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"And what time do you call this?" Seth can't win; not with Leizu. He arrives when summoned? Should have been early. Arrives early? He's disrespecting her time; she might still have been busy. And arriving late? Well, it goes without saying. Nonetheless, she continues to make infrequent... invitations to him. She has found that he is more pliant than many might think: not a terrible outlet for Leizu's frustrations. @all-cf-me
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@all-cf-me She could have started her building inspections anywhere, really. So if someone wants to ask why she's checking out the stability of the foundations of the Bearded Lady first, she'd just explain it away as random selection.
Being there does come with it's risks, though, and Sable is on her knees in the dirt with a tool stuck in the earth near the building's foundation when the risk manifests. "Hi, Seth," she says through gritted teeth. So typical that he'd come across her while she's in a vulnerable position; she'll be damned if she stands up, though, and gives him the satisfaction of seeing her scramble. "I'll be out of your hair soon. Just doing some routine checks after the flare."
SETH CARTER | @scthcartcrā
when + where: jan 17, olympus medical center
When it rains it fucking pours. It was only a matter of time before the Bastards would retaliate for Seth kicking the shit out of Kali. While Andy was still unsure of Kaliās involvement in Suttonās death -- But going after her alone rather than as a club move didnāt sit well with him. This only made things worse, even if he (for lack of a better phrase) saw something like this coming. Itās poetic, an eye for an eye. And a fucking pain in Andyās ass. The stress of everything seeming to fall apart around him had him going through a pack of smokes at an embarrassingly fast rate, leaving him bouncing his leg and trying to ignore the temptation to drink his problems away.Ā Instead, he does what heās supposed to -- He checks in on Sethās dumb ass, knowing heās at least still alive and kicking thanks to Rowan getting him to the hospital. (Andyās not particularly happy to have had him show up at their front door in the middle of the night, but understands the reason why) The amount of time heās spent in this hospital makes him itchy, knowing heās visiting yet another injured friend. Ignoring the dirty looks from nurses -- For both his typical demeanor and the fact that he smells like an ash tray -- Andy crosses the familiar territory and to the room assigned to S. Carter.
Knocking as he walks in, he finds himself bracing for impact, even though Seth looks just like heād anticipated: Bandaged up and surely hopped up on pain meds. Andy doesnāt both with a proper greeting, letting the door close behind him as he approaches the other man.Ā āHere I thought you couldnāt any uglier,ā he begins, laughing lightly at his own words. The least he can do is start off with something that isnāt as doom and gloom as the rest of their lives.Ā āAnd then you become a fuckinā pirate.ā An eye roll follows as he pulls a chair up to the side of Sethās bed.Ā āGood to see youāre not dead.ā Andy states the obvious, though he does mean it -- For all their downfalls, Seth is still a close friend, someone he trusts.Ā āThey givinā you the good shit?āĀ
The debauchery of the festival has stayed, sticky, in her mind, like walking across treacle. It's why she comes to be at the Bearded Lady: curiosity. An inability to put such things out of her thoughts. But it's so dirty, here. Table tops ringed with the sticky condensation of alcohol, shoes gummed to the floor with spills, strange viscid substances on unwashed skin... Mercy barely makes it across the threshold and her legs go weak, vision blurring. But when she collapses, she finds she has collapsed into someone's arms -- or perhaps he caught her? She isn't sure. "Oh -- thank you--" she murmurs, fingers grasping at the stranger's arms. Her head is spinning too much for her to let go. @all-cf-me
