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 Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 8:05 am
ive got a gun
Jack let out a soft ah. "That's...interesting." It wasn't condescending. If anything, he might have sounded a bit jealous. "Don't go shooting people's eyes out for shits and giggles, though."
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 12:54 pm
ive got a gun
Chel frowned. Just "oh you have a superpower- play nice with it"??
"Yer actin' like its a ********' toy. I don't wanna be some freak like those- things!" Referring to the werewolves.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 10:58 pm
ive got a gun
"In case you haven't noticed, Chel, we don't get a god damn choice in the matter," Jack replied in a flat tone. "Being here means being in the middle of magic, apparently. And compared to weres? Yeah, it's a ******** toy."
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 11:01 pm
ive got a gun
If there was one thing you didn't tell Chel, it was that she had no choice in the matter. Especially not when her anger belied real fear. That was the truth of the matter; Chel was scared. She didn't want powers and she didn't want to become whatever the hell had happened inside that library.
There was a small pause and the press of her lips as she debated. "Whatever," she told him, turning heel towards the door. "I knew you wouldn't ********' get it."
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 7:42 am
ive got a gun
"Wouldn't get what?" Jack scowled at her back. "That it's ******** insane something, anything can just crop up out of the blue? Because I'm fully aware of it, Chel. There's just s**t we can do about it."
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 10:33 am
ive got a gun
"There's always somethin' we can do about it," she snapped back, "An' ********' tired of bein' whipped around like a yoyo an' bein' told I should ********' deal!"
Leave the body and keep searching. Leave the girl and keep searching. "You've been a ******** deadweight this entire time."
Her hand curled around the doorknob and she practically yanked the door off its hinges. This was why she didn't trust people with who she actually was; nobody could ******** handle it. It was just "you're overreacting Chel" and "it's not that bad" and "it's just a doctor Chel."
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 9:01 pm
ive got a gun
Chel was about ready to leave as explosively as she had entered, and you know what? Fine. Let her have the damn tantrum someplace else. Jack had headaches enough without trying to wrestle down what new spark of fire she decided to fuel this time.
Besides, her girlfriend would obviously be more equipped for this sort of thing. He didn't know why she had bothered to try to find something other than an interest in the power itself here.
"Yeah, good luck," he muttered before the door clicked shut behind her.
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