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Nio Love rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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 Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 10:28 pm
There was a moment when she reconsidered the idea. At first, it sounded fun. Find a drunk Rep, hug him, never let him forget it? Sure, why not.
Mikael was why not. She should have learned her lesson already, but Rep was different, wasn't he? He wouldn't start following her around and watch her creepily eat a sandwich. He would just vomit out more hate and sexual comments, and possibly tell everyone that he loved them because he was that kind of a drunk, and that would be that.
Sure, she told herself. Harmless.
Her first stop was to look for him in the hallway just outside of her room, because that would have made things easy.
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 4
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 10:37 pm
She looked in the nearest closet, because that was where she'd be if she was drunk.
And then she accidentally kicked it. Hard.
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Nio Love rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 10:38 pm
Coming out of the closet for the umpteenth time in her life, she continued to look in her own hallway, simply hoping he was there to afford herself a complete lack of effort in trying to find him.
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Nio Love rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 10:39 pm
"Rep.." She muttered, walking up and down her hallway as if he would magically appear in it. "Are you here.. could you be here so I don't have to go anywhere..."
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Nio Love rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 10:40 pm
Walking up and down her hallway was about as useless as she was, so she finally left to look in actual rooms. Her first stop was the men's room, which in theory seemed like a really smart place to look for him. He was drunk, and this was where drunk people went. Especially drunk people looking for a quick-
Oh, there were men showering in here. She took her time leaving.
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Nio Love rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 10:41 pm
She was so tempted to just go back to her room, but now America was calling her out on her laziness, and she couldn't take that sitting down.
Maybe lying down.
No, she kept looking.
There were only a few places left that she would bother looking for him. She stared out a window, lost in contemplation, and the sight of two burly men heading off for a spar...
Whoops, looking for Rep. Right.
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Nio Love rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 10:42 pm
If he was in one of the houses out in the town, she was not going to go to all that trouble-
"Oh God," She groaned, crumpling to the ground and laying there motionless. "He's probably just in his damn bar, that's so far awaaaay."
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Nio Love rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 10:43 pm
She caterpillar crawled down the hall, groaning every slink of the way.
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Nio Love rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 10:44 pm
The common room was just sheer luck; she felt like a pick me up would give her the energy to try again, and nothing picked her up more than other people's snacks. When she walked in and caught sight of the flash of red, she smacked her forehead and let out a frustrated groan. "And here I thought this would be too easy. Stupid." She groaned, hopping over to flop down on top of his body and plank there, boneless. "Hug delivery. Please extend your arms and accept this hug in the name of the queen. God save her."
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 11:12 pm
Rep wasn't sure how he'd ended up on the couch, nor how long he'd been there. He'd wandered over to the dorms earlier with his booze and hadn't been willing to face the dark out there with so much booze in his bloodstream. Finding his own room and the stairs was also a bit of an effort. He was setting down a bottle of whisky and staring at his phone in the other hand when Maebe showed up, taking him by surprise.
The sound he made was not the most manly. "JEE-SUS." he barked, but quickly returned to his own boneless slump, complying with the request and embracing the blonde huntress in his arms with frankly surprising gentleness considering said arms were his main conduit to his weapon.
"Th' queens a b***h y'kno." he murmured.
"N' you do smell nice."
He didn't.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 11:20 pm
That yell was satisfying. She made herself comfortable, instantly engulfed in arms that were strong and big and manly and it was hard not to like it. Then she caught a whiff of his smell, and found a way to not like it. She stayed where she was, breathing through her mouth and resting her head on his chest while she fiddled with Twitter endlessly. She had a habit of refreshing more than posting; she liked to watch. He, however, was tapping away as if there were bugs on the phone. It made her snicker at the sound. "I work very hard to make sure of it. Cleanliness, coupled with a sage and pomegranate shampoo, and a good perfume to match it-" Why was she telling him all of this? His mind was muddled with alcohol, and even sober he wouldn't care. "Yeah." She cut herself off and just agreed. "I try." She tried to imagine the Queen of England being a total b***h, and couldn't quite manage it. "What did she ever do to you?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 11:29 pm
There was something familiar about all of this to him, something comforting about having a woman there. He was letting everyone down again but his thoughts were like titanic ships in the night with all the lights off, he didn't know where they were going or when they'd arrive and always there was the ******** ice.
