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 Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2016 5:43 pm
Harrison didn't seem to ruffled by the coat grabbing.
"Well, like I said. That would explain the fainting." Harrison patted Lawr's shoulder. "Gonna do the culture just in case. Rule out you being anemic. You sure your weapon didn't have any ideas?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2016 5:48 pm
Lawrence quickly let go of Harrison, the very picture of irritated misery.
"He is certifiably insane, his comments are hardly worth repeating."
<<Good boy Butch.>>
"I am a prisoner here is what I am."
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 4:04 pm
Harrison rolled up Lawrence's sleeves and did a lot of tapping. The good thing about him being so skinny was at least his veins stood out. Technically he should have an order for one of these things, but actual doctors in the unit were few and far between. Most people, like him, had just kinda gotten the hang of what tasks they were told to do.
He warmed up Lawr's arm first.
"Keep still so I don't have to poke you more than once. ...You're lucky we don't hook you up to an orange juice IV."
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 4:12 pm
Everything about the man's posture spoke of sheer irritation and tension. he wanted to hurt Harrison to make him back off but found himself trapped by the inevitable failure of such an attempt.
"I hardly see why it is needed. I am certain there are any number of worse off hunters than myself, all I have is a little weakness from missing breakfast. What about the substance abusers? I am sure there are likely a few sporting exotic fear ailments."
He sniffed huffily, the contact even at this low level difficult to endure. "Remind me never to willingly meet up with you again if it is going to have me dragged to some forced inquisition and blood theft." He wasn't sure how much blood he frankly had to go around, cutting off his hand had very nearly killed him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 4:17 pm
"Complain, complain, complain. Do you got another mode?" Harrison filled up three vials worth, then pressed a gauze ball onto Lawr's arm as the needle slipped out.
"Hold that there."
He held up the blood, checking the levels.
"Alright. Gonna drop this off and bring you back some water. ...You guys did real good out there, defense wise."
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 4:27 pm
He felt that there should have been rules against taking divine blood, that something awful should have happened to Harrison as a result of the indignity but for the moment nothing did and he had to trust that something would in the near future to make up for it.
With a surprising spike of sarcasm he narrowed his eyes. "Modes? You want some modes?" and passive aggressively he stated. "Ah could talk like this pardner." "Or this" he added, dropping into his Mancunian accent, a bout of brief Swedish and then immediately switching to what seemed to be a perfect impression of Chantelle's voice. "I could be boring you about twilight Mr Policeman too."
And then as though an elastic had snapped he was back to his usual cold irritation, holding the gauze in place. "They won't find anything, or care you know. And yes. I was having a decent time, until you decided to get meddly."
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 4:30 pm
Harrison squinted at the twilight comment.
"The ******** did you just say? ...Holy s**t. But she was your niece, right? Are you...? Naw. <********>, man, what the ********>."
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 4:34 pm
Lawrence just seemed to go from looking frazzled and glowering at the other man to having the stress melt away, replaced by smugness.
"Mmmm?" he said, pretending not to understand the question.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 4:39 pm
Harrison had helped Chantelle out on a number of occasions. Training courses. Her piano was in the bar. But beyond that, she had lived in their <******** spare room.
"You wouldn't have," Harrison said, before remembing who he was talking to.
"You ******** did."
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 4:47 pm
It wasn't the smart thing to do to tell Harrison about Chantelle. It wasn't the thing a wise person would do, but to Lawrence there was nothing better than the ego boost of knowing that he had managed to fool someone and that they now knew it. It was how he could regain his position in this conversation and recover the indinity suffered. Any potential consequences did not seem to have any relevance in the face of that.
He smirked. "Well, let's be honest, you wouldn't have let me if it was me. I have needs. Needs involving a private shower and some peace and quiet."
He waved his hand vaguely. "It is more complicated now, for your own safety I advise you do not accost the present Chantelle. She is a...well she is something which is not me. It is not worth getting involved in."
"You are a kind person despite yourself you know Mr Policeman. I am glad you believed it for so long."
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 4:58 pm
Harrison squinted even further.
He was tempted to just walk away. To forget the whole thing, and ******** Lawr's obvious ******** problem. But that was what the terrorists wanted, and he couldn't let the terrorists win.
"You know what people who don't drink their orange juice have to drink, Weiman? ******** orange juice substitute."
