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 Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2015 3:17 pm
"Okay," there was a deep inhale, "you are evil and should go kill yourself."
This was said all matter-of-factly.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2015 3:24 pm
He blinked owlishly at the door. Twice. Pause. Three times. "Well that's not a nice thing t'say," Dawson said with a frown. "C'mon, honey, what happened t'me? How'd you even know somethin' happened n' I didn' just drag my drunk a** outside, huh?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2015 8:15 pm
"I am not- your honey!" As she said this, about three more paper towel rolls went flying at Dawson's head in a perfect arc. "And I'm serious! If you killed yourself the island would be a lot happier! Why are you even asking me if you aren't going to take me serious! This is my serious seriously opinion!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2015 8:25 pm
Immediately his hands went up to block the incoming missiles. "Aw shi--shoot, I-I didn' mean it like--" He breathed a sigh and ran a hand down his face before picking up the paper towel rolls.
"M'sawry I offended ya," Dawson apologized, consciously having to make sure he didn't insert an accidental nickname as his Southern tongue was wont to do. He didn't have the nerve to use "ma'am" either. It burned. "Lemme try tha' again. Why would killin' myself help anyone exactly?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 2:46 pm
An angry sigh. "Do I have to spell out everything? You. Are. I- N- F- E-C-T-E-D. It's permanent really, and kind of tragic. Your body will probably collapse and die anyway within one to two weeks. I wouldn't take it personally. "
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 10:23 pm
He stared at the stall door. "Oh." Casual, bland. "I'm...I-I'm gonna need a little more info than that, please." What was the weather like, what was the temperature, what was the chance of rain, how about them Packers, what's up, the ceiling of course.
"You said...evil, right?" Dawson continued slowly. "Name like Caliburn ring any bells? Blue stuff, crazy weird visions? N' what kinda infection we talkin' here?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 6:39 pm
A pause from the other side of the stall. "Oh," said the voice faintly, "oh, I see. Well, this really, this is unexpected-" there was the sound of pages turning and then scrawling noises. "And how did you feel about this encounter, did it hurt? Do you remember what happened? Was there anything-"
- "Hello," interrupted another voice at the doorway, staring straight at Dawson. She was unmistakably female, dressed from head to toe in black attire, and possibly the Moon division assistant. "May I help you." It sounded very much like she didn't want to.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 7:12 pm
Wait, was this starting to turn into an interrogation? On him? Nonetheless, Dawson opened his mouth to answer but paused when a third voice was heard.
Oh boy.
"Uh, y'ello, ma'am," Dawson said quickly, fumbling as far as names went. Kind of hard to when he had just been told he was going to die soon. "Yeah, uh, I had a thing happen last night, n' this nice gal here was helpin' me figure out 'zactly what was up. Somethin' t'do with Caliburn maybe...?"
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