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 Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 9:49 pm
It was either really bad or horribly pathetic that she missed Finn as much as she did already. And it wasn't as if he was going to be gone for a while. Just a few nights camping. Ugh that was totally pathetic, wasn't it? She still wasn't used to having... well, a relationship and someone to call hers. Was it a normal thing to feel so clingy? Especially when it was a new thing?
Fini found herself stopping by his room more than once, 'checking' on it like she'd promised, hoping that maybe he'd be back early. She knew better, but still couldn't help but look.
:: Jackdamn! You really are pathetic. :: The varcolac informed her unhelpfully. He was getting way too much amusement out of this.
Groaning and flopping back on her bed, Fini held her phone up in the air, staring at it. Currently the device was turned off, since she didn't have much battery left. But every now and then she'd turn it on to check for messages. Biting her lip, she debated on turning it on again. And then she was clicking and holding the power button, watching the phone come to life.
No new messages. Vashi just laughed at her.
"Oh shut up!" She growled, about to turn off the phone when she paused. Okay she really needed something to do. And she'd already trained a good portion of the morning. Who could she bug...
Not really sure why he came to mind first, but a evil little smile curling her lips, Fini texted Jack.Ol-j-man Text to Jack: Hey Giant! Come keep me company~ Room 184.
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 7:51 am
Jack had been in the middle of compiling some data of what he had thus far understood about Halloween geography. Which was to say, it could be a little insane sometimes. As he was making note of the fact that sometimes the literal land could be a living, breathing thing, his phone went off. Normally taking only a cursory glance while working, he paused when he saw who it was from.
(( You always seem to jump to sex as a conclusion these days . . . ))
Can you really blame me? It didn't particularly matter to him that Finn was in a relationship with her, however he wasn't interested in indulging secret liaisons so early in his Deus career. Well, unless Fini was persuasive.
Shutting his binder closer, Jack stashed it neatly in his desk before locking his room up and heading over. The faster he saw what was up, the faster he could get back to work. At the door he gave three sharp raps.
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 1:49 pm
:: Is this really 'wise', precious? :: Vashi grumbled after the text had been sent. :: You know.... Finn... will not be so thrilled. :: Okay so he was attempting to call that little s**t by his name. Because there was no getting around the fact he was his Fini's boilfriend.
Fini just grinned at the fact he'd used Finn's name. "Wise? Probably not. It's not like we're doing anything. Just hanging out." And maybe doing a little room remodeling. That was safe enough, right?!
:: Your funeral. ::
"Hey, I think I owe him a little payback. Or something. Hell, I don't know! But I did promise to add a bit of color to the room." And who better to get into trouble with then Jack? See? She totally knew what she was getting in to. And it wasn't like she was going to do anything drastic. ******** that! She really didn't have a death wish. Aside from being a hunter anyways.
The sharp raps on the door had her bouncing over to said door, opening it and looking... up. "Hi Jack!" Way too cheerful. Definitely not to be trusted. She stepped back, waving him in while she moved back to her bed where a bundle of sheets was neatly folded on top of it. Her room itself was neat and tidy with splashes of color here and there added for a personal touch, like a tiny lamp on her desk, and of course, her comforter set.
"So I hope you're not busy cause I was thinking," she turned to give him the most angelic look she could muster, "About that date you'd mentioned us supposedly having at some point. So this is me cashing in on that. Want to help me decorate Finn's room?"
Yeah. She was totally a little minx.
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 11:20 pm
Not trusting at all, nope. "Yo," he greeted lazily, glancing about her room as he ducked in. His investigation of the comforter set in particular was put on pause as Fini laid out her idea directly (as any good conversation should), and his brows raised with amusement. "A date in another guy's room?" he asked, his mouth tugging into a wry smile. "Aright then. Had something specific in mind, or is this an impromptu get in and get out job? How much time do we have?"
