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 Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 5:28 am
She should have realized---after all, she had grown up with animals her entire life---but there was quite a difference between bulls and short super senshi. The short super senshi was more surprising. Sedna had kept her grip on his wrist, right up until one of those wild and desperate swings clocked her right in the face. Powered she was, yes, but that magical advantage went away when facing someone who was also magical---much less stronger than her when it came to power. Sedna stumbled back, her hands coming up to press against her nose as it stung and her eyes watered, briefly seeing dots behind her eyelids as she made a surprised and muffled sound. Ow. Ow. She held it there for a moment, and then her eyes popped open as she tasted copper in her nose, and felt a warm trickle of blood run down across her upper lip. Yikes---wait--- She focused on Eurydike, to make sure he was still around at least. She grimaced, uncertainly. "Hey---" She pulled her hands away from her face, and held them out. "Hey---come on, Eury---" Man. She didn't want to fight him, but she would. Yeah, he was a super...but he was a drunk super (or super drunk). Surely she'd have the advantage, even being a basic?
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 5:43 am
Eurydike did not immediately run when he felt the grip on his waist slacken; instead, he whirled, rapidly backing up a few steps until his back hit a wall and he was left staring at it. It hadn't even really registered that he'd actually hit anything, just that he could move, and --
Then she let her hands drop from her face, and the look on his shifted gears from wild panic to horrified, what color there still was on his face rapidly draining away when he realized he hadn't just hit her: he'd made Sedna bleed. "Oh my god." Guilt swept over him like a wave, leaving him to choke and sputter on what he'd done.
"Olga."
He made like he wanted to reach for her, but his hand dropped as soon as he'd lifted it. Any other time he would've been ashamed by the sudden wetness to his eyes, but with the alcohol and everything else that'd happened these last few days, this - this was just one more thing - one more thing he'd done wrong, a friend he'd hurt -
"I... I'm so sorry, I ... " The super senshi was glancing side to side; he looked ready to run again.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 10:19 am
Sedna waved him off, and then rapidly wiped her nose on her sleeve. She spared it only a glance, and then used her other sleeve to wipe her nose again when she felt another trickle of blood come down. "It's fine---" she assured him, and even gave him a fox eyed grin. "I'm more than okay!" She decided then that 'playing it nice' wasn't cutting it anymore. "But if you feel that bad about it---" she moved at him, where she then slung an arm tightly about his shoulders. "You can make it up to me with a sleep over!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 7:00 pm
He was still tense, painfully tense, fixing her with wide eyes, his breath fast and steaming in the cold night air. Then, very, very slowly - he didn't relax, no, but - his face was burning hot, and then his eyes were burning, and -
God he was pathetic.
God, he'd made Olga bleed.
"You should be mad at me, " or scared of him, or anything but smiling at him the same exact way she was now - how was she still smiling after that, like he hadn't done anything?
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 7:12 pm
"I don't think I should be---and I'm not!" She had briefly tensed, almost expecting another violent lashing, but when he didn't, she took advantage. Keeping her arm slung tightly around his shoulders, she gave him a jerk, and then started to guide him out of the alleyway, and hopefully, in the direction of her apartment. Sedna looked down at him, and with her free hand reached up to wipe her nose again, feeling another warm trickle coming. She then just reached up to pinch her nose, and let out a breath through her mouth. "It was an accident!" Her voice was nasally---since she was now holding her nose.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 7:29 pm
He moved stiffly, but awkwardly, still tense but the alcohol making him clumsy. Her arm kept him going straight, and there was once or twice he stumbled over his own feet. She was just... brushing it off. Like he hadn't just hit her in the face hard enough to make her bleed.
There was a part of him that considered running again - but her grip was strong, and he was tired, full of bourbon and lacking any kind of substantial sleep or food. He felt sick again. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the guilt that did it.
Abruptly, there was a flash of light - and Eurydike was gone with Hitch there instead, his head tilting forward so his hair hung in his burning face and over his watering eyes.
"I'm sorry."
