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forgetyourusedtobe) wrote2013-11-09 05:58 pm
forgetyourusedtobe) wrote2013-11-09 05:58 pm
Є014 text//spam
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.]
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.]
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I mean, if I let it happen and bring him back after, it's just going to make getting along that much harder. But he'll take my family more seriously as a threat, and they're the ones that have to go down.
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