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 Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 10:56 am
He was feeling better since his talk with Jordan. Not... altogether better, but better in spirits, at least. Escapement, perhaps. He had finished and turned in his report. he had practiced his guitar. He had practiced his uke. A text was sent to Sasha, letting her know he was awake and alright, and sat on the bed to quietly tend to cleaning Roar's quills while waiting for her to return.
They needed to talk.
He hoped she was alright.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 8:48 am
Jerry would receive a text in return. Quote: Text to Jerry: I'll be back soon. With Clerise.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 10:48 pm
Jerry read the text and relaxed a bit, glancing around the room again. He supposed he could look into getting his jacket cleaned. It looked unsalvagable. Staring too long sent his stomach into knots. He texted back: pinchmonster Text to Sasha: Will be here. He supposed he could go get something to eat or maybe some coffee, but he didn't feel like venturing out just yet. Maybe she'd like some tea? He added quickly: pinchmonster Text to Sasha: Do you know how soon? Was going to get coffee, can bring u tea if u want (: <3
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 7:16 am
There was a long stretch of time that passed before a second text was sent. Bilious Text to Jerry: Not 2 much longer. Go get u coffee. Will be back shortly.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 9:50 am
He hoped she was alright. She sounded alright- and by sounded he meant read, and by alright he meant coherent. Coffee. Right. And some tea for her. She'd like that. It would be nice. See? He was being functional, and ran off to make it all so.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:24 pm
Sasha wasn't sure how she was feeling after the morning's events. Interacting with Rep had her feeling shattered and broken, pulled apart and twisted. Her adrenaline had finally settled to a more comfortable level, and even still Sasha was feeling shaky and hyped up. It was a disconcerting and alien way to feel.
A nap. A nap sounded good. A nap might get her head straight.
Setting the flute on the bedside table, Sasha tossed her jacket over the nearby chair, toed off her shoes and promptly collapsed on the bed.
Sleep wasn't coming.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:30 pm
It didn't take very long before the door was nudged open, and Jerry- looking still in need of a shave and a grooming but at least in a clean jumpsuit and both of his shoes on properly- shifted his way in carefully as he balanced two steaming mugs.
"Ah... y-you're back! Good... good timing- er... I didn't wake you, did I?" He smiled weakly as he shuffled his way to the bedside, setting the mugs down to cool. "I brought you tea..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:45 pm
"No."
Her voice was dull, raspy. Sasha knew she'd be sore; she wasn't one to spend hours hacking on a training dummy, but that was precisely what she'd done for the majority of the day.
"I just got back, actually."
She stoically watched him set the mugs on the table before lifting her gaze to meet his.
"Thank you. I hope you didn't worry when you woke up?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:50 pm
"N... well, for a moment, hahaha, but I found your note so-" His expression wavered between an unsure smile and a look of guilt as he shifted to sit on the bed beside her, "I'm... I'm feeling better now. I.. Idm sorry for before I think.. I think I was just still in shock and um. I'm sorry. You didn't need to come back to that."
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 9:09 am
"I'm.. glad. That you're feeling better. That's.. that's good."
She cleared her throat.
"I went to the training fields. Rep. We. I guess he... well. The doctor sent him to me." Sasha's lips formed a flat, harsh line. "He has to have my permission to equip himself with runics. It appears that he's been cuffed."
She rose from the bed, that restless feeling creeping up on her again. Sasha moved around the room as she spoke, arms crossed over her chest.
"He can't summon Tracey. He has this.. this weak little shield and that's it."
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 11:40 am
Jerry tensed as he lifted the mug of tea to offer it to her, nearly spilling the hot beverage on his lap, "Rep... spoke to you?" He had trouble even saying the name, even after his talk with Jordan. His stomach twisted, "You denied him, right? The permission?" It was slightly relieving to hear that there HAD been punishment.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 10:56 am
Sasha paused and gave Jerry a look. It was probably a pretty familiar look by now.
"Of course I denied him. I mean," she shook her head when he offered the tea.
"I told him that I needed time to think. He wouldn't stop talking, even when I asked him to leave, Jerry. Just.. he wouldn't stop. I hurt him."
She clenched her jaw.
"He finally left when I threatened to cut out his tongue."
That was hard to admit.
"I was just so angry when I came home and saw you and... I .. I don't know. I don't know what happened."
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 11:04 am
Jerry bit his tongue, the guilty look returning as he gently set the mug back down again to pick his own coffee and take a tentative sip. "He's an idiot. I probably would have killed him." He tried to sound casual, but there was seriousness in his voice. "I've had enough of his.. his bulls**t."
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 11:11 am
Sasha chewed on her lip briefly. She wanted to tell him everything - how she'd felt when she'd rested Nona's blades along Rep's neck, the surge of uncontrollable rage. While not unwarranted, it had been unexpected - and it had taken a lot of self-control not to end his miserable life then and there.
"He tried to use my flute as collateral," she almost-growled, "but I got it back. I told him he had to apologize to you. I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't know what.. how to make this work so that.. I mean."
Sasha made a frustrated noise as she sat beside Jerry on the bed once more.
"So that I come out on top and I don't have to worry about him messing things up again - because this time, it's my neck on the line."
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 11:17 am
He drew in a deep breath, shifting on the bed so he could slip an arm around her shoulders, "I don't like how he gets to me. I don't like how he gets his jollies off being a total jerk. But... there are bigger things out there than his... his insane retardation. You don't owe him anything." His lips pursed, "I'm... I'm sorry about the flute. I had an opportunity to... to try to get it back from him but i had hoped.... I had hoped he'd do the right thing, you know? That apparently was beyond him"
And then he went and...
No. Rep was insane. Crazier than even Jerry and that was saying something. "If we let him get under our skin, he wins." It was easier to say it now that the shock had worn off.
"I don't know if I've ever really hated someone before. Not like I hate him." He sounded troubled by it. "I locked myself in here because... I knew i couldn't trust myself to not.... It would be so easy to just blast his face off, you know? Be done with the problem easily." He was thinking like Simon, and that worried him.
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