No questions as to why or how Fini had come across the urge to mess with Finnicky's room. He was all for stirring up trouble--even if the consequences were going to be dire later on. Besides, if Jack was stuck at the butt end of a bet anyway, why not balance it out? It wasn't like the Lifer got to "have fun" often.
Kyrieko oh god I hope this post makes sense im so tiredddd
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 12:58 pm
"Yeah, yeah, I know. A little cliche." She said airily at mention of a 'date' in another dude's room. But that wry smile that appeared had her giving the other man a devilish smile. Especially with him agreeing. Hell yeah! She'd known Jack would be the perfect one to help her out in this. "Perfect~" She purred, gesturing around her room as he asked his questions.
"Nothing much beyond moving things around a bit and adding this," she pointed at the sheets folded on her bed, "to his bed. Plus, whatever you can find in here that would add a dash of color to his room we can take." And then there was a truly evil little look about her face. "Oh we've got plenty of time, Jackie. He's on that camping trip. Still got a full day left."
"So, I'm open to any suggestions that you might have?" So long as it didn't ensure their instant death upon the moon trainees return, she could agree with it. And nothing involving major changes.
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 8:18 am
"Jack," he corrected her, trying to curb the nickname before people decided it has "stuck". "I'll also take Jackass."
So, a full day to plan out madness . . . He glanced at her sheets for a moment before giving Fini a wry look. "You want to move your sheets onto his bed. How terrifying," he deadpanned before shaking his head. "If that's the sort of thing you've been planning, then it's a good thing you called me in, Scarface. Give me an inventory of what you have and we'll go from there. Preferably looking for things like . . . Oh, I don't know what you girls have nowadays. Glitter, lipstick, markers, tape, duct tape, a fog horn, hairballs, trash, yarn . . ."
He was scratching his chin thoughtfully. "If only we had working printers and some internet . . ."
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 12:56 pm
She just gave him a sly little look, one that clearly said he probably could expect to hear that nickname used again. Especially if she was pissed off at him. "Fine, Jackass." For now, though, Fini stuck with the usual one she tended to call him.
Unless he was quick to step to the side, Jack would find himself getting smacked in the arm - because really that was all she could easily reach, goddamn giant! - before Fini huffed at him. "No! That was the nice bit of the whole ordeal. Adding a bit of color." She paused. "Or, to be more exact, the excuse I needed to decorate his room a bit?" Yeah. And dig her own grave. Again. She didn't even say anything at his little nickname for her. Though if anyone else ever called her that, they'd probably get their a** kicked.
Pursing her lips slightly, she stood beside Jack as she surveyed her own room, considering what all she had to use. "Sorry, I'm not that girly. No glitter or lipstick." Moving towards her closet, she pulled out a little box that was typically hidden away in the corner. Fishing through it she pulled out a almost completely dry set of markers (Crayola brand), tape, and a small baggy full of hair accessories she'd never worn. All of this was handed off to Jack as she moved to the tiny little bookcase at the end of her bed.
"No printers or internet... but what about... magazines?" She held one of said magazines up for Jack's inspection. It was definitely not something she needed. And was pretty sure it was Allan's or Mark's that had gotten tossed into her winnings bag from the tournament.
"Hmm... sadly, there's not much in stock at the moment since portals have been down for so long." Fini glanced towards her closet again. "Could use some of my clothes too, I guess." Yes, Jack. She definitely needed your help. And so wasn't going down by herself. Finn could kill them both instead!
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 11:12 pm
There we go, good girl.
Too lazy to move, he let her slap his arm and gave her a wry grin. "None at all? Shame," he lamented as he took on what Fini gave him, examining the hair accessories inquisitively. At least she was lucky that he didn't mind getting killed by this endeavor--really, it was almost a dream of his to be murdered in retaliation for something he had done, if only to say that he mattered enough for it.
"Let's see . . . I can work with magazines if you have tape," Jack said. "Although glue would piss him off more--leaves residue on the walls, not to mention whatever of the page gets left behind. What were you thinking about your clothes?"
Pause.
". . . Did you want to switch out his wardrobe?"
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