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 Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 12:29 am
After receiving an undeserved asskicking (it was very deserved, considering she'd stolen a girl's clothing whilst she was in the shower- because it was funny of course- only to discover the girl had a very large girlfriend, and then the two girls had kicked her a**), she retired to the infirmary. It was by choice. She didn't need to be fixed up, of course not. Patching up was reserved for sissies and babies, and Chel was not either of those things. It was a choice, and she had chosen to have the lifers baby her scratches and bruises.
Her eyes locked with the empty chair in the room. Each cube shaped room had one exactly like it, as was protocol, but hers lay empty for now as she had no visitors and the moon and life on duty had left her be for a momentary reprieve while they did whatever it was that lifers did behind their secretive doors.
She wondered if anyone was fixing him too.
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Cold. Even as her skin broke the surface, it was cold. The air whipping around made the ice around her feet that much more unbearable- the wind effect, wasn't it call that? It didn't matter.
Antartica was no place for her to be right now. She was optimized for deserts. Jungles. Her coat had lost its sleeves for a reason. Now she faced pink squares sinking into the depths of the ocean. It wouldn't be an odd place to die.
A hand met with hers, dragging her limp body out of the water. "Are you ******** crazy? There was no way you had a shot. No way."
The s**t-eating grin came as an afterthought, the rough edge to her voice was an echo. There was an emptiness in her face until these post-cognitive reactions came to fruition. "Nah, I had 'em. 'Course I had 'em! Just slipped. Accident. Yeah."
"Pendant out, Craft. You're done."
Shoulders hunched and disappointed, she complied.
She wondered if he feared death too.
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Her head knocked against her bedframe, slapping itself against the white shelving like it always did because she was too quick to settle in. "Ow Jesus ********>." It was a yelp, a kneejerk. She hissed and held her head, groaning at her misfortune, but using the opportunity to lay down. A paper cup sat on her nightstand.
Why had she gotten coffee? She hated coffee. It was part of her schedule- a routine she'd grown used to. Perhaps accidental muscle memory then.
< Why go to such lengths to remind yourself of Jack? It is pointless. >
I'm not doin' it for that.
< I have reminded you 274 times that I can tell if you are lying due to my occupation of your parietal lobe. >
Because sometimes I like thinking about Beanstalk. Why the ******** do you ask if you already know you piece of s**t. That's ******** manipulative. ******** you.
A strange silence hung between the two, neither one really wanting to acknowledge the elephant in the room. Rather, Chel didn't want to acknowledge the elephant. Tenebrae was aware, but uninterested in the altercations unfolding. To Tenebrae, it was yet another element that was going to get her killed, and he would prevent that unless Jack was beneficial. At this point it was entirely unclear which was beneficial and which was detrimental, as Chel refused to move forward or backwards.
< I was merely allowing you to ventilate, as psychological processes of your mind seem to indicate that- >
The keychain was tossed onto the ground.
Silence.
Peace.
She assumed this was peace. After all, she'd never felt it.
Chel stood up and threw the coffee out of the window to her room. She hoped it would hit someone below. At least it would be something to do.
She wondered if he erased things too.
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I’m still alive so don’t ******** celebrate
The news came like fireworks. She expected the explosion of sparks, she waited for the fuse to burn down, but when it erupted it was marvelous nonetheless.
Jack was alive.
medigel Text To Jack: IM CELEBRATING
Her first text was naive, impulsive. It was a gut reaction to a simple set of letters. Her exact twitch was to respond in negatives; he told her not to celebrate, she would. Rebellion.
medigel Text to Jack: r u ok? do u have cool battle scars now?
The second continued childishness. At its heart, perhaps, it was good, but in its current form it was not to be trusted. It had a lulling simplicity to it, one that was stepping dangerously close to-
medigel Text to Jack: come home safe pls. still have food 2 make. ive been practicing. im rly good now.
medigel Text to Jack: well finn said it was good anyways
medigel Text to Jack: i missed u man u-
Click. Deleted.
Click. Deleted..
The phone was shoved back into her pocket, Chel repeating to herself what a nuisance it was. She was in the middle of training and he was just TEXTING her. The audacity. What a pain. A pain in the a**. A royal pain in the a**.
