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[forgetyourusedtobe]

text - mal.

busy?

text - chris.

i'm bored. let's do something.

text - arkin.

i need to talk to you. got a minute?

spam - bond.

[Elena has spent some time making the arm cuff for Bond. She cut up and stitched a jacket for material and broke as well as sharpened some wooden furniture for the stakes.]

[He may or may not like it. She doesn't really care if he does. He covered for her when he didn't have to and she figures she owes him something for that.]

[Elena brings it by his cabin and knocks.]

spam - dean.

[Elena knocks on Dean's door because she was rude the last time they spoke. Because, in the end, he's right. No one gets to tell him to care or not care about her any more than they get to tell her to care or not to care about anything at all.]

[She's not empty-handed for this burying of the hatchet though. There's a bottle of JD in her hand as she waits for him to answer.]

spam - cassel.

[Elena waits to see Cassel last. Of all the people she can't stand, he's at the very top of the list. She's not sorry for what she did and she never will be as far as she's concerned. But this radio silence is driving her nuts. She'd rather they be enemies or at least tenuous allies again. But none of this hovering around in a nebulous who-the-hell-knows state.]

[She doesn't knock on his door though. She just hangs outside of it like she did last time, waiting.]

Comments

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[mistconduct]

What the fuck do you want to do? Braid each other's hair?

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

not sure your hair is long enough, but i could try.

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[mistconduct]

Well. Not like we could go bowling or something.

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

we could. the hallways are long enough.

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[mistconduct]

No, you could. You've got the body for it.

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[themissingpiece]

yeah

in person?

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

yes.

you can stop by my room or i can come to yours. whichever.

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[themissingpiece]

i'll be there in a few minutes.

[And a few minutes later he shows up and knocks.]

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena answers the door and steps aside for him to enter. The room obviously isn't really hers, the one she grew up in. The furniture is old and gaudy from a much richer estate than she ever really knew.]

Make yourself at home.

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[lastrat]

[He's not often in his room lately, but he stopped by for a shower and a necessary change of clothes. He's started smelling like bar and Hell's cigarettes, and it's not the most appealing scent.

He's just shrugged on a sweater when the knock comes, and though he considers not answering, he goes to the door to frown down at Elena.]

What is it?

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

I'm fine, thanks for asking.

[Elena rolls her eyes a little.]

[She unceremoniously holds out the arm cuff complete with two stakes.]

Here.

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[lastrat]

[Well that's...a thing. He stares at it for a moment before taking it, pulling one of the stakes free and turning it over in his hand.]

Is this a joke?

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

[She arches a brow.]

Am I laughing?

Look, it's one of Ric's weapons that he came up with when he was still hunting vampires. I know you'd probably be more interested in his stake gun, but I'm kinda restricted with resources. And it's not as useful anyways.

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[patheticvillain]

[Okay, well, Elena's at his door. That's just all kinds of super. Cassel is thrilled and excited by the prospect of Bullshit Redux.]

[He slows when he sees her, though he doesn't stop. He's not afraid, but he's not stupid enough to be incautious at this point either.]

Elena. [In a what-can-I-do-you-for kind of tone.]

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

[She mutters to herself about the lack of any and all social niceties around here because seriously what is it with everyone and their inability to just say hello like normal people?]

[Just because she compelled you to turn Bond into a rat, Cassel... Jesus.]

What are you doing?

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[patheticvillain]

I'm going to my room.

[What the fuck else would he be doing.]

You want something? [OTHER THAN COMPELLING HIM, HE MEANS.]

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

Presumptuous, much.

[Elena takes a piece of paper out of her pocket and unfolds it. Sitting in the middle of it is a braided bracelet. Cassel may or may not notice she's not touching it directly and holding it out to him.]

I came by to bring you this.

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[deshabille]

yes.

[And then, five minutes later:]

no. what?

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

looking for an actual challenge. everyone wants to spar, but i know they can't keep up.

so, what do you say?

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[deshabille]

I say why aren't you at the gym already.

[Because she is. Right now. RIGHT THIS MINUTE.]

private --> spam!!!

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena turns up at the gym, tying her hair back.]

No going easy on me just because I'm younger, got it?

[ Spam ]

[surfaceshine]

[Dean has been cabin-hopping, spending more time in other peoples' space than what is supposed to be his own; he does realize, though, that eventually he's going to have to get over himself. So he's begun taking the breaks in his day there, staring at his nearly completed kitchen and trying to decide if he wants to keep it or if he still wants to get rid of it.

So really, not much change on that front, except now he's got Ned to consider. Fuck.

The knock is a welcome distraction and he moves to answer it without thinking much about it, drawn up short when he sees who's standing in the hallway. Everything about him goes slightly more wary, and his lips press into a line.]

Evenin', pickle. You get the right door or do I close this again and pretend like it didn't happen?

[ Spam ]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Depends. Are you gonna accept an olive branch in the near future--[She waves the bottle a little.]--or am I wasting my time?

[ Spam ]

[surfaceshine]

[Dean considers this, considers her, and considers the bottle. Then he steps back from the door.]

Got no use for olive branches, but you can bring whiskey any time. C'mon in.

[ Spam ]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena passes the bottle off to Dean as she steps inside. That was easy, at least. Trying to get Racetrack to just say the damn words to invite her inside had been a pain in the ass and she wasn't looking forward to potentially having a repeat performance.]

[She looks around the room, inspecting it. Elena didn't know what exactly she expected for him, but she crinkles her nose while her back is to him.]

You seriously sleep in here?