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 Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 1:30 am
He'd promised himself he would go to sleep early this time--God knew he needed the rest. But Dawson found himself strangely fidgety, and every time he thought he got cozy, his side would ache and he had to change positions. A consistent workout, painful sparring, forced diet changes, and occasional nightmares with new material did not a happy Moon make. If anything, in spite of his so called "progress," Dawson felt as left behind as ever. Was it possible for a hunter to be on the island and never get promoted? Did they kill those guys off? Why did his imagination have to leap on that thought?
When sleep became impossible, he heaved a grumpy sigh and sat up. God damn it.
Giving Chris the cold shoulder today (mildly resentful that he didn't ever seem to get overwhelmed by the workouts), he bothered Maebe for a while through goofy texts until yet another random thought occured to him.
Nio Love Text to Lady Grace:hey i forgot omg......u sleepy? bc u never told me about jan sneaky snake
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 2:23 am
The room was dark, because Maebe had forgotten to turn her lamp on. This was a record first, considering her absolute fear of the dark. She hadn't truly been in the dark however - she hadn't put down her phone since the moment she'd curled up into bed wearing the giant xxxl men's t-shirt she wore to sleep when no one was looking. She kept telling herself she'd turn the lamp on when she was actually prepared to go to bed, but twitter and texting had her captivated with amusement today. Dawson had just started to get her emoji mojo flowing when he stopped her in her tracks. The silly, self-indulgent smile on her face froze into something more akin to horror, and just stared at the text until the phone dimmed, threatening to leave her to drown in the darkness. She tapped it quickly, shocked out of her stupor. Then she began to answer, but despite what she typed, her heart was beating a mile a minute. She wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon. medigel Text to: Sir Graceyawn... already fell asleep... also think Im going through a tunnel losing reception cant hear you so well.. She sent it, and hopped out of the bed, immediately moving to pull the cord and turn on her light. Nothing about her room felt safe anymore.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 10:42 am
Nio Love Text to Lady Grace:aww cmon don't b like that D: u said u would last time Maybe he shouldn't be asking anyway. Look at how well he did listening to America and Horace. But Maebe was his friend, and Jan was Not Good, and while the guy was out of the picture he wanted to be more like Horace: he wanted to step up and learn about things that went on around him. More importantly, Dawson wanted to know why on earth Maebe thought she ever deserved to be treated that way by someone like him. He pursed his lips and considered asking if she'd do it for a Scooby Snack. Then he thought of something better. Quote: Text to Lady Grace:ill let u see my tattoo?
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 7:36 pm
She did promise him that she would tell him about Jan the last time they spoke. She had promptly forgotten the promise and wished he had, too. It would have been easy to just stop texting him, in that moment. Just stop responding, and go to sleep. It was late, they had an early morning filled with angst and twitter and the minimal amount of work she could get away with on any given day - and no one could blame her for simply falling asleep. And she might have done it, too. Except. Her eyes widened at the screen for a moment, before a slow, curly smile snuck up on her features. She was sure that she could have finagled him into showing her the tattoo any other day, without needing to give something back in return. But he offered it, and she felt sucked in. I'll show you yours, if you show me mine. There was nothing she liked better. medigel Text to Sir Grace:Your place or mine?
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 7:51 pm
Uhh. He eyed the stash of junk food he'd started to hide from Chris and weighed it with the idea that he'd feel compelled to clean up if he invited Maebe over.
Nio Love Text to Lady Grace:ur room n i brig snacks? i got a big bag doritos or gummy bears or twix bars
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 8:21 pm
Dawson really was going to make her fat. She rubbed her eyes with her fist and slowly typed back, distracted by the thought of her with too much weight on her bones. Would she still be attractive? Dawson might not have had a rock hard body, but everything he was on the inside made him his own version of sexy. If Maebe had to rely on what was inside to attract partners... She told herself she would be careful with the snacks, and finished sending the text. medigel Text to Sir Grace:Change the 'or' to 'and' and come over. Door's open. Bring a pillow and a blanket. I don't share.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 8:55 pm
Nio Love Text to Lady Grace:yes mlady!! : DDD omw
"Don' tell no-one I still got these, okay?" he warned her as he sat the bag down. "Technically m'supposed t'be on a diet..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 9:33 pm
Maebe was still in bed when he arrived, but the light was on, and she had changed into her cute, girly pink llama pajama top and shorts. She'd also managed to comb her hair to a perfectly curled shine, at some point. She had priorities. "I have no one to tell." Maebe admitted from the bed, refusing to raise her head from the pillow. "Why are you on a diet? Aren't you sparring and exercising? I don't see why you can't eat whatever you want, we're not going to die of heart attacks. You're going to get in shape in this job whether you like it or not." She stretched out, and rolled her neck. "I mean, I try my best not to move as much as possible, and I can still tell I found muscles that I didn't know existed." Though she had to admit, the pointless calories of candy probably didn't help bodies such as theirs. She gave zero ******** yourself comfortable. I am."
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 10:04 pm
"'Cause Chris is a asswipe," he groused. "Super inta exercise now, it's kinda scary...But!" Breaking into a grin, Dawson unzipped the bag and brought out the goods. "I got this stuff n' a new shirt too!" As clearly food was on par with shark shirts, as he was happy to break in for the occasion. It fit a little tightly, but hey: it'd be his best indicator on if the diet was working or not.
Setting the snacks aside, he rolled out the blankets and pillows until he made himself as comfortable a nest as he could. Note to self: buy a sleeping bag next time, not more shirts.
