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aphanon_meme) wrote2013-07-14 10:12 pm
aphanon_meme) wrote2013-07-14 10:12 pm
part 335 summer nights (tell me more tell me more)
Like did he have a car? Dodo--dodo--dodo... yeah! How is your July going so far, meme? Good? Bad? Okay? Scrumtrulescent? ... Question mark? This is a very rambling post today, I'm sorry, I'm in a tired rush. A tired tired summer rush. Which, in my professional opinion, is the most annoying kind of rush. I prefer a crisp winter rush! But oh well.
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badtouch!anon
(Anonymous) 2013-07-18 01:08 am (UTC)(link)/And she thinks he understands quite well what she meant. Also included in that was the provision of any requests for muffins or drink refills./
/She can practically feel that gaze. Is the rest of him this intense?/
Hmm, that doesn't sound too bad, perhaps we can find a place~?
/She meets his smile with her own, then tilts her head, thinking./
I wonder if there's something in the back...?
/She hasn't dared explore it yet./
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[Links his fingers with her own, seeming more at ease now]
Could hole up for a while. Lock ourselves in there. Doubt any folk'd bother us then.
badtouch!anon
(Anonymous) 2013-07-18 01:46 am (UTC)(link)/And she finally holds his hand properly./
Let's go look, shall we~?
/And she leans forward to slide a thumb across his lip, smiling coyly./
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Right.
[Rises, then, and goes to take up his bag. He turns to her, still blushing, then nods toward the counter - and a closed door behind it.]
That way.
[Holds out his hand. Shall they?]
badtouch!anon
(Anonymous) 2013-07-18 02:13 am (UTC)(link)/She bends down and picks up her bag, as well, then nods and takes his hand in hers, giving it a squeeze./
Has anyone told you you're rather cute when you blush~?
/She winks and leans in to kiss his cheek and then without further ado is leading them toward the door./
/It leads to a small kitchen, of sorts, but there's also an office off to the side with a large desk and slightly worn couch./
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[When they step in, he glances around. This will do. He lets her get a bit ahead of him, then slips his hand into his pocket.]
Hold on. Stay right there, will you. And don't turn around.
badtouch!anon
(Anonymous) 2013-07-18 02:25 am (UTC)(link)/no/
/wait/
/Of course he would pull this, she should have listened to her gut./
/siiiiigh/
Let me guess, you'll be taking my supplies and robbing me even of the opportunity to enjoy the time I have left? For your own survival, you'll say.
/She turns her head to glance at him out of the corner of her eye anyway. If she's wrong she'll feel a bit silly, but she doesn't think she is./
Re: badtouch!anon
Could say that. Not exactly, mind.
[Draws out the pistol he stole from Monaco, continuing]
This game only ends when we're all gone. You know that. But it's goin' right slowly. Can't have with it.
badtouch!anon
(Anonymous) 2013-07-18 02:38 am (UTC)(link)/That's a lie, she actually doesn't know, but it sounds plausible enough./
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[Raises the gun]
... This ain't personal, understand.
badtouch!anon
(Anonymous) 2013-07-18 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)/she turns back to face the wall/
Of course it isn't, I hardly know you. But you assume that makes it better.
/She'd rather it be personal. And now she's ducking and lunging back with a kick aimed at his privates./
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[Fires, not thinking twice-]
[-Just as she makes contact.]
badtouch!anon
(Anonymous) 2013-07-18 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)/That one attack is all she manages - now she's crying out and gasping for air in agony on the ground./
/It might have struck a lung, too, and she sobs between rattling breaths./
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[But he didn't drop the gun - thank fuck he didn't - and now he raises, breathes, aims. Properly this time.]
[And fires again.]
Badtouch!anon
(Anonymous) 2013-07-18 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)/Inside her bag are the standard supplies and her weapon, a hatchet./
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[He can smell it. The blood. There's too much of it. How the hell is it that people have so much blood in them, anyhow, it's just -]
[This entire thing is wrong. All of it. But it's the only way out; there isn't any other way to end the game. And it's only going to get worse.]
[Eventually, he moves. Takes her supplies and shoves them into his bag. Glances at the body; quickly averts his eyes, because otherwise he might be sick.]
[Before he leaves, he looks for something to cover her with. There's a box of standard-issue opaque garbage bags. They'll have to do. As he spreads them out over her - well, not her, it - he knows that it doesn't really matter, doesn't make any difference anyway, but he can't just let it be.]
[Then he leaves - quickly. He isn't about to hang around here any more.]
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[was it the killer? well, that was thoughtful... or maybe there was a practical reason? he can't tell]
[crouches and removes the plastic bags]
[looking at her pale face and bled out body gives him the feeling of being punched in the gut for the first time since this Battle Royale began]
[handling (and sometimes causing) dead bodies is what he does for a living, but she's not a quasi-immortal country, she's one of the few fellow mortals who were sent out with collars, and, more importantly, she is his friend]
[or so he thinks]
Oh man, Maria... you have the worst kind of luck, don't you?
[sighs and picks her up carefully]
You have to come back with the others. Hear me? Bri wants you to be her maid of honour, don't forget that! So don't stay dead.
[it's the third time for her, if he's remembering right, so he hopes that she knows the way back to life by now]