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 Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 2:52 pm
"Oh, wow. That's..a lot of people...you know." Far more than he knew, and the fact she was watching over all of them meant she probably was very friendly and very easy for other people to approach. Considering she punched him and yet he was still talking to her might have been a good indication of that, but he knew himself to be more desperate for conversation than she probably was. This was even more true considering all the people she watched over and associated with.
"I only know Jordan really." He met Jack, but he barely knew him.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 5:50 pm
"Is it?" It didn't seem like a lot, not when just as many people she gave a damn about had managed to avoid going on the mission and getting hurt. What would she have done if America had been one of the quarantined hunters? Been even more frantic than she was now, though for the moment she felt more or less numb. "Jordan's my friend, too," she offered thoughtfully, before adding. "I'd check on him as well, but I'm assuming Rep and Harrison have it covered, and Reps not my biggest fan.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 2:27 pm
He smiled. "He doesn't get along with a lot of people. I think he's pretty great though." Not that that mattered when people disliked Rep. In actuality, Rep was Melvin's closet friend, mainly because he had been his first and only friend. Considering the small group of people who hanged with the Lifer, it was very important to him.
"Even if Rep and Harrison have it covered, I'm sure he'd appreciate it."
He took a mug from the cabinet and cleaned it before he went over to get himself a cup of coffee. As he added a few creamers, he looked over at her. "So.....did you always fight with your fists before coming to Deus?" He was curious.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 8:08 pm
Peyton didn't comment on Melvin's opinion of Rep. The two were friends, and it was obvious the Lifer didn't have many to spare. She held her tongue, because there wasn't a nice thing should have added, and she didn't want to argue over what, if any, merit the read head had. "if I can manage to catch him at any point when his guard dogs aren't present I'll look in on him." She doubted the opportunity would present itself though. She watched him fix himself a cup of coffee, and when the question came she didn't even have to think about it. The answer was immediate and automatic. "Yes."
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 9:52 pm
Melvin just held his cup of coffee and looked at Peyton.
"And....WHY do you know how to fight with your fists before Deus?" Looking at the woman, she didn't seem like she was some member of a Amazonian street gang. "I mean, I don't expect many women to just...learn how to throw punches." Slapping, claws, and hair pulling were pretty much the standard arsenal of women-kind as far as he was familiar with.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 9:57 pm
She just looked back at him. "Because that was all that would keep my sister safe from the assholes that would pick on her." She'd had to be tough, she'd had to learn to hurt people enough to deter them from ever trying to touch her sister again.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 10:07 pm
He opened his mouth, about to question a line of thought about why she was the one fighting, and then closed it. He wondered why her sister was picked, but more importantly, he wondered why it wasn't he other way around or why Peyton didn't have anyone protecting her. Then he realized that his eldest sister protected him as best she could, though she didn't use her fists but her words and own manipulation of others to get them to back off. She wasn't always there though, and once he learned, he tried to lift the burden that was him off her shoulders.
"I - I would have thought you would have had to stop others from picking on you instead considering - well, we're all..." He made a weak, circling gesture towards his skull before he went back to holding his mug.
"Is that...why she is also on the island? Did she see things too and was picked on?"
He wondered if things were easier for Sophie now that Melvin wasn't around for her to worry about. He missed her so much now.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 11:24 am
"At first I did, but no matter where we went, people learned pretty fast not to mess with me." She'd be violent, and short tempered. Also incredibly unapproachable. "Astrid was an easier target." She frowned, One small hand raising to rub at the back of her neck. "She did, and she liked to talk about it. Didn't know why she shouldn't."
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 8:30 am
He felt a bit mixed to what Peyton just said, and took a step back - just in case. "If your sister could see them too, don't you think she is better off on this island? Don't you think she would have wanted answers just as much as everyone else here?" He glanced at her, hoping another black eye was in order.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 12:01 pm
There was a second, as he took a step away from her, that she just stared at him. Did he really think she was just going to jump over the cart and lunge at him for talking about her sister? Maybe he did. Numb as she was feeling at the moment, she wasn't sure how she felt about that. There were other things to concentrate on though. His question was valid, but she looked past him, towards the door that led into the hall. As if she could see all the injured hunters even through the walls. "Yes, she would want answers, but she's soft, Melvin. What if she'd been awake for that mission? What if she'd caught whatever it was they all caught. What if she'd been burned live too?" Even just the thought was enough to give her voice a high, tight quality. Her eyes were wide, and her hands on the handle of the cart were molten. "Maybe she's not anymore, maybe she toughened up while I was gone, but so what? She's my sister, if anything happened to her." It wasn't just Astrid's safety, it was Peyton's peace of mind. It was knowing that if anything happened to her, she would drown in the guilt. "I don't know if I can handle that."
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 9:45 am
He looked over at her. "We're all soft here. We're not meant to be here or take what we see. Even the strongest people here get hurt, too." But there was still a more important issue here.
"You worry about you loosing your sister, but didn't she already loose you? The day you left to come here, she probably was told you died. She lost you, her sister. Someone who protected her. Who was there for her. She went through what you are just worried about." It was what many of them had done to their family. They put them through the pain of being suddenly dead.
"When you sister wakes up.." He wasn't going to say IF. IF was cruel. "...are you going to help toughen her up to not be soft or protect her from everything like before?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 6:31 pm
"No, we aren't. Not all of us." At least not in the same way. "I haven't been soft for a very long time." Not since her mother had died. Ah, but they had moved back towards a topic Peyton didn't want to be anywhere near. "That's enough Melvin." She knew now that he didn't say things to be cruel. That he genuinely did not realize when he crossed lines. It kept her voice low, her features as neutral as she could make them given what he was saying. "That's a touchy subject, I don't want to talk about it." Maybe if she were very clear, he'd just let it go. His other question she could answer, so she would, hoping it would lead him away from the painful reminder that she had pretty much abandoned her sister and all the guilt that came with it. "I don't know." It was honest. She didn't know how she was going to react to Astrid being here. Not until it actually happened. "Both, probably."
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 7:43 pm
He frowned when he was told to stop, and was very tempted to keep going. He was told no, but he didn't see why he should stop just because she didn't want to hear what he was saying. It made sense, and ignoring it just felt wrong.
But Peyton continued to stress why she didn't want him to continue, and she had stated she tended to handle things with her fists. He decided he'd just let what he said stand.
Even if he gritted his teeth a bit and gave a small. "Fine." A fine that wasn't fine at all.
To her credit, she was going to be there for her sister again. "I'm glad you won't just protect her. I think she will need a lot of help to make it here. The more people have around them to help, the better off they are." The safer they were sometimes - depending on how crazy their friends were.
Since her sister was just an unknown of when she would wake up, he glanced around and then back at her. "How about your other relative? How has he been doing?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 7:05 pm
The poor teen looked thoroughly frazzled, but when he did indeed stop pressing the topic of Astrid having already lost her. He was right, but that was the point. She felt awful about it, and had already had to swallow this guilt once when Astrid herself, or the dream version of her that Peyton had seen, had enlightened her to how life had been after she'd left. It wasn't something she wanted to work though again. She kept her gaze down on the contents of her cart. "My instinct is to just keep her safe, keep her sheltered, but that's detrimental in the long run. She'll need to learn to take care of herself." Even knowing this was how it had to be didn't make it any easier to accept. "Otto's fine." She hadn't talked to him recently, but that wasn't really anyone's business. "Not hiding out in his room as much anymore. Lips pursed, she looked up. "Do we need to take this food somewhere?"
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