It wasn't enough. So he said it again, and then a third time, all without looking up.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 8:39 pm
She was glad he wasn't fighting her---both literally and well...resisting that she was guiding him in the direction of her place. She blinked in surprise as she was briefly blinded by a flash of light, and looked over to see that he had powered down. That was something of a relief, actually. She didn't exactly want two powered signatures at her apartment door step. Once they were out of the alley, Sedna powered down in her own flash of light as well, and it just so happened that her apartment wasn't more than a few blocks away. Thankfully. But she'd guide Hitch from one end of Destiny City to the other if she had to. Olga blinked, and looked down at him. She squeezed his shoulders. "It's okay---I forgive you---so no more sorry's out of you tonight, mister! I'll put a quota on you---just like I did to someone else!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 1:52 am
At first, he idly wondered who the hell else had been spouting apologies at her - he made a questioning sound in the back of his throat - but he didn't really question it. Hitch was leaning on her more than he would've allowed if he were sober and all there, the same as he would've probably never teared up around her if it were any less extreme situation.
The fact that he was wandering around in the middle of winter without a coat, just a flannel, might've said more about his situation than he would've liked in itself. He didn't say much else for the walk back now that 'sorry' had been taken off the table, but at some point he did start shivering.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 5:16 am
She felt like a bad friend when she finally realized that all Hitch was wearing was a flannel. Oops. At some point, Olga had let go of him, only to unzip her winter coat and open it to try and wrap it around him too, and then press him against her side tighter. "We're almost there---" She uttered to him encouragingly, and couldn't help but pick up her pace. Between her long legs and practically dragging him there, she was utterly relieved as she helped him up the stair case which lead to her humble studio apartment. "So---uh---" She started, reaching the top landing and fumbling for her keys. "I do have one of those talking cats that lives with me---sometimes---so just---heads up if he's there! He comes and goes---Nicodemus---" She found her apartment key and hastily unlocked her door, placing a hand on Hitch's back and almost pushing him into the apartment in a hurry to get inside where it was warm. Once inside, she flipped on a light, glanced around to see if Nico was indeed around, and then started to take off her boots. "Welcome to my place! This is pretty much the tour---we're in the kitchen, that's the bathroom right off to the left, my desk straight ahead, with Jamie Fraser standing guard with his smouldering gaze---and then right above it in the loft is my bed!" Olga kicked off her boots once they were unlaced, and then turned to tend to Hitch. "So first order of business for you, guy, is a shower. There's no if, ands, or buts---" He reeked, "It will help you get warm!" Plus that.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 5:49 am
Any other time, he probably would've protested. But he was just so worn down, so far down in his own miserable exhaustion, that he did nothing but huddle further into her. The warmth, even the contact, was not deserved, but appreciated. He stumbled once or twice as she picked up her pace, his boots slipping awkwardly in the slick snow. With her help, though, stumbling was as far as it went.
He didn't say much about the whole thing with the cat, although his nose wrinkled in muted distaste - because quite frankly as he was so far beyond this whole powered bullshit nonsense that'd basically ruined his ******** life right now -
Hitch stumbled again as he set foot inside, but with hazy eyes, blinking furiously as the lights came on, he began to take in the studio apartment. It was nicer than theirs - his - the place he and Tolliver had - used to have? He didn't actively do much to get settled, but more just kind of stood there like an awkward kid at their first sleepover. If the awkward kid was drunk. And reeking of bourbon and who knew what else. And if they were red from the cold with some gauze crudely wrapped around their split knuckles.
Olga said 'shower', and all he did was stare in response.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 10:21 am
Hitch stared and Olga stared back and then blinked. Oh man. "Shower?" She repeated and then couldn't help but grin a bit. "Don't tell me it's been so long you forgot what a shower was?" She teased and then snapped her fingers and pointed to his shoes. "Off with those!" She moved towards the little bathroom and worked on getting him a towel. "Chop, chop, Hitch!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 10:29 am
Hitch grunted in response, finally moving - albeit both stiffly and awkwardly, wobbling precariously as he leaned down to unlace his boots. For all of Olga's welcoming warmth, he still knew he shouldn't be here. What's it matter though. I already made an a** of myself. What's even the point of pretendin' I'm not? He'd hit her. Who was he to argue with her after that, after making her bleed?
