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 Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 12:42 am
not my night
"I ain' lyin'," he insisted, and he might have been a little offended at the accusation if A, he wasn't prone to white lies when it came to himself and B, Maebe didn't look so busted up. "We didn' tussle fer long. I knocked ya down, ya bit me once or twice, maybe dug yer nails in I dunno, then Rep came by with that weird crystal thinger n' then ya woke up." No mention of her plea to kill her. "S'far s'I'm concerned, ya don' really got much ta forgive yerself about."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 1:24 am
not my nightShe let out a huff of a chuckle. "I know full well how good I am at biting. But fine, I won't forgive myself then. I will just hold this against me forever." Anyone who had met Maebe for five minutes would know that to be a lie. She poured more of the chip crumbs into her mouth, making a mess against her shoulder in the process. "At least you brought me something to eat my guilt away with."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 1:39 am
not my nightChuckling, Dawson said, "Comfort food's my style, yeah?" and patted his stomach. "Gonna renew my cheese puffs stash soon s'I can. Creedence took it all earlier, n' I got the munchies." He hesitated, then scooted his chair closer, as if afraid a tech would overhear somehow. "Listen, uh, I dunno f'ya saw me when ya went red that second round with him, but..." Despite Maebe's lack of sight, he dropped his gaze. "I ran away when y'all started up again. Somethin' just...I got scared," he explained meagerly. "All it got too much, y'know? N' I know I shoulda toughed it out, I know I shoulda stayed n' pried y'all off each other, but you was like animals..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 2:31 am
Handle with CareHe'd always been one of Maebe's staunchest allies, no matter how they verbally treated each other. Jude had always promised himself that he'd be there to protect her, not that she needed protecting, but still it was something he wanted to do because she got him to care about her.
That made this ordeal all too unfair.
Jude had to go take care of something elsewhere and now he was here staring down at her with a seemingly blank expression on his face, but if one knew how to read him there was a bit of remorse in his eyes. He moved and gently settled on the edge of the bed after he laid a vase of flowers on the table near Maebe's bed.
"Seems like you seen better days, Mae. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry I'm never there when you need me the most," he said quietly.
He felt like a bad protector and a worse friend.
Just because he was here...
Even if he couldn't have stopped it...
"You better get healed up fast, Mae, I miss ya. I miss you sassin' me," he worked up a half grin upon his face as he gazed over at her. "Though I am sure you're no less sassy now."
He would stay a while, keep her company. Because it was Jude and she got him to care.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 5:07 am
"I dunno about every half hour, but I can try all that other stuff." Toys? Maybe a bit harder to do. Read her Twitter? Sure, although boring. Conjugal visits? Not likely... but hey, she was the sicky, she gets what she wants. "She talked to me on Twitter once, but that was it. N'every time I think about sayin' Hi, I'm worried I'll make her sad." He frowned. "Really sucks.. the last thing she asked me on twitter was if I hate a hate-boner for Rep. That's the legit only piece of conversation we had." It left a bad taste in his mouth, really. "I mean I shouldn't be surprised. First time we ever talked, she asked me if I had d**k Centipedes on Twitter, too."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 9:36 am
Stargazing
He let her do what she wished with his hand, Chance smiling a little.
"He's certainly not pleased about some s**t, but his room actually isn't too bad. Mostly just a few things knocked over, some broken glass, maybe a few pieces of furniture that could use an upgrade."
