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 Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 3:16 pm
With all the commotion going on, it was actually quite easy for her to get Mark back to deck 8 so he could rest, and hopefully wake up soon. Still practically dragging him into the room, she dropped him onto the bed, while she moved to take up a spot on a nearby chair. "This is exactly what I meant about drinking too much Mark!" Though, she supposed she was partly to blame for not having limited him when paying for the booze.
Folding her arms, she drummed her fingers, waiting for any sign that the death assistant would wake soon. If not, she would find the closest pitcher of water and dump it on him.
And just what was going on on deck 7? She had heard the screams, but was too preoccupied with this current problem to go and investigate. "Mark, if you don't wake soon, I'll mail you bits and pieces of Hulk Jr."
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 9:45 pm
Deep in the abyss of nothingness, Mark heard a word. It sounded like-
Hulk Junior.
HULK JUNIOR WAS IN DANGER!
The Death assist sat bolt upright, and then immediately regretted his decision, making an agonized expression as he put both hands to his head. "Ow, what hit me?" He fell back down on the chair. "Did you get the number of that truck?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 10:01 pm
Startled, Kat leaned back and away from Mark as he suddenly bolted up. Once he had settled back down, she regained her posture. "Well, if you mean the truck that hit you? That was all in your head. I'm afraid the floor is what takes the credit for your new bump of knowledge." She paused. "I did warn you that drinking that much alcohol was a bad idea. But now that you're awake," She gestured for him to stay put as she fished a small bottle of water out of her bag. "drink."
Thrusting the bottle towards him, she expected him to drink every last drop. The next thing she handed him, was a bottle of advil - something that was always good to have on hand. "You need to be thinking straight when going back out there."
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 10:07 pm
Mark squinted at the Advil bottle, took out an extra two pills, just in case, and swallowed them all, giving an extremely unregal belch.
"Did- did I win?" since Kat, surprisingly, seemed to be catering, he went into dramatics, "Owww ohhh my head! What pain! Woe is me! If only there was someone who could help me lessen this pain by helping me in minion tasks....
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 10:17 pm
A little surprised that he was actually willing to take the bottle of water and advil without questioning if it was poisoned or even spewing random gibberish about her being evil. Though, she wasn't at all surprised by the performance of the belch. Slow clapping, she simply shook her head. "Classy."
To the question about him winning.. "Mmmm... weeeell.. if you consider leaving a small dent in the floor winning..?" It was actually quite a scene. It was a shame she hadn't caught it on tape.
Folding her arms, Kat gave the death assistant a level stare. "If you're trying to get me to help you, calling it 'minion tasks' is not the way to go about it you know? In any case, what is it you're wanting?"
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