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 Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 8:08 pm
Saturday
Chris gets the message not long after. He tries not to smile at the end of the message, but he does anyways. He grabs a pair of pajama pants and immediately headed to her place.
They did play Mario Kart. And they ate way too much junk food. Chris bitched about her lack of furniture and she bickered back. And in the end they fell asleep like ******** toddlers in bed and Chel hogged all the blankets and it was okay because it was like old times.
The end.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 8:17 pm
Saturday
Chel made hamburgers, but she made salad too. It was important to her that Chris was eating right.
They had junk food too though.
Chris made her feel capable of functioning relationships.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 12:28 am
Tuesday Pt. 2
Infirmary techs hovered over her face, open on an operating table. They'd barely had enough time to anesthetize her.
"Her eye won't make it."
"We'll see. It depends on the uh- the weapon."
Tenebrae did his damnedest.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 12:38 am
Tuesday Pt. 2
He heard them on his first pass through the infirmary, a clipboard in his hand and an insult for Leslie on his tongue, and slowed his walk enough to hear the rest of the murmurs. It wasn't hard at all to peek over the hunters' heads with dull interest (anything that wasn't a suture or a broken bone or blood loss, the mundane could catch his attention).
The blue, he recognized; the green, however was new. Owain made a soft concerned noise in his head.
With no visible reaction beyond curiosity, Jack made a mental note to check back later, added her visit to the infirmary to a list of growing interest, and continued on his way. The little shitstain wouldn't kick his own a** into gear without some help.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 12:49 am
Ugly
She was finally handed a mirror.
The sight made her gag. She forced the mirror down as she pushed it down. She tried one more time. Tenebrae stirred in her mind.
"Oh Tensy. You did your best. I don't blame you darlin'," she said softly. Her hand reaches up to touch the scars.
< I am sorry. I calibrated reparation towards the orbital. >
"I know you did darlin', I know." She knew that saving her eye couldn't have been easy. She would thank the techs later.
Yet she still feels ugly.
Tenebrae knows this.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 12:53 am
Again She Visits
"Wasn't she just in here yesterday?"
"I heard she spent too long in the sun run. She didn't take it easy, as per instructions."
"Goddamn suns."
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 1:01 am
Again She Visits
All he needed to hear was the first sentence before he was moving. He didn't bother asking who it was as he approached.
(( Jack, you do not believe-- ))
He yanked back the divider and stuck his head in, radiating more annoyance than usual.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 1:04 am
Again She Visits
Chel was sitting on her bed, a small juice box poking out of her mouth. Tuesday had been bad, but Wednesday was relatively harmless in comparison. Just some bandages, a few patches of antibiotic cream here and there. Restitching on her face for a little while (Tenebrae was far more experienced with this area now, it wouldn't take long to heal at all).
When Jack walked in, she sucked on her juice box in an annoying sort of way.
"'Sup Beanstalk." She had yet to remember her face was different now, her hair, her body. She has changed, but has not yet recognized it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 1:11 am
Again She Visits
His eyes darted from the green-blue hair to the stitching and then to her. Her and her damn juice box. "What happened," he asked without asking, pulling the rest of his body in and closing the curtain behind him. "One incident, fine. Two incidents, either you're up to something or you're stupid or both."
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 1:12 am
Again She Visits
"You stalkin' me now?" It was an honest question. Another long, annoying sip of her juice, because she knows it annoys him now.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 1:15 am
Again She Visits
"It was a little hard to miss the operating table earlier," he growled, "seeing as your hair's practically neon now."
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 1:18 am
Again She Visits
She wanted to kiss him again. Her eyes went to his lips. She forced her eyes up.
"Ugh. You're no fun." The straw came out of her mouth and she attempted not to wince. Wincing hurt more. "Which one you wanna know about?"
She pointed to a pack of ice sitting on a short medical stand nearby. "Give it here."
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 1:22 am
Again She Visits
He complied, but only partially; the ice bag stayed in his hands and out of reach. "How about you start from the beginning of the first incident and go from there," he suggested.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 1:26 am
Again She Visits
She stared at the bag. Hadn't he done enough already? It feels like insult to injury.
"Went to the haunted house on duty." Her mouth ran despite her rage. She couldn't help herself. "Found a ... butterfly girl. Tried bein' reasonable and she forced me into self defense. Dragon comes and helps her. A ... someone came and helped me." She didn't dare mention his name. Chel was far too suspicious now. "Butterfly girl gets in too close and ... I don't know. Next minute I can't see."
There really wasn't much more to the story. It was a work hazard. "Now give me that ice," she growls. The anger was building. Slowly, slowly.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 1:38 am
Again She Visits
The aura of annoyance didn't lessen as he listened because he suspected as much; this wasn't the first time he had walked in on one of his friends having been scraped out from the Haunted House, and he doubted it would be the last. Chel's slip was enough to make him suspect it was someone from Penumbra that jumped in, but he didn't pursue it.
(The growl isn't a sound he's used to hearing, let alone from Chel. He almost wants to stay in place just to hear it again.)
Jack moved closer to the bed, now mere inches out of arm's reach. "And the second incident?" he prompted her.
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