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Posted: Wed May 24, 2017 9:11 am
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There were some blessed moments of silence, punctuated only by cars on nearby roads, the whistle of the wind -- and a throaty voice saying, quietly, "oh, s**t." A couple of sticks came tumbling off the roof, and there was the sound of foot on tile, a thump around the side of the building; Alexis came into view slowly, their hair frizzing out of a braid, ankle monitor a dark band around their socks.
"s**t. Sorry -- this your place? Didn't think anyone was here."
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2017 10:59 am
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Roman glanced at their monitor, and Alexis' fingers clenched, their eyes dulled -- ********, fine, it didn't matter what some guy thought, they knew that, but it hurt after -- all this time. To know mistakes they didn't remember had ruined their life, and would continue to, onwards and onwards; that this would always be on their record, unless the world reset again, in which case the odds were none of this would matter. It'd be another them, another time.
"I like t'climb. Won't do it again." They ducked their head, brows furrowed. "Sorry."
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2017 12:07 pm
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Contemplation, briefly, crossed their features; Alexis stared at Roman's hand like it was a bear trap and they were an extremely stupid bear. Their hands stayed in their pockets, hidden, safe. They did not take him up on the handshake.
"Yeah, sure. Don't need to work today, so they can't give me s**t 'bout getting dirt on the plates." And their grin slowly emerged, a little sardonic, testing the waters. "'Course, only works as long as you're payin'. My endless patience works best when I'm bribed."
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2017 7:49 pm
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Alexis actually had to contemplate that, for a moment. Their brows furrowed -- they shifted a little to the side, making sure he was a little more to their right. "Like t'run. Catching up on some old reading. 'Sides that, not much."
Two months on, almost, they slept so often it felt like release; less than they had, at the onset, when sleep was the only way to pretend they were complete and not half-a-husk. But it was still comforting, the times they didn't dream of Rill's face contorted in fear and pain, her corpse-body and her bloodied remains of a throat - falling into the void, a shot ringing out, the Spinel Lady and the Burning Man holding them and holding them so tight -- memories were fickle. It was generally worth the chance of a nightmare, to sleep the time away.
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