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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 6
Total: 16 (2-20)
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 Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 5:53 pm
"I don't even know you," she snapped back at him. "What makes you think you have any right to ask me such personal questions?" She had already been on edge, annoyed and frustrated. Now she was pissed. What had been a distraction before, her anger, had now reached that magical boiling point for focus came at crystal clear clarity. She advanced on him, not aiming for the gun this time, but sought to tear a hole through the center of his body. Not possible, with their shields, at least not yet, but struck with that intention. Spiked knuckles came in from the left, digging into his abdomen, tearing through his shield as the punch curved upward. And when that hand cleared the other swung in, angled upward, driving her blade deep and slashing. "You aren't my friend, I barely know you." She yelled it, pale eyes bright with her anger. "Go play ******** with that a*****e Rep." HP: 29 DMG: 10 CHG: 1/3 |1/2
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 6:35 pm
He was used to weapons, but this one felt far more personal. If he hadn't seen them, he would have thought Peyton was just working out and hitting him with her bare fists. Oddly, he felt they should be behind the bleachers of high school then out in the training feels with how she was jabbing him in the stomach.
Not able to hold his stomach, he just stumbled back and really hoped she didn't go for another gut jab.
"I never said I was your friend. You were upset! I wanted to now why. That's caring! What's wrong with that? You weren't going to tell me unless I asked." He wasn't getting why she hated him for showing concern.
To try keeping her back, he fired again.
HP: 27 DMG: 5 CHG: 2/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 9
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 6:58 pm
"That's right, I wasn't! Because it's none of your damn business!" How was that not sinking in? "You weren't asking because you cared that I was upset. You don't want to make me feel better. You just want to know, because that's your MO, isn't it? You're the guy that has to know everything." Her lip curled, as she kept moving forward. "You're the guy that likes to poke at them just to see what makes them tick. You just can't help yourself, can you?" Her toe dug into the ground, and her upper body turned, arm cocked back, and then snapping forward again, a solid blow to the chest. HP: 24 DMG: 10 CHG: 1/3 | 1/2
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 7:27 pm
He gritted his teeth, angry that she was turning her hatred on him as a fresh target when she was pissed off about something with her pod sister. "Hey, I didn't put her in there." He said, but was soon punched in the chest and thrown onto his back.
That one would smart for well into the evening, he was sure of it. Touching his chest, he looked up at her. "I was just asking. You were upset. I wanted to know why. Doesn't anyone do that?" He felt that was just natural and he didn't get why she was getting pissed off that he expressed interest in her shitty life.
"I'm not..." Her words were sharper than her blades, and he brought his gun up. He was starting to care less and less about Peyton's worries and frustrations.
A little less.
A smidge.
He still sorta wanted to ask about why she was upset over her sister being in a pod. If he had his sister on the island, he would have been ecstatic.
But asking would prove Peyton right, and he didn't want to fall into her trap.
A very tempting trap.
He fired, but it went way into left field. His hands were sore, his chest stung, and below that stung something deeper. HP: 17 DMG: 1 CHG: 3/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 7:44 pm
"You don't get it." She felt the soft sizzle as that energy blast flew past her cheek to crash harmlessly into the grass somewhere behind her. It didn't detour her, she stepped forward anyways, grabbing for the front of his jacket. "Your questions are upsetting. They are striking a very obvious nerve, and if you actually gave a s**t about my well being you would realize that and stop." She yanked him up by the collar of his jacket, forcing him back onto his feet. He'd wanted this fight, and they weren't finished yet. "You care about getting answers," she threw the words at him as she pushed at his chest with palms and fingers, not hurting him now, but it was an aggressive action all the same. "It's a type of caring, I guess, but it's a selfish caring." HP: 23 DMG: - CHG: 2/3 | 1/2
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 7:57 pm
"Well what am I supposed to say? Oh, you are clearly pissed off and hitting a dummy. Okay. " That didn't' tell him anything! He wouldn't find out what was upsetting her and destroying things. At least now he knew she was upset about her sister and that her sister was in a pod. That told him so much more!
It wasn't an obvious nerve either. "You were already angry! Why are you getting pissed at me when you are angry about your sister?" It wasn't an obvious nerve if they had been fighting and she was already upset.
He wasn't being selfish. He was actually asking her about her feelings. She was just being pissed off about other stuff and taking it out on him.
With her shoving him, he tried to fire again, but it was just as pathetic as last time.
