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Beejoux rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-8)
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 Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 8:12 pm
She waited, lips pursed thoughtfully as she sifted through her memory bank for any neat bit of trivia that might have a chance of impressing him. NOthing ws coming to mind, so she settled for carefully sliding free a brick and placing it on the top of the steadily growing tower. "I'm not your preforming monkey, a**." The words were harsh, but she was grinning. Status Round: 2 Roll: 5Pieces Taken: 10 Total Points: 20
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Rejam rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 8:32 pm
He didn't grin back, exactly, because he didn't aim it at her, but he did grin. His teeth were nicotine-yellow and contributed to the general feral-animal appearance he carried around even at the best of times. "I'm being so generous with my entertainments, though," he said, getting daring and flicking a piece away almost carelessly. "I can teach you an interesting word. We can work on expanding your vocabulary." This was a bit misleading. Pretty much all words were interesting, to him. Status Round: 2 Roll: 5Pieces Taken: 10 Total Points: 20
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Beejoux rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 8:39 pm
Ha! Made you grin! It was becoming something of a goal when she spent any length of time with him, trying to make him smile. "Expand away." Another piece was nudged free from the ever growing tower. She set it on top then folded her hands before her on the table, watching him expectantly. Status Round: 3 Roll: 1Pieces Taken: 11 Total Points: 24
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Rejam rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 9:22 pm
He gently loosed a brick. Taym warmed up considerably when someone let him talk about words. "Contranym's a good word. They're also called auto-antonym. It's a word that's the opposite of itself. Like how you can pitch an idea to advocate it, or pitch an idea to throw it out. Pitch is especially interesting because--" Aw, too bad. When he went to go replace it, his traitorous hands offered up a shake, and the tower collapsed. He flinched before he even knew what was going to happen, and then there was a dart in his neck. Oh god, you know what? Sedatives? Not half bad, really, all things considered. This was almost a familiar sensation--it was familiar in the way that the smell of a jar of cheap pasta sauce might be familiar to a five-star Italian chef--and he actually didn't look all that distraught for a second before he realized that the fuzzy edges were closing in. "Well," he said peacefully. Out he went.
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Beejoux rolled 4 6-sided dice:
2, 6, 6, 3
Total: 17 (4-24)
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 9:37 pm
Peyton was watching him, chin resting on interlaced fingers, as he offered up a word and began to explain it. She wasn't entirely sure she understood everything he said, but that didn't matter. He liked to talk about words, and it didn't cost her anything to let him. In fact she had begun filing away some of the strange things he'd said for later use. Then the tower fell. She wouldn't be hearing why 'pitch' was interesting though. A dart was sudden;y replacing the little red dot on his neck, and her brows slide upward in concern as she sat up straighter, watching him warily before reaching out catch his head before it smacked into the table. Gently she turned him so his cheek was resting on the cool surface, then sat back down. "Well," she echoed him, gathering up the scattered pieces so she could set the thing up again. "You tried." "Got pretty far, too. Considering the hand tremors and all." So he was passed out, that didn't mean she couldn't talk to him. Besides, what else was she gunna do while she systematically removed pieces and stacked them on the top of the rebuilt tower. Status Round: 3 Roll: 2-5Pieces Taken: 15 Total Points: 40
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Beejoux rolled 5 4-sided dice:
3, 2, 3, 1, 1
Total: 10 (5-20)
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 9:43 pm
"You know, when you're not closing doors in peoples faces, you can actually be a pretty nice guy." Still talking to him, in fact she was taking this opportunity to be overly honest with him, since he couldn't respond back, and probably couldn't even hear her. She slide a brick out, waving it idly. "A little rough around the edges, but enjoyable enough company." She placed the brick, moved another successfully, and a small, thin object fell from the ceiling and hit her on the head. "The ********?" It stung, and she rubbed at the spot it had hit as she looked around the floor at her feet until she found it. "A ******** sharpie?" Why the hell- Her eyes fell on Taym, and a sudden and wicked grin spread along her lips. Artistic expression finished, she went back to the game, managing to move one more brick before a boom from above made her jump and topple the tower. "s**t.." The impact of the dart hurt more then the needle itself, but really, by the time she'd even registered she'd been hit the drugs were taking effect. Everything was going soft around the edges and a surprisingly pleasant wave of tiredness had her swaying in her chair before she simply toppled backwards. Crumbling on the ground in a small, blonde heap. But she'd gotten to the last round. She was going to call that a win. Well.. When she woke up again. When Taym woke up he'd find a star on the back of his right hand with the words "You Tried!" scribbled inside it. Status Round: 4 Roll: 1-5Pieces Taken: 118 Total Points: 55
