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 Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 7:34 am
Ripley, who had come to terms with the fact that Chel was about as focused as a hyper squirrel, wasn't entirely surprised that the conversation had gone right back to Finn. Curiousity was a powerful thing, and she had it in spades - but, at least she was just curious. He didn't imagine she was asking to be malicious; actually, he didn't think she had that capacity, as much as he could peg her thus far.
But that didn't make answering her question any easier, and in fact, he didn't answer right away. First he had to give it some thought, because, up until now, he never really did think about the what. The why was pretty obvious, but everything else? It had never been focused on, as other things took precedence.
Even now, instead of putting too much thought into it, he said something else:
"Finn and I aren't dating, Chel." That was easier than having to explain why, he decided at length.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 8:43 am
Chel waved her hand. "I know that, but you still have to be interested in a person to ******** 'im." She put a hand on her chin. "Well maybe not entirely ... but you dudes are friends yeah? So there's gotta be something."
She put laces her hands together and held them over her head in a stretch. "Me, I like chicks who are tiny ... like little firecrackers- I love those kind of girls. As for dudes ..." she put her hand on her chin. "I'm not really sure. No defining factor I can think of. 'Cept maybe that I always choose assholes."
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 4:40 pm
Well, she had a point.
"I guess." He admitted almost thoughtfully. Damn girl, making him think - she wasn't even being rude to him either, so he couldn't just blow her off. That was how normal people conversed, right? Still, it felt incredibly awkward to him, to have this sort of conversation with someone he barely knew. Even worse, it was a conversation he never truly had with himself, either. She had been slowly exposing a raw nerve layer by layer, without him fully realizing it.
"He doesn't expect more than I can give." He decided after one long, uncomfortable moment with his own thoughts. That was true; Finn never expected him to be nice, or to have feelings past lust. He could be downright cruel, and he doubted that it would change anything. It went in reverse, too. "We're a lot a like."
"Past that, I don't particularly have a type," He admitted after listening to her preferences. "But I do seem partial to redheads." He added; clearly not enough to make it a solid type, but hey.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 9:50 pm
Chel laughed openly. "You and Finn? Nah, you guys are pretty different." Different as in Finn would have never left his beloved alcohol behind.
She nodded along side him. "I feel you, I feel you. Freckles ********' slay me." They arrived at the beach and Chel put her arms up, soaking in the sea wind. "It's weird how we live by the beach and I never even come out here."
She immediately sat down on the rocks before the sand and began undoing the straps on her heavy metal-capped boots. She looked up at Ripley and expected him to do the same.enoh love apologies, i didnt see your tag ;;/
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 5:14 pm
"We are." He confirmed stubbornly. Perhaps not in an obvious way, but at a baser level, they were certainly a pair of similar creatures.
The beach was only a little cooler than the rest of the island, but it was enough to feel refreshing, though the vast expanse of nothing was quite unsettling.
"I tried to avoid the beach since Shiloh got eaten." Though, to be honest, that was about three weeks in to his time here at Deus. He had been dragged a few times since, usually by Abbi. Somehow he didn't count the cliff face as a 'beach', despite there being some under it...it was just easier that way. It took him a little bit to realize what she was looking at him for, and when he did, he shook his head.
He was going to keep his shoes on, thank you.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 7:41 pm
"Shiloh .... got what?" She remembered Shiloh from the one time they'd fought over the last pink hair dye. Not much else though. Chel wasn't on the up and up as she might have once assumed. There were just too many people.
She realized it might be making Ripley uncomfortable and said, "Oh- we can head back inside if it's got bad memories or something. Sorry, didn't realize." She did take a few steps into the sand though, enjoying the feeling of sand between her toes.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 7:36 pm
"Ah, a year ago, a titan monster ate Shiloh." He explained, however hesitantly. Ian had been a mess about it, and it was his first run-in with the horrible monsters; of course, not long after that, a visit to a certain desert would haunt his dreams forever. Yet another reason to dislike sand.
"No, it's fine. I'm sure we'll be fine." It was a lie, but a somewhat comforting one to him. "I'll be leaving my shoes on, though."
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