HP: 17 DMG: 1 CHG: 3/3 Charged
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 8:18 pm
She leaned to the side again, letting the blast tear up the grass more. "Evasive answers should have been your first clue that I didn't want to talk about it. But apparently that wasn't a big enough hint for you." If looks could main, he'd have dropped to the ground in agony. Livid, the Sun was livid, and it may only have been partially his fault, but he was the one that had challenged her, and he was the one that was needling at her with endless questions. A convenient target. "You really want to know what's got my panties in a twist?" She didn't owe him any answers, but maybe he'd shut up if she told him. Hell, maybe she could make him regret asking. "We all came here for answers, to be a part of something bigger. To make a difference, but there's more to it than that. We've all got our own personal reasons for dropping off the face of the planet beside all that other noble bullshit." She pushed him again, harder this time. Still moving forward, and pushing him back. "Mine? I left to give my sister a chance at a normal adolescence." She was smiling now, but not like anything she said was funny. "One less mouth to feed, one less body to worry about, and maybe Dad would finally stop hoping from job to job and moving around. Maybe Astrid could finish out high school in school, instead of 4. Maybe she could go to college. A whole mess of maybes! But there was a chance." Her hand dropped back to her side, and delicate fingers tightened around the solid rings of her weapon until her knuckles were molten. There was a sheen in to those lavender eyes. Strong emotions threatening to spill out as more than angry words or hard punches. " Clearly that did't happen. She's here. She's been here for a while. And here being here tells me a few things. You wanna know what those things are?" Her chin came up in a challenge, daring him to ask. HP: 22 DMG: 1 CHG: 3/3 | 1/2
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 8:39 pm
he didn't move from where he was pushed, instead letting her have her moment.
Hesitantly, since she did ask, he asked in return. "..what?" He said, wondering if her saying anything would spur her to punch him in the chest again. Then again, she was talking, and he was curious.
Saliva nagged at him in the back of his mind to use his charge, but he ignored her for the time being.
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 9
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 8:49 pm
She waited, and of course he would not disappoint. He asked, as she knew he would, and that unhappy smile turned up a few more notches. "Her being here means my dad is dead, because she would have never left him." It was said in such a way that it banished any doubt. "He died, and she had nothing left, because the rest of our family is scattered to the wind and keeps to themselves." These were not merely guesses, these were facts as Peyton knew them. Absolutes. "She lost everything, and this was the silver lining." Peyton blamed herself, it was impossible not to. Her leaving had triggered this, set into motion a series of events that lead to her sister rotting away in a pod. "So now what, eh Melvin? Do you feel better now? Informed?" Curiosity sated?" She laughed, and it was a harsh bark of a sound. "Never mind how I feel. I mean it's just my baby sister we're talking about. The girl I pretty much raised for the last eight years. She's already suffered more than any 17 year old should, but now she's stuck in a pod. She could die in there. Or she could wake up, and die out here in even more creative, painful ways." This was a stress that had been building. Processing emotions had never been a skill Peyton possessed. From an early age she had been shoving things back, locking them away, allowing them to build and multiply and finally erupt out. Now was no different. Already on edge, Melvin had come along to poke at nerves that were still raw and painful, and she snapped. Eyes wide, she lashed out without warning, small fist snapping back and slamming forward with remarkable force. An uppercut, spikes grazing his chin, and bruising against his eye socket. She laughed again, because it might as well be funny. She'd tried so hard to make sure Astrid was happy, cared for, and it had blown up in her face. She'd killed her father. She'd made her sister suffer. Now she was here, and unlike Pey, Astrid was not a fighter. Yes, there was a part of Peyton that was glad for having the chance to reunite, but another, bigger part, was terrified. It wasn't about hurting Melvin. It was about making him shut the ******** up, because Peyton didn't need anyone else reminding her, even inadvertently, that she had ruined her sister's life. HP: 21 DMG: 10 CHG: 3/3 | 1/2
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 6:43 pm
NOW he got why she was upset. He could see it easily now. He had two siblings, an older sister and younger brother, and he could only image how horrible he would feel if they were hear and left him wondering why they weren’t at home. Peyton knew that if her sister was here, something had to have gone wrong. The death of her father and her sister being here with an uncertain future was a lot to take in, and something Melvin didn’t want to spend too much time imagining himself. As far as he knew, he was blissfully hoping his family was well, there had been no accidents, and everyone was preserved in that happy universe he had left the day he packed his bags and left for Deus. So far, from what he saw on public Facebook accounts, they were fine, but that had been months. There was always that uncertainly that his father’s heart would act up or his mother would get sick. There was always worry that his brother would actually enlist in the army like he was talking about and get hurt, or some freak accident would take his sister. And when that happened, he couldn’t even go and mourn with his family or be there when the funeral happened. He was now an onlooker to the most important people in his life.
And here Peyton had to deal with the death of her own father and not being able to see him before he passed and having her sister locked away and unable to help her. Pods were prisons and the capsules could only be opened when it was, if ever, their time.
The punch was deserved, and his glasses broke as he was hit hard and thrown back. He landed on his back, and dazed, he could only groan as he felt the world spin and blacked out for a few seconds before coming to again. Glasses broken and falling off the bridge of his nose, he looked up at her as best as he could. Which wasn’t much. “I’m… I didn’t know.” But hey, at least now he did. Questions still proved to be an effective way to figure out things as far as he saw it – though still flawed due to getting punched.
