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 Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 5:05 pm
One day, out of no where, Maebe would find a tower of Jenga blocks sitting outside of her door, meticulously stacked, as if the box around it had simply been cut off.
Whoever had left them there hadn't bothered to knock.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 5:19 pm
Maebe did not expect a tower of Jenga outside of her doorstep when she opened her door next, so she predictably walked right into it, and crashed the entire tower down with her foot. When she realized what it was, and consequently who it was from (it had to be Jenga, didn't it Ripley?) she gathered them all up carefully in her bedsheet, walked over to his room, and dumped them unceremoniously on the floor at his doorstep.
The bedsheet returned with her.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 5:34 pm
Seeing as he didn't quite live in his room right now, it took Ripley a day to come across the unceremonious mess out side of his door. He stared at it for a moment, then looked up and down the hallway. He had two choices, really.
The one he chose was obvious as he gathered up the pieces and spent a whole three minutes putting the tower back together outside of her room, in the same meticulous way he had before.
Except this time, it was missing one piece, which he had taken back to Finn's with him in his pocket.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 5:46 pm
There were good days, and there were bad days. The first time she'd found the Jenga blocks, she'd found it whimsical. The second time, however, she'd just finished falling down a spiral of self hate that only could have been provided by Lawr. She was in no mood for games.
Ripley's Jenga game was left in front of his door step again, in the form of a pile of smoldering ashes.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 6:35 pm
He happened upon the smouldering ash just as the last few cinders were dying. There was really only one thing that it could be.
Well, the silly little game had ended in the destruction of his property, which he likely should have suspected. Perhaps she had figured out that Otto resided in his room...or perhaps she was just having a very truly bad day.
So, next, he left the chess timer outside of her door, letting it count down as he walked away, and out of the dorms.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 6:36 pm
He did not see the timer again.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 6:40 pm
It was just a chess timer. He'd live without it.
The next few days passed without any little unannounced gifts.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 7:32 pm
Assuming the game to be over, Maebe returned the chess timer, dropping it off in front of his room. She turned it on, however, and one side was ticking away, until it finally reached it's eventual end.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 10:14 pm
The timer ticked away, steady counting down the seconds to a nearly empty hallway. The needle reached zero, and it began to scream its first notes of alarm...and it was then that a gloved finger pressed down on the button, silencing it entirely. Once stilled, the timer was picked up and turned over between worn, leather clad hands.
All he left at her door this time was a single jenga block, standing upright on one small end; the lone survivor of her earlier destruction.
The one piece that he had saved.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 10:41 pm
When she found the jenga block, she picked it up and considered where she wanted Ripley to shove it. Luckily for him, the answer was nowhere, because she realized that he'd either bought a whole new Jenga set just to give her one last piece, or he'd saved one. His intentions were pointless, and she didn't care.
It was the act of saving a piece of what had been destroyed, that mattered.
She flipped up her phone, shook her hair out for maximum sexiness level, and then placed the Jenga piece between her teeth, and smiled.
The Jenga piece was permanently placed carefully on her windowsill, standing straight up and proud.
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