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JAX TELLER.
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JAX TELLER.
CGO » 023 » 006
ROOM » 001 » 009
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[ there are a million things they should be discussing; belfast and abel and fucking ima, a million little sins and lies between them. should be, but for now tara can't make herself broach any of them. it's the headache, fine, and relief to be alive and away from salazar-- but keeping the fragile cover thrown over what happened at home in place is what keeps them solidly together without needing to do the work of dealing with it all. ]
I know it's stupid but I just keep thinking-- the ship chose wrong [ wincing a little there, even if it's the story everyone told her that doesn't make it sound natural or even possible ] because Juice would love all this.
I know it's stupid but I just keep thinking-- the ship chose wrong [ wincing a little there, even if it's the story everyone told her that doesn't make it sound natural or even possible ] because Juice would love all this.
[ not discussing shit? it's fine by jax, even if all he can really think about is what they've got waiting for them. jax is happy to get in bed with her ( he hasn't taken his kutte off since he arrived, wears it like armor even though it's not-- ) pull up the blankets and just wait till they get their goddamn bearings. he doesn't have a gun. he's fucking pissed about it. ]
Think we could barter his ass for a lift home?
Think we could barter his ass for a lift home?
[She's waiting for him before he gets there, doing that thing where she pretends to stretch when what she's really doing is thinking. Thinking about these memories and how invasive all this is and how she knows, she knows things about him - and she's pretty sure it's about him - that he's not sure she would want him to know.
But she's not saying any of that. If Daphne is good at anything, it's keeping things under the surface. She has her jumpsuit on, which she almost never wears, the sleeves rolled up, and she brightens when she sees him come in.]
Glad to see you up and about.
[It's teasing, because she knows he is after the attack, but it's light, not mean.]
But she's not saying any of that. If Daphne is good at anything, it's keeping things under the surface. She has her jumpsuit on, which she almost never wears, the sleeves rolled up, and she brightens when she sees him come in.]
Glad to see you up and about.
[It's teasing, because she knows he is after the attack, but it's light, not mean.]
its a real cat
he doesnt know why it floats tho apparently it "just does"
he doesnt know why it floats tho apparently it "just does"
Um… [ she probably should have planned out what to say. shit. ] It's— Arya. I haven't seen you around in a while so I wanted to be sure you didn't get lost.
[ a beat. ]
If you did get lost, I'm finding you, I can. So. That's-that's all.
[ another pause and she abruptly hangs up. smooth. ]
[ a beat. ]
If you did get lost, I'm finding you, I can. So. That's-that's all.
[ another pause and she abruptly hangs up. smooth. ]
[ after speaking with allison and finding out she's been seeing her dead aunt haunting this place, just outside of her reach, chris has been skeptical. there's a laundry list of dead loved ones that could be haunting the halls for him as well, but in his skepticism he's yet to see anything for certain.
he decides he'll do what he promised, help her ask around and see if anyone else is experiencing the same. ]
Mind if I ask you something, Jax?
he decides he'll do what he promised, help her ask around and see if anyone else is experiencing the same. ]
Mind if I ask you something, Jax?
Nathan Petrelli contacted me about joint recruitment of all departments. I'll do it.
[ unless you have objections? ]
[ unless you have objections? ]
hey, you don't happen to be into high-stakes card games, do you?
My name's Maria Hill. Commander Shepard mentioned you were the one to speak with regarding the armoury.
[ Seeking confirmations before questioning ]
[ Seeking confirmations before questioning ]
"Whoa, hey," Kate stretches out a hand toward her bow protectively, "Careful on the draw there, Conan. I can see how my awesome skills would make you think that I'm superhuman, but you are actually too strong for my bow and the string is not going to last if you yank on it that hard." She's found one of the wider lanes on the shooting range and set up the target for archery, which appears to involve a couple foam pillows tacked to the wall behind the target.
She steps back once fears of imminent string-snapping have passed, shoving hands back into the pockets of her jeans. "I know it makes it less natural not having as much tension to pull against, which sucks. I wonder if any of the elves could make you one the right size. They are the archery and frolicking through woodland glades sort of elves, right? Not the tiny shoe-fixing cookie-baking kind?"
She steps back once fears of imminent string-snapping have passed, shoving hands back into the pockets of her jeans. "I know it makes it less natural not having as much tension to pull against, which sucks. I wonder if any of the elves could make you one the right size. They are the archery and frolicking through woodland glades sort of elves, right? Not the tiny shoe-fixing cookie-baking kind?"
"They'd probably wanna trade some shit for it, and I got nothing to interest 'em."
Or so Jax assumes. Who knows what elves like? He twangs the bowstring again, just for punctuation, though that's probably not going to win him any points with Kate at present moment.
"They've got pointy ears. Don't know about the frolicking. It's not like we got much of a woodland glade for them to do it in though."
Or so Jax assumes. Who knows what elves like? He twangs the bowstring again, just for punctuation, though that's probably not going to win him any points with Kate at present moment.
"They've got pointy ears. Don't know about the frolicking. It's not like we got much of a woodland glade for them to do it in though."
Th—wrong. [ emma's voice is barely audible through the static. the feedback comes on and off, a direct result of her panted breath coming out too close to the communicator. ] We — [ another uneven cut of the crackling feed. ] —alone out h—.
—Just me. —seen the others—what happened. [ panic burns in the back of her voice. for a moment, the feed becomes perfectly clear: ]
You have to come help. Get down here. [ after that, it gets harder to hear. and the line goes dead for a minute, pure silence, then loud, indecipherable shouting that's too close to the communicator and accompanied by loud clanging. ] ̶̈́̿͜h̶̶̿̈́̈́̿͜͜e̶̶̿̈́̈́̿͜͜l̶̶̿̈́̈́̿͜͜p̶̶̿̈́̈́̿͜͜ ̶̶̿̈́̈́̿͜͜u̶̿̈́͜s
[ silence follows. ]
—Just me. —seen the others—what happened. [ panic burns in the back of her voice. for a moment, the feed becomes perfectly clear: ]
You have to come help. Get down here. [ after that, it gets harder to hear. and the line goes dead for a minute, pure silence, then loud, indecipherable shouting that's too close to the communicator and accompanied by loud clanging. ] ̶̈́̿͜h̶̶̿̈́̈́̿͜͜e̶̶̿̈́̈́̿͜͜l̶̶̿̈́̈́̿͜͜p̶̶̿̈́̈́̿͜͜ ̶̶̿̈́̈́̿͜͜u̶̿̈́͜s
[ silence follows. ]
Need the armory open.
Everything you've got, bring it down to SEC.
Everything you've got, bring it down to SEC.
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