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 Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 2:28 pm
Birds of a featherPeyton took her time, and she did it properly. Long, even strokes with a loaded brush. And when she finished the first coat, she was going to add a second. If there had been base, or top coat around she'd have added that as well, or little designs, if she'd had another color. Unfortunately she was a little limited, but she'd make it work. "That's the spirit." She grinned. "So did they happen to tell yo how long you'd be staying?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 2:29 pm
Otto chuckled, "You are the cutest. What did that make me, then?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 2:47 pm
not my night"Eh, we'll worry about it if that happens, yeah?" Dawson gently pat her shoulder, then scooted his chair back and got up. "Anyway, uh, I should prob'ly leave before more a yer fans show up n' cause a fuss. Swear t'God anytime I peeked over here there was someone, heh." And he was glad: maybe they weren't necessarily her friends, but at least it meant people cared. "Promise me ya won't get in trouble before ya get out?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 5:04 pm
Birds of a feather"Yesterday, they said five days." Maebe murmured with a smug tone. "Today, they say three. I think they underestimate how hard Thaw works to keep me pretty." She felt the warm, proud grumble in her mind, and knew she wasn't exaggerating for once. Her hands rose to blow on the nails once she was done with the first coat. "So probably really soon." There was no hint of the terror that actually lived inside of her concerning the upcoming reveal. No one would know how scared she really was to find out if any damage had been permanent.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 5:05 pm
HurtMaebe picked his hands back up, turned to her side, and used them suddenly as if they were one of her stuffed animals, snuggling into them. "The most loved."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 5:06 pm
not my nightStay, she ached to tell him. Instead, she settled back and sighed, before answering his question. "You know I can never promise that, sweetheart."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 5:12 pm
Well that was by far the cutest thing he'd ever heard or seen Maebe ever do. Otto was dumbstruck for a while. "Can't argue with that." He finally managed to murmur, happily allowing his hands to be used as her personal stuffed animal. "Is there anythin' I can get for ya?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 5:34 pm
Hurt"You already are." Otto was going to be trapped, for a little while. Patient's orders.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 6:33 pm
Nio Love HurtAnd Otto was okay with that.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 6:53 pm
Orange Mocha FrappuccinoLex snorted, shaking his head with a smile that reeked of sarcasm and petty amusement. Maebe should know not to lie to a man so well versed in it.
"Mhm. Just medical interest, need to check your mental state and all that." The older Hunter lied back, clicking a pen he'd procured from his pocket and picking the patient data clipboard off the foot of her cot.
"Speaking from one vain person to another; I don't think you're at all fine with the bloody pulp your face was made into." Lex sighed, shaking his head. Pity, Maebe was one of the prettier girls on the island.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 6:59 pm
Orange Mocha FrappucinoThe sucking sounds stopped instantly the moment he said pulp. Her hands lifted to press against the curves of her bandages, and she could still feel the pain underneath despite the medication and time spent healing. "Did you read something on my chart?" She whispered, her voice tiny, scared, and entirely unfamiliar to him. While she'd known that her face was heavily damaged, the word pulp had her spooked.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 7:38 pm
Sugar Therapy
At some point in the late evening, Maebe would hear the slow shuffle of some injured person limping past, accompanied by the soft clatter of wheels over the tile floor, the sound of an IV pole. The noises paused, and then crept a little closer to her bed in lame stops and starts.
"A-are you awake?" Came a small, almost-whispered voice. The young man's tone was hesitant, as though even such a quiet sentence would be enough to disrupt someone's sleep.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 8:57 pm
Sugar TherapyWhoever was shuffling around nearby was noisy as ********, but she hadn't stirred. She was wide awake, listening to the little noises they made. Trying to get to the bathroom, probably. When the noises stopped, Maebe assumed they'd gone out of earshot, and started to settle back down. The whispered voice - which was somehow creepier since it was whispered - startled her back into awareness. "No, Satan. I'm asleep. Please don't steal my soul." She whispered back at him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 9:02 pm
Sugar TherapyOliver jumped, like he had been the one ambushed. "N-no! I-I just- um..." He lowered his voice back down to the previous quiet whisper. "I-I just, ah... w-was wondering, um." He fidgeted nervously, picking at a piece of the cast on his wrist. "D-do you like strawberry?" He finally blurted out.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 9:08 pm
Sugar Therapy What in the hell."You came up to me, looking the way I do, and your first thought was - hey, I wonder if that mummy likes strawberry?" And just in case, she added. "Of course I like strawberry. I'm not an animal."
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