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YOU ARE A TREASURE.
SOBBING TBH BECAUSE YOU’RE SUCH A LOVELY HUMAN.
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“If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.”
Thoughts in the last week were too noisy. Especially before going to sleep. It was impossible to hide from them. They found her everywhere, caught in the most unexpected moment, when she was not ready. Thoughts gradually accumulate in the huge lump that called “nausea”.That’s why Ivakir decided just to stay awake. Her hands were shaking and heart was beating frantically. The brain refused to accept reality, so Ivakir often suffered from hallucinations.
- Heal? - Iv asked with crazy smile.In this state, the girl could not answer for her actions. No, she was not dangerous. Just her actions were far stranger than usual.- Hey, hey, Rev, Reeev, listen to me carefully, - Iv came closer and put her hands on the shoulders of her friend. Her frantic eyes tried to focus on his face, but it was hard. - No, stand still, listen to me. Look at me. No, look at me. See? Do you know who is in front of you? I am a strong and independent woman. So. All is under my control. So. Do not need to worry about me.
"Have you had enough yet?" (Scarecrow)
OOC: Thank you so much, this is amazing.
Max glared maliciously at the man in front of him, knowing that if he could get his hands free he could easily strangle him and not lose one ounce of sleep. He wasn’t the first one to come in treat Max this way, but in the end he made sure they knew just how ‘feral’ he could be when they laid hands on him.
Rough Touches
revving-it
He was up for it, even her remark just made him want to fight her back even more. “Go for it! I dare ya!” He growled back, narrowing his eyes as he locked his gaze on her.
This wasn’t how he usually acted, almost always trying to keep a level head with everything, but now, having heard enough of what Jean had to say about the situation, this was indeed the only way he knew how to shut people up. Ignoring Ellit, he charged at her again, trying his best to protect his wounded arm as he lunged forward.
Keeping her stance low, the brunette snorted. “If I break your arm, bolthead, El will break my face.” She turned her shoulder to meet his charge, stumbling back a couple more steps. But she was still grinning wildly, putting his patience to the absolute test.
“And my face is broke, how’m I gonna woo another Chalk-back into lending a helping hand, huh?” She snickered, keeping on the defensive. It was almost like the two had swapped roles. He took the aggressive where she took the passive.
Ellit groaned, wriggling herself out of the car. “You two! Stop acting like gods-damned children!”
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“Oi...’as anyone effer told you, you look a bit like one of them zobies used t’ be in the lower budget type films,” Of course he didn’t fully register this question might sound like nonsense to someone, old world type of chatter, really. But the sun beating down on what might have remained of a formerly vegetable brain didn’t quite held the case of the keyboardist in the making sense department, or rather any department in deciphering who he should or should not talk to when away from those he actually had a clue about. “Or maybe a vampire...”
revving-it started following you
“Busy?”
The Valkyrie hefted a wrench and handed it to the passing warboy before even waiting for an answer.
“One of the water pipes rusted through. Let’s fix it up.”
revving-it has foun-nope
Looking out from her hiding place of the odd car bed, she jumps out, rubbing at her eyes then hissing.
“What do you want, war dog, this place is not meant for war dogs at all”
