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 Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 6:16 pm
America ran through the dorm hallways, racing against a non-existent clock. She passed the door to 112 and then quickly doubled back, an idea written clear across her features. She bumped blindly into the closed door, hard, until her hand reached to turn the knob in an action she did not register. Briskly, the girl approached the man inside, hands reaching for him, expression full of determined intent.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 6:29 pm
Startled out of the intent note-poring-over he'd been involved in, Taym wheeled in his chair.
"What's gotten into you?" he demanded. His brain--maybe helped along by Fiona who'd fallen back on a series of increasingly-dry mocking comments lately--tossed up a suggested reason for her sudden arrival and it was pleasant but it wasn't how he wanted things to go so he wasn't sure whether he hoped he was right or hoped he was wrong but he didn't have much time to think about it anyway.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 6:38 pm
She didn't hear him and didn't respond as her hands gripped his shoulders. Suddenly she glanced up, staring at something distant, and her motions gained an urgency as she tried to remove his coat. While not violent, America was also not at all gentle, touching him without consideration or the usual affection that she held for him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 6:48 pm
Baffled, bemused, and torn somewhere between irritation and relief, he submitted to her silent demands for about a half a second. "What the ********?" he demanded indignantly, trying half-heartedly to push her away and getting for his trouble redoubled efforts. He opted for sarcasm, as he often did: "This isn't how I thought this would go and you also," he pointed out, obligingly pulling his arm out of a sleeve for her because trying to stop America from doing anything was like trying to smack a hurricane on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper for all the good it did, "you left the door open, and like, I can respect your, uh, pride, or whatever, but--"
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 7:04 pm
Finally freeing him of her prize, America quickly scanned Taym over, eyes fixing at his waist. Bending down, she reached into his pants pockets, searching for something. "C'mon, c'mon," she muttered impatiently. "I know you're packing, a*****e."
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 7:33 pm
An extremely undignified noise (some might have called it a "yelp") more or less leaped out of Taym's mouth, and he peevishly tried to fight her hands away before her comment stunned him into a half-second of jaw-dropped silence that descended into rapid-fire gibbering. "I'm ******** flattered by whoever supplied that particular bit of apocryphal intelligence but I want to opt out of this category of HOT note," he informed her, curling up and ineffectually batting her hands away and looking pathetically like a toddler subjected to sudden tickling, save for the genuine terror on his face. "This is not information--" another yelp "--for public consumption, if you want to know you need to go about it the conventional way--woman! You've lost your ******** mind." All he had in his pockets were a mostly-gone pack of smokes, a Zippo, and a forgotten ballpoint pen.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 7:41 pm
Taking the pen out she lifted it up to the light with a smirk that turned grimly serious. "Not a hunter at all, for all the good this did you."
She looked around the room once more and then rushed over to the bed and gathered the up the blanket. Coat and bedding bundled in her arms, America rushed out of the room, grabbing his deer decoration as she went. By the time she was in the hallway, the girl was sprinting down the hall toward the dorm building's doors.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 7:56 pm
"What the ******** do you mean I'm not a hunter? Is that some kind of Sun/Moon desk work jab against my division beca--hey," he finished, helplessly watching her abscond with his things but too relieved at the sudden cessation of her roaming hands to stop her. The lull that followed her exit was something like the pause after a car wreck in which all the survivors took breathless inventory of their limbs. Dumbfounded, Taym stared at the open door, and then at his stripped bed, and then at the bare spot on the windowsill where the little plastic deer should have been. It was not Taym that broke the silence. Fiona did, bemused, with uncharacteristic bluntness: I like her more, sir, every day.
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