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Post by Macbeth on Oct 4, 2011 7:09:32 GMT -5
Macbeth slipped into the boys' bunkroom to wake up Risk and see how much he remembered of last night. She really didn't care for the fact that this was becoming a habit.
She'd tried to look respectable for the purpose of collecting her niece--she wore a green dress instead of black for once, she'd pressed the wrinkles out of it, brushed out her long black hair, even tied a green ribbon in it. The result was that she looked a lot more like a person than an angry rag doll. Risk, however, looked like hell. She rolled her eyes and shook him by the shoulder.
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Post by Risk on Oct 4, 2011 22:39:25 GMT -5
"What?" Risk mumbled, turning over and hiding his head under the pillow. His head was pounding and all he wanted to do was sleep. Is that so difficult to do?
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Post by Macbeth on Oct 4, 2011 22:45:11 GMT -5
She yanked the pillow off and flipped him over. "You said to wake you up. Does that ring a bell? How 'bout 'Jo' or 'Tristan' or 'Brooklyn'?" She eyed his sorry hung-over self doubtfully. "D'you even know who I am?"
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Post by Risk on Oct 4, 2011 23:45:12 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Macbeth," he muttered, grabbing his covers and pulling it over his head. What did she want again? ((Sorry! My internet's being wonky today  )) |
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Post by Macbeth on Oct 4, 2011 23:49:00 GMT -5
((Ugh! *punches it* No worries, though! <3))
She had to take a few breaths to avoid yelling or shoving him out of bed. For once, she realized some diplomacy was called for. She grabbed the covers away, tossed them on the floor, and snapped, "What do you remember about last night?" For Beth, that was diplomacy.
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Post by Risk on Oct 4, 2011 23:59:52 GMT -5
"We got drunk," he mumbled, covering his face with his hands. "A-and Adri threw up..."
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Post by Macbeth on Oct 5, 2011 0:01:57 GMT -5
"And you told me 'bout your very special job," Macbeth said softly, "the one that no one's s'posta know about. And we found out about Ershey and Ericson..." If they had to go over all that information again, she would stab someone.
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Post by Risk on Oct 5, 2011 0:05:16 GMT -5
Once Risk heard Macbeth's narration, he quickly sat up from his bed, causing his vision to spin as he groaned in frustration. Why must hangovers always hurt?
"Shit," he muttered softly, unable to muster anything else.
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Post by Macbeth on Oct 5, 2011 0:07:03 GMT -5
"My reaction exactly," Macbeth agreed. "Now, anything about Jo's psychotic father coming to mind? If you can remember that part, I'll get you aspirin."
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Post by Risk on Oct 5, 2011 0:08:34 GMT -5
"You wanted me to go with you?" guessed Risk, vaguely remembering the conversation on the porch.
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Post by Macbeth on Oct 5, 2011 0:11:16 GMT -5
"Exactly," she said dryly. "Not sure why I'm bothering, 'cause Tristan Shamien could squash you like a bug when you ain't hung over...d'you have a gun or something?" she asked hopefully. Then again, she wouldn't really trust him with one right now. "Never mind." She left to get the aspirin, hoping he'd somehow manage to collect his thoughts while she was gone.
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Post by Risk on Oct 5, 2011 19:56:42 GMT -5
Risk let his head fall into his hands. Now, he remembered. He said he'd go with Macbeth to pick up Jo. He groaned in frustration, knowing he'd be in deep trouble if he were to back down now. Besides, he couldn't help but feel proud that she asked him out of all people. He didn't even ask Adri. Slowly and carefully, Risk got up, stretched and made his way to the washroom.
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Post by Macbeth on Oct 5, 2011 20:08:15 GMT -5
Macbeth came back with aspirin and water, set them on the nightstand, and sat on his bed to wait for him, sighing as she pondered her plans. She didn't know why she was too nervous to go to Brooklyn alone--the chances of running into Tristan were pretty slim. She just knew that once she had her niece in her arms, she wanted someone else there with her, someone who could get Jo away if...well, if anything happened. And she wasn't about to endanger Ershey, so Risk was the best she could do.
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Post by Risk on Oct 5, 2011 20:16:31 GMT -5
Risk walked out of the washroom and back towards the bunkroom with cleaner clothes and a clearer head. He still had a slight headache but that was nothing he'd dealt with before. He smirked when he saw Macbeth patiently waiting on his bed, amazed at how patient (or was it nervous?) she looked.
"Ready?" he asked, after swallowing the aspiring and downing it with water.
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Post by Macbeth on Oct 5, 2011 20:19:01 GMT -5
"Been ready," she grumbled, standing up and leading the way down the stairs. She fussed with her hair, which she never did, but the ribbon was a pretty new experience. She glanced at Race, still passed out on the couch, and snorted--kind of hypocritically, considering she and Risk had once been in an identical situation.
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