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 Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:39 pm
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"Stupid - diet coke and caffeine really ?" An unfamiliar voice was muttering down the hallway, seconds later revealing a bushy brown-haired wreck of a (wo)man with a large undershirt and jacket that had seen better days.
Mark(elle) had spent the entire morning crying and hugging his boobs and then crying some more until there was a very adamant text to 'Report to the office right ******** now'. The meeting with his Boss had just gone from bad to worse, the Death assistant was actually doing okay until Cael(lina) had, in a moment of writing off names of pod candidates to be exterminated, leaned over to Mark(elle) and commented that sometimes, she thought that people just really hated her.
As (s)he said, straw on the camels back, nope, nope and world of nope. S/he got as far as the little trainee fest going on in the first floor before stopping. DD boobs had stopped getting entertaining about three hours in last night from playing with them and now only reminded him of excessive failure. Diet coke and caffeine. Sigh.
Thankfully she came down to the trainee commons prepared. A full box of After Eight chocolates taken from, actually, he wasn't too sure where, but you know what, he would apologize to them later. Really. She. Whatever. Oh how he longed for his baby back, oh baby, he missed you, please be safe, oh god he-
- "I got chocolate 'n stuff, anyone who wants one." The Death assistant made motions to pass them over to a gaggle of trainees when he suddenly stopped and-
Did someone just-
Wait a second. Why were they not affected? What was this - what was even-
Mark quickly snapped closed the box of After Eight's and gave the trainees a sort of wide-eyed, strangled stare as he pointed in Dakota's general direction. They were the antidote. After a few seconds of hopping on both legs and looking like he was going to have a panic attack any second, Mark(elle) finally found his(her) voice. "Get, get that man over there! He's the freaking antidote!"
A pause. "And oh yeah, he probably did this to you all!" Yeah, that's right, take the blame off himself too. Cough.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:01 pm
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Kat backed down as Ami intervened, not that it calmed her any. She still wanted to kill Dakota, and nail his hide to the wall. "I'm alright.." She muttered quietly before realizing whom it was she was speaking too. "Ah--its you!" The girl who was defending her when they were helping Gale clear out the monsters! "I've been meaning to tha--" With Dakota going even further than before, Kat gritted her teeth and watched as he made a run for it. He's freaking dead!
Another..girl was standing in the hall, yelling about something and pointing at Dakota. She looked oddly familiar, but she couldn't place her. Eh, she would find out later if she had to.
So..Dakota was the cause of this? And was the antidote to boot? Grinning like a crazed woman, Xedis was immediately summoned into her hands. "No one will be upset if I shoot him in the knee caps, right?" Probably not the thing to do, but one way another..she would catch him..and he would pay!
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:11 pm
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Marcus was pretty sure this was like when they turned into toddlers. It was temporary, it would wear off, and he'd get his d**k back and lose the boobs. His give a damn o meter was pretty much broken at this point, as he was just happy he had his coffee and the cramps were not to bad.
Plus he realized he might be able to have a hot lesbian but now really lesbian make out with Cass, so that might have been a plus for him.
Coffee in hand, his ability to give a ******** gone, he came back to the hall to see that:
A) Dakota was fine
B) Someone was accusing this of being his fault
C) Someone was going to shoot him
"You shoot him in the kneecaps, pretty sure that would cripple him and end his career as a hunter. So, for the sake of not losing a potential Hunter, I would me marginally upset." He sipped his coffee. "And how the ******** it is his fault? Gale wasn't as fault for us turning into kids, and he wasn't the cure. This is people from someone ******** with us all, as usual. That or some ******** dipshit put something in our food."
Marcus had not a ******** to give.
"All I know is this ******** sucks and I will flip my s**t if we have a ******** mission."
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:37 pm
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:44 pm
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"S-sasha, wait! Wait don't-" Jeri whimpered, limping after her, but she was already gone down the hall. "This... this was for you..." She mumbled miserably, eyes brimming with fresh tears.
She just wanted the whirlwind of emotions to STOP... by any means necessary. It all... SEEMED logical to her.
Girls were an illogical species, he concluded, and he was just trapped in the vortex.
Lips pursed and quivering, he leaned against the hallway wall before sliding down to sit. Idiot, he was an idiot, screwed everything up just by existing and now Sasha hated him and this was why he couldn't have nice things.
Someone was shouting down the hallway about Dakota, but it went in one ear and out the other. She was a woman of misery and cramps and back issues.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:48 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 3:02 pm
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Hooray, maybe by the end of the day, s/he would be able to not only work on a second Tesseract in peace, but also raid all the chocolate in the trainee common rooms: Mark(elle) knew those unsuspecting trainees left it there all the time, thinking noone would take the, those naive fools.
Just to make sure, you know, that everyone got the point across that it was totally not his fault, (s)he took the second to send a very inconspicuous text to every single person on the Island.
As a second thought, Mark(elle) pinged a second text.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 3:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 3:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 3:44 pm
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