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the late shift

Finn nodded, coming to the conclusion that it was, indeed, the same Hel he had met twice before. And with that thought now firmly in mind, he had to wonder how often she stalked those haunted house halls and just why exactly she did so. She had, however, asked him a lot of questions the first time they had met, so that might have been a bit of a clue.

"Don't worry, she kicked my a** too. Twice. I think we're about due for round three." Especially since he was full hunter now, he actually felt like he might stand a chance.

"She asked me a few questions, and I asked her some as well. A little tit for tat. I asked her to send a message to a horsemen for me, one I believe you may remember quite vividly, though this was before you met that dumb b***h. She asked me for my eye patch in return...and I gave it to her." He shrugged, not finding this to be all that alarming. She was, as he had said, fairly reasonable.

"I honestly saw no reason for hostility with her, considering she seemed fairly intelligent if not a bit boisterous."

In a small way, Finn was glad to hear she had kicked Chance's a**. Not because he thought the other man deserved it, but because he thought it would be a shame if anybody hurt her. He liked her. She was fun. But then again, Chance was in the infirmary, so she was also, apparently, quite dangerous.

Hrm. What a conundrum this was.

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Felicia flashed him a double thumbs up, mouth full of cookie. Hell, hand full of cookie too. Somehow, she managed.

After swallowing hastily, she bobbed her head in a nod. "It's not s-so bad. Used to help a friend. I'm t-terrible, though, f-find someone with a pro ability. Mimsy, m-maybe." It might sound like she was saying Maebe, which, wouldn't be entirely the worst thing. She did have dyed hair.

"Huh. C-cool! I mean, uh." She looked briefly apologetic. "Not cool that you g-got creamed. But I like knowing the b-bestiary, you know?"

Attentively, Felicia listened to Chance, making mental notes of everyone he mentioned. "It's soooo t-true. Who woke you up? F-family did for me, but I can say w-without weirdness Dwight's pretty okay. That n-nerd aesthetic. Who w-woke you up? Not met Claude yet, or Leslie. Will have to ogle f-for. You know. Research. B-big fan of Maebe's look too, b-but I'm a sucker for that classical k-kinda beauty."

She sighed wistfully. It was neat, though: both her and chance seemed to have a mutual appreciation of, well. Anyone.

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Chance made a face. "That sounds revolting," he said cheerfully. "I'm definitely not sure I would want to run into one of those, so the next time one of them comes poking around, you'll make sure to take care of it for me, right Oliver?"

He beamed at the other young man in a totally innocent sort of way.

the late shift


He gave Finn a sidelong glance that clearly said that he was glad that even as a full Hunter, Hel had managed to do some damage. Chance relaxed a little into his bed, idly toying with a stray thread that was sticking up out of his sheets and listened to Finn talk.

He winced a little. "Yes, I vividly recall a Horseman," said Chance, a little dryly. "But she wasn't exactly hostile with me. I think I might have just annoyed her a bit with my personality, or maybe she just found it amusing to toy with me. I think that was definitely in the cards as well."

Chance shifted a little, flinching at the uncomfortable pressure in his chest, and turned his head to look sideways at Finn.

"She was relatively interesting, I will admit. I did, however, stab her in the hand, so she's probably not my biggest fan right now."

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Peyton was grinning at him, a mischievous, playful little curl of lips that sat well on delicate features as she smoothed her palms along her thighs. "Maybe a little charm," she relented, and it was her turn to wink.

He smiled, she lifted her hands in a gesture of surrender, small shoulders coming up in a shrug. "Oh no, you've figured me out." Feigned disappointment, it wasn't at all convincing, but she wasn't trying to be, either. "Maybe I am." Small fingers came up to rest against the side of her cheek, elbow on the arm of the chair. "Is it working?"

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He just gave Finn a look that he usually reserved for Claude, darkly amused and exasperated all at once.

"I don't make enemies of every non-living creature," he said indignantly. "Just the ones that I don't like, or maybe they smell funny."

A smirk touched Chance's lips.

"Zero," he deadpanned. "As for pain, maybe a five or so, six if I laugh too much."

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"Yes, that's the one," he said, snapping his fingers together and looking faintly amused at the mention of Zoolander posters, even if he hadn't seen the movie that they were actually from. "He's an interesting guy, but seems a bit too in on himself sometimes. Some people like that, though."

A laugh escaped him. "Claude's a lady," said Chance, eyes twinkling in amusement. "She's pretty badass - you should meet her sometime, though be warned, she doesn't talk so much."

An understatement at best. Chance ate another cookie. "America's got some ******** fantastic hair," he said, his mouth full of deliciousness. "Well, and from what I've seen, a really appealing personality as well.

He gave Felicia a nod. "Basically, what it comes down to, is that this island is full of very attractive people."