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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 4, 2013 13:16:58 GMT -8
"Something like this also happened with Johnson. A monster took him somewhere and he ended up fainting. I am not sure what it was that you faced but it was a terrible thing..." "You're alright now...I'll get you some water." He helps her up, and then slips his arm around her in a brief embrace. He didn't feel great about being too affectionate with her in this condition. He'd use the position to help support her after a moment. He'd help her to her room, and tells her roommates to keep an eye on her, since she was hurt earlier this evening.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Feb 4, 2013 13:26:22 GMT -8
"Thanks for the help. You're going out to the TV studio tomorrow, right? If I'm up, I'll go, but based on how I'm feeling now, I doubt I'm awake before noon." She pats Ash on the shoulder, then sits on the edge of her bed. "G'night." She offers him a weak wave, then falls backward onto her mattress.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 4, 2013 19:40:29 GMT -8
He'd leave and get some water, and place it near her. He imagined she was probably sleep right now. Well, asleep or dead. No...asleep. He breathed a sigh of relief slowly and pulled a sheet over her before he was shooed out by any of her roommates.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 4, 2013 20:59:35 GMT -8
Lashonda- "Yikes. What the hell are you doin' in here?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 4, 2013 22:21:22 GMT -8
He flinched, and then cringed like a dog. "...Hey, Patti was hurt today. Can you check on her when you can? I don't know what happened but her nose was bleeding, and she's feeling weak." He says, as courageously as he could. After all, Lashonda was scary.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 4, 2013 23:41:07 GMT -8
Lashonda- "'Kay. You can go now. See ya tomorrow, Cash."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 4, 2013 23:42:39 GMT -8
Ashley hurries out of there. Tentative dating or no, he was pretty unwelcome in their feminine enclave.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 19, 2013 1:52:26 GMT -8
Micah moved warily up to Patti and Ash, he was neither's favourite person but the opportunity to confirm he wasn't completley mental was more important. He also thought Patti might appreciate at least somewhat talking to someone even if it was him. Nobody really knew what it had been like. He just had to try and keep it clean, no fucking effing or jeffing shit. Here goes, fuck! "Err hi Patti, Ash again. Uh um Patti I was wondering if and I know it's a bad time and all... Anyways I err wanted to talk about REI and Cornish because well yeah. Look, I just want to talk to someone who has been through the same thing, I thought it might of been some psychotic episiode before... I understand if you don't feel up to it..."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Feb 19, 2013 5:45:30 GMT -8
"Yeah, sure. Ash, could you give us a few minutes?" ... "Where did you want to start? The whole thing was so fucking weird that it's kind of hard to pick out a start and end point..." She trailed off, then took a big swig of her gin. She made a face at her cup, like it had betrayed her trust.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 19, 2013 16:34:49 GMT -8
Well if she was going to fucking swear... Micah hadn't thought the conversation that well through so it took him a moment to answer. He took a swig from whatever intoxicant that was around. He looked around trying to suss out if they had any listeners. "Well for me the start was when all the flares suddenly stopped fucking producing light and I found myself alone on a staircase with nothin but giant flies for company. I guess a good start would be to tell you my full fucking experience..." Micah explained in graphic, slightly drunk detail what happened to him at Cornish. " I guess the main thing was just to hear your story and make sure they are the same kind of fucking beastie here. For me, I don't know if the flying chairs were part of the one thing or what? Is the fucking Owl man the thing that caused it all or was he just a fucking nutter caught in the juju or even a fucking victim himself? Are we both just sorry but...excuse me... Fucking crazy and delusional?"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Feb 19, 2013 18:09:26 GMT -8
"Sounds about the same. Everything went dark, when I could finally see something I was somewhere else, somewhere definitely not actually inside that building. There was a giant fucking maggot the size of a draft horse, so I went the other way." She took a long swig of the gin, made her betrayal face again, followed by disappointment that the cup was empty already. "Then I was in, like the foyer of a mansion, with strange paintings on the wall, of people I knew. Some weird bitch was there, talking like to somebody else, but looking at me, or maybe through me. The closer she got, the hotter I got and I started to get real weak like she was sucking the strength out of me. I tried to shoot her but the bullets went through." She looked in her cup again and again looked disappointed, this time that it hadn't magically refilled itself. "I turned around and went back around the maggot and ended up back in the REI with everyone else. Not sure how I got around the monster, I just kind of ducked and weaved. I probably closed my eyes, so for all I know, I might have run right through the thing." "Oh, yeah, and when I got back, there were shelves flying all over the place, like the chairs you were talking about. I'm going to get another drink, you coming?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 19, 2013 18:51:16 GMT -8
" On a fucking dream of a night like this? Of bloody course! At least you didn't faint, I think at this point even Zoe might be made of tougher stuff than me. Maybe we should be getting her to go out on fucking jobs." Micah followed Patti to the kitchen and poured them both a stiff drink of the strongest alcohol. If Patti decides to pour her own, Micah will just drink both glasses."So.. pretty fucked up about the doctor huh... Are you going to visit him tomorrow? I think so far it's me, and Sarah of all people." He took a long drink from his glass and the world began to slip into haze. Was it his third or fourth, he couldn't remember. "So you know about guns an... shit, how do you deal with an arm'd fucker threatenin' ya? How do you tell.. they're a good shot or the safety thing is on? We were held up at gunpoint today at Whole Foods an..an I want to be better fuckin' prepar'd next time."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Feb 19, 2013 19:23:52 GMT -8
"I may have not fainted, but I don't think I was coherent until the next day. Fucked up dreams too. Not cool." She accepted the drink and took a swig, pleasantly surprised that it was not gin. "Thanks." "Oh, fuck, seriously? Was it those fucking pricks from the Pan Pac?" "Safeties are different on every gun. Military issue have a little switch on the side. If the red dot is showing it's not on safe. Some other guns have completely useless safeties that you wouldn't see, like guns that only fire if you are holding them by the grip, or guns that only fire if you pull the trigger. NRA prick shit, right there. Basically non-safeties that they get away with because they have a fucking stranglehold on all those old white fucks in congress. Dangerous and stupid. And that's the kind of safety these SPD sidearms have." "I guess what I'm saying is, assume any gun pointed at you is 'hot' and play it safe. Don't go anywhere near that fucking Pan Pac unless Ash is with you. He knows some of those fucks and I think he's got enough rapport that he can keep them from fucking shooting you." "Pardon my fucking language. I'll blame it on the gin, but mostly I've just been kind of... yeah, fuck." She took another long swig of whatever was in the cup.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 19, 2013 22:30:48 GMT -8
"Pan Pac? He was in a dickhead police uniform.. probably. Why..why would Ashley know those fucks?? Were they in his pocket? A rapport? He di'n't believe me when I told him Ash was a Ex-mafia hitman, shit! Is.. he...he a security guard or somethin'? Ha I knew he wasn't a personal trainer..." "Heh heh heh your apologizin' to me for swearin, fuckin' rich Patti. It's fuckin' carr- cathartic huh! A drink to fucked up dreams, mine having been pretty fucked up since this shit started. I can't remember the last time I had just a plain 'naked in public' dream"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 27, 2013 20:52:00 GMT -8
“ We're living in the fucking apocalypse, holed up in an apartment block. I think we're doing pretty fucking well considering, have you seen 28 days later? It's not like it can be fucking Denmark all the time. Sorry Hector, I'm not ..eh forget it.” (( No worries advance time away, I'm done now anyways. ))
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