A thoughtful hum escaped him, Chance reaching into his pocket with his other hand and pulling out his phone, swiping a thumb across the screen. "No one dead that I've seen yet. Rep is talking about...let's see, his room is apparently ******** up, how he's hallucinating, and how the bathrooms smell like s**t. Sadly, it doesn't look like there are any good arguments yet, but I think people are starting to double up in rooms for now."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 1:44 pm
not my nightCreedence. Creedence Creedence Creedence. He had no idea how that name was like a sore festering against her skin, without a wound to actually heal underneath. It just sat there, waiting for someone to poke it and hurt. She held her tongue, because she was better today, and had the will power to keep herself from being a b***h for no reason. This time. But her body language might have betrayed her, in the way it cringed at the sound of her name. "I didn't see you run away. Are you saying you shouldn't have done that? I practically begged you to get away before we all turned into animals, you know. If you finally had the sense to do it while I was under the influence, that is a good thing. All this toughing out nonsense is starting to give me a headache." Her voice had been hard, but she softened for a brief respite. "I didn't want you seeing that."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 1:47 pm
handle with care"Holy s**t." Maebe's breath hitched when she heard his voice. It had been way too long, but his voice was unforgettable, and she recognized it instantly. "... Is that you, Dr. H?" Well, he wanted sass. And sass was given. "I'm ready for my sponge bath now." lizbot literally quoting you for no reason other than the lols
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 2:08 pm
Birds of a feather"Anything you want, Maebe." The nail polish was taken off the table, and Peyton rolled it between her hands, mixing the pigment inside, just in case it had had time to separate at all. When she was satisfied with it, she'd give her lap a pat. "Hand please." And because she realized Maebe couldn't see, she'd help guide the other girl's hand until it was resting on her thigh. "It's pink, a really nice shade, too." And a good brand. Someone knew their nail polish. Exercising great care, Peyton began painting each dainty nail. The chipped polish began to disappear, and shiny, bright pink replaced it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 2:10 pm
not my nightHe saw the flinch but didn't know what to make of it. Maybe it was the memory of being harassed by a zombified Creedence, he certainly wouldn't blame her. "Yeah, well, last time we separated, she got all green-eyed," Dawson pointed out. "I thought, y'know, that meant we had ta stick t'gether. N' I tried, you saw, I just..." He didn't know why he was trying to explain it all when Maebe clearly was okay with it. She made it too easy; his Catholic upbringing, however, inexorably pulled him towards the guilt. "Had t'see it sooner or later, Mayb. Part a'the job, right?" But he couldn't spit it out, he couldn't bring himself to tell her that he had been under the red eye influence before as well; doing so meant permanently acknowledging it and the five lives he had taken. (That he remembered taking at least.) "They gotta be workin' on a cure now," he continued bracingly. "We ain' gonna let somethin' like this happen again. So you just worry about gettin' all healed up, Miss Popularity."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 2:16 pm
HurtHe wasn't wrong for worrying about that. Sometimes, Maebe felt the same way. Just reaching out to Cami felt like she was opening up a wound she'd never let heal, but she'd been a little more selfish about her needs. A little more needy. "Yup." She chuckled out. "Sounds like Cami. I wish I could tell you truthfully whether or not it's a good idea to go talk to her, but if I knew that, I wouldn't agonize over it every time I did it, too. So I have no idea." She squeezed his hand. "I've never been the clever one of us three. Just the cutest."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 2:17 pm
Stargazing"No." She brought his hand to her mouth and bit one finger. "Don't sum up, you a**. Read them out to me. Verbatim. I'm dying here."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 2:20 pm
Birds of a FeatherMaebe's hands were out in seconds, and she relaxed comfortably as Peyton painted her nails. It felt like someone was placing a warm blanket over her body. Knowing that her nails would look fierce even if she couldn't was a salve to her soul, and her battered pride. "Excellent. I need my hands to look good, in case there are any cute nurses around. Not that I can tell if they're cute. Maybe if they sound hot, at least."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 2:23 pm
not my nightWell, he wasn't wrong. This was part of the job, and it wouldn't be the last time he would have to confront his friends turning on one another. That was a pretty safe bet. "The more we get ******** over by something, the harder they'll work on a cure. I'm sure they'll figure it out soon enough. But then there will be some other crazy a** b***h ******** with our heads. There always is." Her body turned back towards him, body language returning to the warmth from earlier. "I will. I promise."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 2:25 pm
Stargazing
He obligingly swiped back to Rep's Twitter, hiding a smile that she couldn't see, his finger twitching a little.
" 'Women with abs are creepy lesbos,' " Chance read aloud, a melodramatic tone adopted to his voice. " 'Oh, I got pretty ******** up frankly. I just have a really good ******** weapon and didn't break anything much.' 'Yes, Rep should be positively ******** cheerful about the destruction of his possessions.' "
He scrolled down a little bit more.
" 'Whole exterior wall and windows, some wrecked furniture, various s**t.' I assume that's the damage to his room. This one is directed to alphahammertime - 'I er. Saw a woman. It was probably a hallucination. I see...random s**t sometimes. ' "
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