He grabbed the vials and stormed out.
When he came back, it was with some paper charts outlining Lawrence's bloodwork (which highlighted anemia and a nutritional imbalance), a glass of water, and the promised substitute.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 5:15 pm
Nurse Daye entered with a grim look before taking in Lawrence and then the charts. "They won't send you to the Sahara for months again," Sunny told him flatly. "You're a ******** security risk, skeletor."
She glanced at Harrison, and for a moment her expression softened very slightly, almost to something apologetic before glaring at Lawrence once more. "If you're going to waste away, they'll either send you somewhere to die usefully or put you down on very ******** belated charges of treason. Nobody needs an excuse to kill you, Weiman, you've already given plenty of reason."
Turning to go and leave the situation firmly behind her, the nurse called over her shoulder, "But chances are they won't kill you, just donate your body to science."
A cackle followed, sending Life and Moon medics scurrying away.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 5:34 pm
He didn't actually think that Harrison would snitch. He didn't think that was part of his value system. He was both dissapointed and surprised that the other man came back with Sunny in tow, on one hand Sunny and on the other Harrison's reputation rose a little more as a ruthless b*****d.
He went from being smug to bristly again as everyone decided to resume calling him Weiman.
The threats were grim, as they so often were, but he did not consider himself to be wasting away to any extent, nor about to get himself killed by the establishment. He had been being useful. Which frankly as far as he was concerned was more than any of them deserved.
The only flicker of emotion he showed was a definite widening of his eyes at the implications of being donated to science without actually being killed. He was rapidly running out of personas and there was no way to create more and even with that he wasn't sure if they'd stop at simply personas.
There was something almost manic in the moment in the way he gestured to Harrison. "I haven't done anything wrong! Why did you need to bring them into this? You probably don't even know what you've done."
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 5:47 pm
"What you really need is a Nutritionalist, which we don't have. And a Therapist, which we don't got either. So Death Threats is the best treatment plan we got, I guess," He said, looking out after Sunny as she laughed her way down the hallway. She'd seemed...almost sorry about it. For a second. Not that Sunny had ever been cuddly, but with Stephen working for the forces of darkness... "Look. They're your ******** results."
Harrison showed him the paper. He wasn't a scientist, but each number was listed next to the normal ranges, and a marker indicated High or Low.
"You are anemic. And you're missing a bunch of s**t. And your kidneys would be shut down and your bones would have eaten themselves all up, if your weapon wasn't keeping you alive through a goddamn magic science Christmas miracle. ...And giving up other s**t to do it."
Harrison folded his arms uncomfortably.
"Look, you been here a while, right? And you remember...probably a little bit back. You got promoted, right? Around when your weapon went through a change. Got...different. And maybe you felt a little stronger too. Well, as long as you've been here, you're due for it again. I mean, I don't usually give weapon puberty talks. But if you stay in s**t shape, it's not going to come out right. It's going to grow wrong, and you're gonna stay weak. Forever. And that s**t's coming soon. You don't have a while to fix this. Your horse is coming, Weiman, and it's a black ******** horse."
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 6:09 am
Lawrence didn't really want to deal with this. He was a fairly private person as it went and having his blood results paraded around and being told there was essentially something wrong with him didn't sit right at all. There was nothing wrong with him, only incomplete perfection. Still, facts were facts, and even if he wasn't aware of the average values for human blood results, he could still interpret them. If he was a dog or a cat he would be on fluids for the imbalances he was apparently walking around with.
Still, despite this, despite the evident strain Butch had to be under, he didn't want to deal with any of it, more inclined to turn his face away from what was in front of him and ignore it, because the alternative meant that he would have to relinquish the clenched tight control he had over his life and permit the sick senss of hunger to recede to something lesser. He felt like he was knotted up like a string and to loosen those knots would make him fray to pieces, it was keeping him and the personas together.
Even the prospect of being permanently weakened did not seem to concern him, considering that he had always been human and that the perks of a hunter were simply perks, he sought strength through knowledge, through understanding emotion, not through brute weapon strength. Still, part of him acknowledged the other man was right and that he was probably starving. Famine coming to get him seemed almost an acceptable change from Death.
He eyed the door and not Harrison as he replied. "I suppose you are going to tell me what to do."
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