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 10:08 pm
He didn't want to wake up. Being forced to rest was actually kind of pleasant. Even the woozy after-effects of the tranq were pleasant, in a "memories of better times" sort of way. So he let himself lie still for a minute until he realized Peyton wasn't bitching at him, or mocking him, and sat up abruptly with the vague panicky notion that maybe she'd been eaten by piranhas. Or not. He scrubbed at one eye and looked at the toppled tower, and then at Peyton, and then at the Sharpie. And then he noticed the star on the back of his hand, and with creeping anxiety shoved up his sleeves to check his forearms, with relief when they came up bare. He wondered if there was anything on his face. Probably there was something on his face. He hoped it was a mustache and not a p***s. He picked up the pen and held it consideringly. before deciding that he was not actually 1) that cruel or 2) that creative, and that he'd just embarrass himself with a lack of novel punishment if he tried. So he decided to wait it out, entertaining himself by tearing bits of cardboard off his cigarette pack, tossing them into the water, and watching the piranhas descend. "Lightweight," he informed her, when she started to stir.
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 10:20 pm
"Lightweight."Peyton groaned, rubbing at the back of her head as she unhooked her leg from the chair she'd fallen out of and rolled onto her side so she could push herself up into an unsteady sitting position. When she opened her eyes she didn't recognize where she was at first, but she did recognize the skinny, sallow skinned death hunter sitting near by. His presence kept her from panicking long enough for the memory of their Jenga match to return to her in bits and pieces. Ending with a slow, lazy curl of lips. "I totally kicked your a**," she informed him, voice a little sluggish. "I got to 55." She was tiny, the dosage in the dart that had hit her was probably over what she'd needed to knock her a** out. So it wasn't that surprising that she was having a little more trouble shaking off the effects. Still smiling, she attempted to stand, then gave up when she wobbled dangerously towards the edge of the platform. Nope. "Can you help me up so we can get out of here now?" She suspected a snack would help her metabolize the rest of whatever was in her system.
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 10:27 pm
He may have had nearly a foot of height on her, but he was awfully scrawny himself. He, however, seemed to be suffering few if any ill effects. Not that she'd know this, but Taym had probably built up a tolerance if not an immunity to damn near anything, at this point. "Congratulations," he said drily. "It's not like you had an unfair advantage, or anything." He gave the fish a final piece of pseudo-food, watching them scurry over and tear it apart before he unfolded to amble over, steady enough on his feet even if he did sway a little bit when he stooped to take her hand. "What did you draw on my face?" he asked flatly. "Honesty's gonna be your best policy here."
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 10:40 pm
"Hey, I didn't pick this course, you did," she pointed out, still amused. Everything seemed just a little unreal, a little less serious. Giggles were threatening to bubble up past those pale pink lips, Peyton never giggled. She curled her fingers around his and held on as he pulled her up, swung just a little. She held in long enough for the room to hold still, then let her hand fall away from his, though it hovered sort of half way between then, just in case she had to grab on to keep from falling into the water. Obligingly she looked up at his face, head tilting gently to one side. "Nothin'." Another grin flagged at him. "Thought about puttin' something on the back of your neck, but I'm not that mean." If their places had been reversed, and she'd discovered marker all over her face, she'd have been pissed.
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 10:59 pm
"It's gonna badly for you if you're lying to me," he said, although he didn't sound particularly threatening. He made a paranoid movement of his arm to catch her when she wobbled, but gave her her space. "You should probably eat some breakfast," he said. "And possibly sleep it off. You don't look so hot." A pause, as he helped steer her gently towards the exit, and he added grimly: "No rematches. I'll let you keep this crown." They emerged into the Island fog, already warming up under the morning sun. He held the door for her, when they got there, but if she turned to talk to him, or ask him anything, she'd realize he'd vanished, without so much as a goodbye.
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