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 Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 2:38 pm
Hah. Chill. He turned his head with a lazy looking smirk and leaned until their heads touched. "I think you're the one that's trapped with me," he countered, snaking his arm around her. Straightening, he tugged Chel towards his lap simply because he could.
"But this wouldn't be such a bad place to die," he added a little more quietly. "If we had to."
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 2:48 pm
"In my brain alone with one person is not how I wanna go," she said with a snort. "I'm gonna be the first hunter to live 'til 80 and die in my sleep."
Chel was fatally stubborn.
She yawned and stretched out on him like the giant cot that he was. Eventually she settled for the center of his lap, legs parallel to his while his chin rested on her head. She had to sort of sag in a funny potato sack way, but it was comfortable provided he kept both hands on her stomach.
"Well. How'd we get in here romeo? I barely remember what we was doin' before." She tapped his fingers monotonously. "Figure how we get in s'how we get out."
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 9:11 pm
"Well in that case, I'll hit 80 long before you do," Jack observed, sounding satisfied.
He hummed thoughtfully, eyelids falling halfway as they settled into something comfortable. Even the log at his back didn't feel bad; maybe if he turned to look it wouldn't be one, but a pillow instead. They usually sat like this against the couch or on the bed.
"I think I touched it," he said after a moment. "I was leaning against you, I remember. Were you thinking of anything in particular? I can't remember feeling anything specific..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 9:41 pm
"The only time being an old fart comes in handy, y'*****>" She smiled and squeezed his hands. Warmth radiated outwards and she was pleased with the sensation.
"Mm. I remember wanting t'be home in bed." The unspoken thought of with you, naturally was included. These days she hardly ever wanted space it seemed. Too many events had made distance a precious commodity; one never knew when there wouldn't be any more time for distance. "Ah that's probably it, right? Wanting to be somewhere else?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 10:04 pm
"Maybe." They were definitely elsewhere. But despite knowing they really needed to get back to reality, he found himself in no hurry to return. Not just yet. (There went the drug analogies again: one more hit, just one more.)
Jack almost started to sag into the warmth. It wasn't any experience he could ever explain or have with a physical body--more than simple comfort and contact, more than even just love. For a moment, he thought he might have understood what it could be like to feel...safe, he supposed. Their lives were normally filled with enough trouble as it was, not counting continuous issues like clones and Merlin. It was more than a breath of fresh air to actually feel out of harm's way, if only for just the here and now. He didn't realize just how much he'd needed it and felt a burst of affection tumble its way up his throat that he half-assedly covered up.
Nosing into Chel's hair, he exhaled and grasped her closer. "I guess you should just think about us returning to our bodies, then."
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 10:07 pm
And Chel felt it because whatever Jack was feeling was rumbling through her trifold. "You ain't gonna cry are you?" she asked with a calloused hand running up his veins, now occasionally making a little triangle blip like a heartbeat monitor.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 10:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 10:28 pm
Lab Rats
She let out a low rumble of a laugh and said, "Yes sir."
She thought about Deus and she thought about the dream ending, but it wasn't until she was truly at peace with leaving that she opened her eyelids to the staunch walls of the lab. Though they'd been curled around one another, in the labs they were in the same position they'd left it, leaning against the wall with a fuzzy feeling in their head. The artifact's glow faded and seemed very much dead, as it had been before.
Chel yawned, feeling like she'd woken up from a long nap, although when she looked at the clock no time had passed. The only thing that really sucked was that all of her soreness, cuts and bruises from the day were coming back tenfold. "Wakey wakey artifacts n bakey."
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 10:32 pm
An Old Victorian
"Alright me and Daws scouted out some cool places and yer gonna ********' look at them," she said. She had a list in her hand that she handed to Jack of addresses she'd made Dawson write down (she would have done it herself, but well, there was a problem there).
She punched him in the side lightly. "No more puttin' it off."
Tenebrae was summoned as they walked through the ghostly streets. Not too far out- Chel didn't feel comfortable living on the outskirts and Jack knew that. She wanted him to have his distance, but not if it was going to risk their lives and ostracize them. "And f'you see cool places on the way we can stop and look at those too. S'your house."
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 8:04 am
Lab Rats
It felt like coming out of a bad nap, the kind that left him groggy and more tired than before he closed his eyes. It didn't help that the artifact was poking him in the side. And it also felt strange to come back to his own body in a way he couldn't describe, though the return to normalcy was of some comfort; no more accidental oversharing.
Jack yawned shortly after her and stretched his legs out, feeling some of the burn starting to return from earlier. "Coffee...I need...coffee," he rasped dramatically.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 8:49 am
Lab Rat
Chel chuckled and stood up, stretching out her limbs a bit before offering him a hand up. "Yes sir," she accidentally repeated, but this second time it felt hollow somehow. It was missing Jack.
She looked around at the room and was reminded there were cameras for recording the process. "Hey Jack," she said once he was up. "Let's not tell anyone what this thing does. Say its just a crappy piece of armor."
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 11:05 pm
Lab Rats
He muttered his thanks as he got up but gave Chel a look that clearly said he couldn't write a blatant lie. "Why? The file has to be accurate," he told her as he rubbed at his temple, trying to alleviate the headache. "And there'd be questions about why you carry a useless artifact on you."
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 11:24 pm
An Old Victorian
He hadn't been putting it off so much as only doing sporadic, short visits to the towns. Truth be told, Jack wasn't yet feeling the rush to move out--there usually wasn't time to, between work, his personal project with the clones, exercise, and very occasional social time--he often didn't even remember to fit eating or sleeping, usually trading one off for the other most days. It didn't make house hunting an appealing activity as a result, and he knew he had been slacking.
But he still looked affronted at the insinuation that he was being lazy about it, simply because.
Jack was tired that day, and it showed. His answers had been shortened to simple one or two words, and there was a weight to his shoulders as he and Chel toured the empty streets. Not a fan of being too far into the outskirts either, he started directing them more towards the eastern side. Eyes glazed, he scanned about, not looking for anything in particular but trying to seem engaged, when he stopped cold.
Sashed bay windows with barely any shards of glass still within the frame. Dusty steps leading to a once handsome dark door. A squashed extra space at both floors possibly salvageable for terraces if the twisted, rusty black gates are replaced. Jack gazed at it for who knew how long before exhaling, "This one."
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 12:51 am
Lab Rats
"I don't want them to. I dunno. Take it from me. Or use it on me. Or something." Accuracy be damned if it was going to screw her over.
She shook her head rather stubbornly. "I'll say I carry it 'cause like sentiment or somethin'."
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 12:57 am
An Old Victorian
Chel had come to respect the silence, just as she had many other things about Jack. She kept her chatter polite, always walking the balance between talking too much (annoying) and talking too little (unnerving). Every once in a while she prodded him in a different direction, guiding with small touches and gestures.
When he stopped, so did she, sensing that there might be danger nearby. She summoned an arrow rather lazily, looking around for said danger. When Jack spoke, she was surprised to hear that he wanted to look at THIS house.
The ones she'd picked had all had their charms but were in a considerably better state, not nearly as decayed or decrepit.
Never one to not indulge Jack, shrugged and said, "Lead the way."
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