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 Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 10:38 pm
xmedigel Text to beanstalk: im surprised omain hasnt bittne ur head off yet Quote: Text to beanstalk: u off duties yet Quote: Text to beanstalk: mhat abont now
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 10:47 pm
Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:No. Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:Still not. Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:Stop bothering me I'll ******** let you know.
He took a look in the mirror. The bruises on his jaw, now starting to turn a nasty green, looked wonderfully familiar.Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:I'm out. Not really ready to people though.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 10:51 pm
Quote: Text to beanstalk: sumthing happen?
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 10:59 pm
He looked at himself in the mirror (count the contusions, mark where they lie) until he couldn't stand it anymore. Then he turned the coffee maker on and let it warm up.
Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:Lot of s**t happened thanks to you. But I pissed people off as usual. It's a wonder I'm still alive.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 11:29 pm
Quote: Text to beanstalk: wait u were [ deleted ] Quote: Text to beanstalk: bruh its my job to fuq up Quote: Text to beanstalk: who u piss of this tiwe?
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 11:40 pm
Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:Creedy. Chris had a go before I broght him to visit too. Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:Brought* Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:Have a few bruises and cuts, nothing major.
The coffee maker was ready. Jack leaned over, slid his Jack Sparrow mug into the slot, popped in Gloria Jean's Hazelnut Coffee, and hit the button.Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:For a guy who couldn't hit 20 shadows, he hits like a damn truck. Guess it runs in your family.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 11:50 pm
She felt a strange swell of pride fill at the mention of Chris kicking Jack's a**.Quote: Text to beanstalk: did u at least get a good boob punch in on peyton Quote: Text to beanstalk: need me 2 play sexy nurse?
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 12:02 am
Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:No and no.
Ding! Coffee ready.
"Many thanks," he murmured to the machine, patting it like a pet before he picked his mug up. He blew on it several times and dared a sip, burning his lips; practically part of the ritual now. Gingerly he set it on the little tabletop by his bed.
Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:Wasn't an even fight, b***h is a full hunter now and called punching me part of her "training". She'll get what's coming to her one day.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 12:42 am
Quote: Text to beanstalk: lol u fukn drama queen Quote: Text to beanstalk: ill avenge u batman Quote: Text to beanstalk: hey daggrs r kiuda like swords ya?
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 12:51 am
He sighed and remembered why he shouldn't divulge anything personal to Chel of all people, even vaguely vengeful threats: everything became a joke. Maybe the reaction in and of itself was another symptom of being a drama queen, but he found himself growing closed off again, which was surprising since that meant he had unconsciously been ready to spill more.Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:Close enough. Shorter range obviously so some tactics have to change. Not my sphere of knowledge.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 12:54 am
It was a joke, but only because Chel only knew how to talk in jokes. However, she hadn't merely forgotten it, which was the sin of joke telling. It would be brought up at a later time.Quote: Text to beanstalk: would it make u feel bettr 2 kick my a**? need practice w/ dumb runix at sum pt
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 1:02 am
Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:For once, no it wouldn't. I just got out of the infirmary and knowing my luck you'd just send me back there. Someone's already mad I didn't go there after the Chris fight since it made the recovery after the Creedy one harder. Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:I'm not fully recovered anyway, you wouldn't get anything out of it except the joy of stabbing a guy who's already halfway to becoming tenderized meat.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 1:07 am
Quote: Text to beanstalk: i know im rly not the person 2 b sayiug this Quote: Text to beanstalk: but take care of urself Quote: Text to beanstalk: er ill ttyt. sry. get bettr pls. here if u need it. i hope.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 1:32 am
She was right, the request was laughable.Quote: Text to Coffee b***h No. 1:I'm fine, worry about your self first.
He grabbed a book off the shelf, drank his hazelnut, and used the rest of the day to relax, knowing he'd sleep uncomfortably one way or another. That night, it was in various ways rather than just the one.
Jack woke up in a sweat at 3:24am and immediately went for the runic dagger that wasn't under his pillow. His frantic search knocked the Jack Sparrow mug off his nightstand, and the sound of it breaking triggered him into a stand still aside from his audible pants; the coffee maker was on the edge as well. It took him a few moments to remember as always: room, bed, sheets, mug. Broken mug. Ian's gift while he was away. More shards to worry about. Least there was no wasted coffee or horsemen lurking around to fiddle things that needed no fiddling.
He shuffled like a zombie out of bed, rubbing his face down and then up to get the plastered bangs from his eyes. Grumbling to himself, he pulled a broom and dust pan out of the closet and got to work, his body heavy and aching. The second the floor was cleared (every few seconds thinking to himself about the glass they had tweezed out of his hand and what the looks would have been like if he had come back with ceramic in his feet this time), Jack collapsed onto his bed and groaned as his bruises flared up.
He slept through his 6am alarm and would continue sleeping until the early afternoon, or until his phone buzzed with a message.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 1:41 am
Unlike Jack, Chel didn't have the fortune of sleeping that night. She got two pathetic hours towards 9 or 10, and the rest was spent with her eyes cracked open, blearily aware of the reddish light emitting from the left side of her body.
She waited as long as she could.Quote: Text to beanstalk: feeliug ne bettr?
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