Her nose scrunched, the bridge between her eyes wrinkling in disparity. It was only a text, and it was only an arrow in the eye socket of the training dummy in front of her. The plastic texture bent under her arrow, and it pleased her.
< Have you heard word from Shun? >
No, he has no way of contacting me. You know that. Her voice was a growl, even in her mind.
< It seemed optimal to change your thoughts, as they were diluting your accuracy approximately 3.0980285%. >
She wondered if he got lost in thought too.
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Chel had finally resolved to acknowledging the problem at hand. It was hardly a long term solution, but texting Finn a joke made her feel satisfaction enough to lift the corner of her mouth. She wondered if Finn saw fireworks too.
No, she hoped not. It was a private show.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 6:03 pm
chiickadee Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:And you're dyslexic what else is new. Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:No scars, just sunburns. Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:Good to hear you're being a good wife b***h while I'm out though, keep up the good work.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 6:13 pm
medigel Text to Jack: pics or it didnt happne Quote: Text to Jack: i think i am more like sexy lady on the side of ur real wife finn Quote: Text to Jack: [ picture attachment of full hunter rank coat ] but does ur wife ahve THIS???????????
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 6:28 pm
chiickadee Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:I'll swap you for a photo of your tits. Serious offer. Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:Still don't get why you think he's anyone's wife jesus christ. Wife beater maybe but not mine. Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:Well if he did he hasn't sent me his gloating message yet. Congrats I guess. What did you do, blow s**t up?
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 8:16 pm
To which thing she was responding was unknown, but sure enough a few minutes later and there was another text.Quote: Text to Jack: [ Picture that won't be described on gaia ] netx time give me a challehge bro
Congrats I guess.
Congrats I guess.
Congrats I guess.
Congrats I guess.Quote: Text to Jack: me n chris jnst looked at dumb portals. stuck some daggers in the ground. try not 2 b 2 imprezzed.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 8:23 pm
xxchiickadee Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:Wow really? I was expecting something more exciting. I take back my congrats that's nothing at all. Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. ******** class="clear"> Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:But thanks for the titties I was feeling oh so lonely.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 8:36 pm
medigel Text to Jack: the sad thing is i agree w/ u 4 once. i heard rep killed a grandma or some s**t. was expectihg to be ripped in half 4 my promo or somethin.
Congrats I guess.Quote: Text to Jack: omg we match Quote: Text to Jack: is that a beard? Quote: Text to Jack: yw lol. ur always welcome to the real thing lol (;
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 8:46 pm
chiickadee Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:No. Lazy shaving. Found a razor here but its ******** hot and the mirror keeps fogging up. Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:What kind of portals did you look at anyway? Messed up s**t like last mission?
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 8:49 pm
medigel Text to Jack: fogging up cuz ur foineeeee heyo Quote: Text to Jack: ummm lots of memory tripz. more like the time w/ excalibnr n merls. Quote: Text to Jack: want me 2 give u the mission report? chris wrote mine so it shluod b easier 2 read. i just sighed it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 9:04 pm
chiickadee Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:Flattery will get you everywhere except in my pants. Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:No I dont wan Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:If Chris wrote it than ok. Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:Were they actual memories or alternate universes or both?
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 9:14 pm
medigel Text to Jack: actual memories Quote: Text to Jack: wait i didnt evn ask where da fuq u been
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 9:20 pm
chiickadee Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:I didn't tell you? Sahara, long a** shift time. LEader doesn't even have a pinpoint on our ETA back home. I have a feeling I got the short end of the stick forsome experimental protracted and glorified pest control time. Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:Currently investigating a base where everyone disappeared. No sign of struggle just a few anomalies in the reports. Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:Everyone here sucks.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 9:23 pm
medigel Text to Jack: y wonld the great beanstalk tell me anything Quote: Text to Jack: sry u got a shitty team tho. i bet i would make it better rite rite Quote: Text to Jack: is there any1 bangworthy??
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 9:28 pm
chiickadee Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:To pass the time and b***h and moan at someone who'll let me. Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:Only one worthy is currently trying to read my texts. Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:Hey is this code or something because she said my hair looks sexy pushed back and then laughed when I told her sure why not
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 9:36 pm
medigel Text to Jack: wat pics pls ask 4 3sum Quote: Text to Jack: omfg jack its mean girls ur so ******** dumb sometimes. well watch it when u get back. Quote: Text to Jack: tell her theres a 30% chance that its already sunny. trust me pls.
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