He picked up his broken glasses and slowly sat up, but now everything was spinning in a weird way and he knew standing up might not be good. The fight was done, that was clear. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through. I left my family behind, but still love them.” Many hunters couldn’t even say that. “I would be torn if my sister or brother were here.” Torn in that he wanted to see them again, but not in a pod. Alive. Well.
HP: 2
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 6:58 pm
Glass broke, shattered pieces sparkling in the sunlight and falling in glittering rain around Melvin as he dropped. It was kind of pretty. Kind of. Peyton was actually shaking as she came to stand above him. Eyes too wide, expression utterly blank. Something inside had been twisted tightly, finally snapping under the scrutinizing questions of the Lifer laying at her feet. She hadn't really meant to hurt him, not really. She'd just wanted him to stop picking at her. "Now you know," she echoed him hollowly, stepping back as he sat up. Her hands were still clenched around Warrick's twin blades, knuckles still molten. The first should be over, but she knew herself to be reckless, and simply expected it from others. But he didn't attack her. He sat there, and he sympathized with her, and she blinked at him. Her eyes dropped to the broken glasses in his hands, then jumped up again to the spread of color already blossoming around the socket of his eye. Bruised, swelling. He was going to have one hell of a shiner. Maybe she should have felt bad about it, but she didn't apologize. She'd warned him. Heat rolled down her cheek in a wet line. Tears she hadn't even realized were building, burning against freckle kissed skin. Again she blinked, startled, and lifted a hand to touch fingertips to that surprising moisture. Only then did Warrick return to his totem. < Calm, screechheart. It's alright.>
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MoonKitsune rolled 10 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 4, 1, 3, 2, 1, 3, 3, 1
Total: 23 (10-40)
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 7:29 pm
Beejoux Here comes the hug train. Toot. Toot.
Desummoning his weapon, he placed the pen behind his ear and slowly got up on shaky legs. As he rose, he looked up at her, wondering if she was going to finish him and leave him on the training fields to rot or until some Sun or Moon found him. The last thing he wanted was for Peyton to go on Twitter and tell someone to collect his body.
I’m getting really sick of losing, Melvin. You have to let me win at least once. This is killing me.
It’s not like I asked to be this bad.
He looked over to her, waiting for some last hit to his pride, before the water works started. “Oh.” Oh s**t. Oh s**t. Girl crying. “Oh, wait. No. don’t cry.” s**t. He couldn’t deal with crying women. The last thing he needed was for someone to see them and know he was the one that caused it. His reputation was already bad and this would just make it WAAAYYY worse.
“Uh. Hold on.” He reached into his pocket and fished out a fresh Kleenex from the travel back he had, offering it to her.
What else did people do when girls cried?
“Um..” He reached out and lightly tapped her shoulder. “It’s okay?”
Oh god, he needed an assist!
Hug her!
I don’t’ know her!
Well PRETEND you do. Pretend she is your sister and crying.
He looked at Peyton and frowned. Then, if she would allow it, he very awkwardly moved in to try and hug her.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 12:16 pm
There were tears, but she was as startled by them as he was. Shocked by that little touch of moisture on the tips of her fingers. She'd known she was upset, but... Frowning, lifted her head to look up at Melvin, only to stiffen as he moved forward to try to hug her. She'd just busted his glasses and blackened his eye, and he was hugging her it made no sense, none. Which was why she slipped away from him after an awkward second. If she was going to let anyone hug her, it would not be Melvin. He wasn't a bad person, but he'd pissed her off, and she didn't know him. If the Sun was going to take comfort from someone, she wanted it to be someone she cared about. That really understood why she was upset. She stared at him for a quiet moment, trying to read him and failing, then turned to go, only to pause after a few steps. "I'm sorry I broke your glasses." Pale lavender was turned over a shoulder, lips twitching, then she turned back and headed for the dorms.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 2:14 pm
It wasn't the best hug in a log shot. It was more of a stiff, open arm hug that barely even curled the arms around enough to give any pressure. He wasn't sure Peyton wouldn't flip out, but he also felt miserable and wanted her to stop crying.
When she slipped away, he wasn't sure if he was hurt that she didn't even want near him because of what he did or relieved that she didn't want to be held. Either way, she seemed to be trying to collect herself and decided it was best to leave. She apologized about the glasses, but didn't leave Melvin much of any time to respond back before she left.
Standing there, he sighed and picked up the broken glasses from the ground and looked at then and then brought the palms of his hands to his brow before issuing out a groan.
You. are. THE worst.
"Shut up. I know."
Picking up his things, he headed off to the kitchens. There was a bag of ice with his name on it.
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