"I normally like. Normally I smell good. I think." he said distantly, eyeing the phone as he typed. "I mean.... like... I like wash a lot but then I ******** a lot too and training and like... like end up like sweaty and .." He seemed to lose his train of thought. "I huvnae bathed in..since I started drinking I think? I don't know." And he didn't.
He smirked to himself at his horrific little Taym mental image, disconnected to the disgust he would normally have felt at such a thing, focused only on the self indulgence, on the meandering lilt of his mind, of avoiding the sadness, on being happy.
"She ******** a ******** ritch b***h who like enslaved my shitty ******** country and s**t and is like old and a woman. She can suck my c**k, prime ******** scottish beef and s**t." He moved to pat himself demonstratively and patted her butt instead, he didn't seem to care, still typing, before pausing again, distracted by what he read and glancing over at her.
"Y've no got much booty to call." he said.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 11:46 pm
Maebe highly doubted that Rep ever smelled like what she would consider good. She guessed that he smelled like man at all times, but the kind of man you knew to ask for help cutting down a tree, or fixing your car. The kind of man with grease under his fingernails no matter how hard he scrubbed. She'd been with his kind of man before. It wasn't her favorite type. But it was a type. And she knew that some people found it irresistible. "I can tell. Alcohol brings out some real quality scent in a man." She snickered, listening with absolutely no interest in the saga of how the Queen of England actually was a b***h. She had already lost herself in Twitter again, so when his hand patted up on her a**, she let out a squeak and turned her head to investigate. It wasn't a come on, he just looked confused. She let it go, until he actually commented on it - and on her tweet. She let out a whine, and reached back to pull up her skirt and pat her a** critically, pouting with dismay. "Shut the ******** up." She whimpered. "My a** is awesome." It was a little small, though. She poked and prodded at it, and hated it more and more with each second.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 11:58 pm
"I don't even notice the smell of alcohol anymore." he slurred, to him the world smelled weird without the smell of stale beer somewhere around, it was home as much as over-filled bins and dead animals were home. He closed his eyes slow, like a contented cat before glancing back at twitter and regretting that he did.
He could only stay afloat on this bubble of drunkenness if he didn't think about Harrison, think about that love that made it ******** hard to breathe, that made him feel like he was on the edge of a very high cliff and he was mortal, oh so ******** mortal. It was a love that left him terrified and clinging on and he'd be disappointing him, he'd be disappointing everyone and there was nothing worse, nothing worse than the people who thought he was a good person and who found out he wasn't. His breathing hitched for a second or two and he had to exhale slowly, push himself away from the tempest of affection lest it pull him down in a mire of dissatisfaction and self-loathing.
"Didnae say it was a bad thing." he murmured again. "I like white bitches who are happy no tae be some ******** mutant with two softballs down 'er drawers." She got another predatory, fuzzy sidelong stare, like a half sedated animal on the edge of retrieving its claws. Something about his demeanor changed and hardened.
"You don't kno... you don't know how I feel. Your life is..is nuffin like mine. Nothin. You are a b***h and you know it." The hand not holding his phone twisted up in the fabric of whatever clothing of hers he could reach. "But if ye need yer arse val'dated, I'd ******** it, if it was before."
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2015 12:13 am
His affirmation of her a**, along with that familiar grin, did nothing to alleviate her troubled expression. "I don't want validation from you, Rep. I know you'd have ******** me before Harrison. And I'm glad you won't now. None of that changes what I do want, and trust me, you aren't the one who can give me that." She turned back to look at her a** one final time, before putting her skirt back down. His hand was twisted in her shirt, and yet she found it strangely nonrestrictive. She wasn't trying to get away, nor was she intimidated by his hold. "You're right, you know. My life is nothing like yours. But, that doesn't mean I don't feel the same way you do. I do love someone. And I am a ******** up. The difference here is, you haven't lost Harrison. And I've lost Otto. So yeah. We're nothing alike. I just know how you feel." She gently pushed his hands off of her shirt, unraveling it finger by finger. "If it makes you feel any better, I'd kill for a guy like Harrison. You made a really good choice."
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