He brought the snacks over and tore open the Doritos first, though he courteously offered them to Maebe first. "So how'd you meet this guy anyway?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 10:25 pm
Maebe's gaze landed on the shirt, and for a split second, before she could rectify her mistake, she let out a goofy little laugh. She cleared her throat, and turned so that she was laying across the bed, on her stomach, facing him. Her arms reached out, grabbing two handfuls of Doritos from where she was. "You don't even give me a chance to distract you from the topic." She whined, clumsily picking Doritos out of one fist with her teeth. After the initial chomp, she continued. "I was going to flash you my boobs and everything." Immediately craving another Dorito (as they were made of crack and would not let you put them down once your tongue was blessed with their cheesy flavor), she rose her fist up and took far too many into her mouth. This time, she waited until she'd chewed and swallowed before saying anything further. "We had all turned into cats. And I know that sounds weird but trust me, around here, that's tame. So, when we were human again, we were all naked, and he was there trying to bug America a little, and then he saw me. So, he invited me over, and I accepted." It all sounded so simple. It was, outside of closed doors.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 11:16 pm
Maebe laughed. A winner is him.
"Well that wouldn' be real lady like a'ya," he chided her with his Serious Face and a great shake of his head. "But yer darn right I ain' lettin' ya distract me this time. Sneaky snake."
Shoving Doritos into his pie hole, Dawson listened to the beginning of her tale. He vaguely recalled a conversation about people as cats before...What the hell even?? Alternate worlds and mass dying and magical cat diseases, Jesus Christ...
He started to make a face, wondering where this particular event sat on the America-Jan Timeline of Horror. "Just like that?" he asked with a small frown. "Didn' he, y'know, weird ya out?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 11:27 pm
Maebe paused just before putting the second fist of Doritos in her mouth, and tried to understand the question. Of course he hadn't weirded her out, but what in particular would Dawson think was weird, that seemed to be common sense to him? She could hear it in his voice, the unintentional judging. This is normal, and this is you, Maebe. Why aren't you in the circle? "There was nothing about him I hadn't experienced before." She began, putting her fist down. "Nothing I would consider weird. And that was why he liked me, I guess. He couldn't surprise me. He couldn't freak me out or drive me away, despite how ******** up the sex got. Because there was nothing I hadn't seen before." Lawr was a man of violent tastes, and he was creative with this methods and tools. Maebe had just been with too many equally ******** up men for him to do something to her that hadn't been done before. The only difference was that Lawr managed to condense them all into one experience. He was not this specific kind of ******** up, or that kind of violent. Lawr had a taste for it all. She finally put the other fist of Doritos in her mouth. "And I want to believe that if I, who found his methods more effective than someone less demented than me, could satisfy that particular itch.. hey, I'm probably doing Deus a favor. Nobody should ever be put in a situation they aren't willing to be in. I'm just willing." She dusted the cheese off her fingertips callously, her eyes lit only by the reflection of the lamp, and nothing else.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 11:41 pm
The frown was traded for something sadder. Maebe was better now, he could attest to that, but the Before Dawson version was a stranger that worried him from time to time. Like the wildcat with wicked claws and slitted eyes he still remembered with a shiver. She knew about depths he couldn't possibly dream of and wouldn't want to.
"S'that what you meant?" he asked, struggling to understand. "When y'said y'deserved it, I mean. You wanted it t'hurt? I don'...why?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 12:20 am
He would never understand. She could see in his eyes, that innocent confusion that he couldn't possibly realize was insulting. She let out a short, exasperated sigh, and attempted to explain something that she knew would not be explained. "It makes me feel alive. It makes my blood run faster. It makes my breath hitch and my skin burn. And that's what sex does for most people, Dawson. It sets your body on fire with life and energy and you feel like you can live forever." She reached out to her desk, and picked up the small, glowing totem on it. It was red, and shaped like a lick of flame. It flickered like a candle, lighting up at her touch. "Feel my weapon. He's always warm. Hot. When I touch him, he burns, and every part of my body responds. I feel alive. Every other minute of my life feels like I simply exist."
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 7:10 am
It was easy to see his discomfort at the idea of physical pain giving pleasure. He knew only vaguely about stuff like that—conjuring up the stereotypical images of riding crops and whips and gimp suits—but it was more the idea that something even more unhealthy could go unchecked that made him uncomfortable, that abuse could masquerade as a kink. Gingerly he touched a finger to the charm, and while it didn't burn it still sent a mildly dissonant twinge through his connection with Syn ( mine) that made his finger retreat soon after. Dawson mulled it over for a moment and reached for a cap that wasn't there, turning the motion into a scratch around his ear. "Think...maybe I get it. Sometimes she wants me t'run. Er." He plucked at one of the thin metal chains under his shirt collar until the collection was revealed: two sets of fangs framing an amber eye shaped like a goat's. "Syn," he explained. "She don' remember stuff, but she knows she likes the chase n' the hunt. When I ran after ya that night, she got thrilled, y'know. Panic n' energy n' a movin' target t'stop. More excited she got, weirder it got fer me, 'cause I was concerned but she had like...a high r' somethin', n' I had t'feel it too." He wasn't good at explaining it. Maybe it wasn't a taste of the same thing Maebe was talking about. More self-conscious scratching, this time at his chin. "You wan' rough housin' in the bed, tha's fine. But Mayb," he dug for more Doritos, "I don' think a guy like Jan gets that. He ain' healthy fer people t'be around."
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