, he was sort of trying to look out for Chel, and back her up if she needed it. He didn't even notice the gun that Nevada summoned. Didn't even know she had it pointed at Jack even though he heard what the other man had said about calling Stormy. Of course, the gun shot was a little hard to ignore, and had him jumping and flinching away despite himself, a memory of Caelius shooting him multiple times leaping to mind as Finn whirled towards the sound and stared, first at the weapon in Nevada's hand, and then his gaze flickered towards Jack. And then he laughed, quite suddenly, his words directed at Nevada, despite her apparent disregard towards his presence. "You're a ******** idiot. And no better then that psychopathic death lead." He sounded more amused then angry, giving his head a small shake. "Except for the fact that he's at least intelligent. I'm more inclined to believe you just might be quite the opposite. Don't they even bother to screen people for retardation in this place?" More laughter as he started to back away towards Jack. "You ready to leave these two at it, man? Guns are just a bit too kinky for me. They're somewhere in the same realm of sensuality as flesh eating acid and memory ********." Pretty much felt like their work there was done, anyways. Inwardly he was definitely congratulating Jack on a job well done.
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 1:58 pm
Chel very rarely lost her temper. She treated everything with such cajoling ease that it hardly ever surfaced in a way that could actually damage anything. But Nevada shooting a gun and Finn coaxing ugly words in her ears was too much. There was a tempest of broken history swirling around her sourcing at Stormy and Chel was bored of being caught in the middle.
"WOULD YOU ALL SHUT THE ******** UP AND GET OVER YOURSELVES?" Chel had moved herself between the threesome, bow fully summoned and pointed at Nevada, edges curved so that at any moment she could spin to stab the others. It was more impressive since Nevada had last seen it, and it had grown colder and sharper. "Stand down Nevada." There was a cold indifference in her voice. She wanted Nevada to stop shooting Jack, her friend, yes, but there was also the added element that Chel knew full well if they were caught with weapons summoned, she didn't want Nevada getting in trouble.
Overall she was really REALLY tired of this stupid little cat fight. "Jack stop ********' using Stormy as leverage it's ******** annoying, childish and even I hate it and I like you. You're better than just constantly toyin' with the twosome 'cause you can't hide whateva complex you have over your ex." Her southern accent was blooming like flowers in May now that she was rolling with the punches she'd been given. "Finn when I say we need some space, don't be a d**k about it. Don't be a d**k for like 3 seconds when someone asks for it. I love the s**t out of your dickitude but there is a time and ******** place. Learn that or I'll punch it into ya."
Finally, her eyes fell on Nevada. "Finn's right. Ya don't give a s**t- ya want me to be something I'm not. I can't be that and I will never be that. I'm sick of gettin' bitched out for not telepathically knowin' what the hell ya want. We're through, brownie. That's how I feel. Glad we communicated." The words rolled off her tongue easily, almost nicely. She'd broken up with people before- it hurt a little more this time of course, but she kept a straight face. Better that Nevada could just hate her fully and believe her to be cruel than to leave the girl with half-hearted empty feelings. She'd take the brunt of the break up for her now ex-girlfriend.
Looking at the threesome she said, "Look I'm bouncin', I ********' hate this kinda s**t. Just for five ********' seconds think about how childish and stupid y'all's argument is. Jack and Stormy had a tiff and it was ********' done, but ya need to look at all the people you're hurtin' in the ******** that is your post-break up. I'm really ********' tired of bein' caught in the middle and I'm sure other people are too. Sort your s**t out, you're makin' people miserable." She turned to Nevada, just to screw some nails shut for the girl, "For the record, I think Stormy's a d**k and I've been holdin' back tellin' her 'cause I didn't want to upset you. You can let her know in my stead." She took a deep breath, feeling too many feelings for her liking. "I'll see y'all- you guys later." With that, Chel casually walked away, probably to cry somewhere.
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 2:17 pm
Nevada startled the minute Chelsea voice raised over her normal octaves, and each word whittled her down, made her feel guilty. Shamed. Somewhere, she admired Chelsea's beat down of Jack and Finn as well, because it was things she thought often but wasn't mature enough to admit it. So caught up in her petty things.
Her hands clutched tighter into her jacket, knuckles almost white with how tight her grip was.
She let each of Chelsea's words ingrain in her, it was more then just feelings. It was realization. Truth. Truth hurt more then anything.
"We're through.." She repeated so quietly. Almost shocked but not. It was that in between. The comment against Stormy though was uncalled for and had her stiffening up again. But nothing came out.
Chelsea was gone, she was a churning mess of rage and sadness and hurt. her eye dropped to the ground as the first sign of tears started to form. She didn't bother looking at Jack or Finn, they couldn't matter anymore. She already broke.
At a lost, Nevada stood there for two seconds before turning on her heel.
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 1:21 pm
Jack had to give Nevada some credit: not many would have the correct combination of balls and stupidity to actually summon a weapon, in the lab no less where there was plenty of delicate equipment, and attack. A hiss of pain left him as the bullet ricocheted off his hand, but other than that, Jack was silent.
That was what someone should be when watching a good movie. Especially when it was getting to the good part.
His eyes flickered over Chel's momentarily stunned look. So Lina wasn't just a trigger for Nevada, huh? Seemed the little seed of paranoia he had helped cultivate had taken root. (Naturally, Jack liked taking credit even if he actually had nothing to do with it.) He gained a mild trigger finger impulse at the sight of two weapons now being drawn, but for the time being Jack kept his cool; it was what normally saved his a** time and time again anyway, regardless of what rose and fell inside of him, and he knew full well that there was a rise in reporting incidents like this in lieu of the Circle scandal.
He said nothing during Chel's rebuttal, though one corner of his mouth lifted slightly. Angry rants were the best sort: there was little room for lying (for the inept criminal) and everything was directly expressed, and it was like verbal fireworks on display to him. Loud, bright, and beautiful. Natural even. People didn't communicate when they just chitchatted, not really: niceties, politeness, it was all just going through the motions to keep something you thought was worth it. And the moment it wasn't, the real s**t came out.
People were more animals than humans. This had been Jack's working theory since he was ten years old, and he had yet to be proven wrong.
Chel was wrong: he wasn't better than anything. Nobody was. He had a button he knew he could press and get results from, and God damn it he loved pressing to see what would happen. It gave him just a little bit of agency in a place that didn't allow it pretty much anywhere else, reminded him just a little too much of the home he grew up in. Besides, in its own twisted little way Jack thought he was helping Chel: Nevada was one toxic little b***h who was showing signs of co-dependency with her ******** that noise. ******** the both of them.
(Oh, he wouldn't mind doing that still, even if it was just in his head. Hate sex was amazing with the right person.)
So he said nothing as Chel left and more nothing when Nevada did. He didn't have to open his mouth anyway: the damage had been done with just a few choice words, and like a chain reaction it had all imploded just like he figured he would; Lina had always been a great catalyst like that. A job well done indeed.
He stretched his arms out behind him and popped a few joints. "Don't you know, Finn? You always stay until the credits in case there's an extra scene," he said casually, then gestured for them to head on out. "Alright, so the movie's over. What were we talking about again? Eye, right. So, I have a few working ideas we can go over . . ."
Time was a'wasting, and he had a tight schedule to adhere to.
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