His hands were shaking, and his head was swimming. It was annoying, and made the whole thing much more of a process than it needed to be.
Finally, he kicked off the boots and made for the bathroom, sighing as he propped himself up against the frame of the door. - and even that reminded him of Tolliver. ******** it all.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 4:20 pm
She turned as he appeared in the doorway, and smiled, holding out a clean towel to him. "Here you go! That's your's, and feel free to use whatever you need! Shampoo, conditioner, body wash---maybe not my razor though---especially not if you're gonna man-scape or something." She teased with a grin, looking him over. He was upright, and seemed to be okay right now...but part of her wondered if she needed to...supervise. That seemed a bit strong, but the last thing she wanted him to do was fall over in the shower---or asphyxiate or something... "The left knob is for hot and the right knob is for cold aaaaaaand I'll sit outside the door, okay? With it cracked---just to keep an ear out for you, alright? Also, put your clothes in a pile, okay? You can't put those on after you're done showering---" Olga pause, briefly, trying to think of a nice way to say why he couldn't, but couldn't think of a nice reason, so was just blunt. "Your clothes reek, dude. I'm going to wrap them up in an odor shield trash bag and put them outside for the rest of the night---but don't worry, I'll find some clothes you can wear tonight!" Olga slipped past him in the door way, but lingered around the outside for now, waiting for him to get going.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 7:07 pm
Hitch took the towel with his gaze downcast, mumbling something that might have been 'thank you'. Or '******** off', but the first one was a whole hell of a lot more likely, probably. Any other time, he probably would've made a face and caused an uproar about the man-scaping thing, hands flailing and face flushing. Right now, he didn't really react at all, just nodded almost somberly as he set the towel down and began to peel off his flannel.
He clutched it in his hands for a moment, his gaze distant. Tolli wore this to bed last Thursday. I washed it. Why'd I wash it? He was nodding along to what Olga was saying, but he wasn't really listening. Hitch only really noticed when she left, a brief frown on his face, but he resumed stripping down because shower, right, shower would be good it was bigger than the shower at home, it would've been easier to fit him and Tolliver in there -
He couldn't stop doing it, inserting his (ex?) fiance into his thoughts. Even when he peeled off his shirt, the scar stretching across the span of it, still angry and red in contrast to the pale, slightly freckled skin of his face, he took a moment to fiddle with the ring on his ring, remembering how soft Cerussite's lips had felt on his skin.
It was like this, though - whenever he tried to drink to forget, all he could do was remember.
When he'd finally finished stripping down, which was kind of more of an ordeal than it needed to be, he tried to remember - which was hot, which was cold? - turn them both, see what happens, and -<******** that's cold!" came a near yelp from the bathroom a grand total of a minute and a half later.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 7:26 pm
She heard shuffling, and figured that was a good sign. In that minute and a half, Olga took time to reflect on the fact that this was a very odd sleep over / baby sitting. She never did a lot of those, especially much less with a guy friend---and the most she ever had sleep overs with growing up were her jock guy cousins, and same went for when they drank. When they drank they drank though, and more often than not, the most she had to do was stuff a pillow underneath their heads and throw a blanket over them from their various spots on the floor and couch from where they passed out cold. Olga started out of her thoughts. "Left---left!" She exclaimed through the crack in the door, but hey, since the water was running... "Don't mind me!" She ended up darting in, but kept her eyes down cast, looking for his clothes. She swept them up, and then fled out of the bathroom with them. While Hitch was showering, Olga did what she said she was going to, and stuffed his clothes into an odor shield trash bag. Admittedly, she was hung up on what to do with his boxers. She had the trash bag in one hand, and his boxers in the other, staring at them. Did she...let him have these back or...? Olga sniffed his boxers, and immediately recoiled, for more than one reason. First, they stunk like the rest of his clothing. Second, it was where someone's junk which wasn't Sergei's had been, and third---sorry Hitch, Olga made the executive decision that you were going commando. She threw the boxers in with the rest of the clothing, wrinkling her nose, tying the bag up, and then tossing it outside her door. "You okay in there!?" She called out to him, while she went up the small set of stairs to the loft and went through her clothes.
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