Jun 8, 2015
the-mean-twin said:
H E CK
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the-mean-twin said:
H E CK
good or bad H E CK?
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the-mean-twin said:
joins in on the trash
thanks, Southie
the-mean-twin said:
i am LIVID and READY to kick his ass MANY TIME S ! ! ! ! !
SAME
Dear Agent South Dakota,
Allow me to introduce myself. I am Malcolm Hargrove, Chairman of the Oversight Subcommittee. I wondered if I might have a word with you about Project Freelancer? Nothing too serious, just a few bureaucratic check-ins we in Oversight have to make.
Please schedule an appointment with me as soon as possible.
Malcom Hargrove Chairman, Oversight Subcommittee
The Russian let out a laugh and leaned back a bit and took a drink from her bottle. Carolina was drunk off her ass and it was plain as day. Thank God for South she wasn’t a light weight, she could drink anyone under the table and it will take awhile before she would actually get drunk.
Too bad she doesn’t have a flirting filter.
" Have you looked in the mirror lately? You could just be saying that to yourself."
On the flip side, Carolina was a serious light weight. It was humorous, to some, to watch her try to keep up with them - and to others it was just concerning. When she got too drunk, she dropped the cover for her accent; fortunately, it usually passed as her being too drunk to speak properly.
"You flatter me." Normally? Carolina could play the flirting game all day. Her mind was ticking just a tad slowly right now, though, and she was at a bit of a pause. Finally she just frowned slightly, and took another drink of that alcohol that she honestly probably shouldn't have any more of, because that was a good excuse to not say anything for a moment. She wasn't dumb when drunk. Just really slow.
"Miss tall, blond, and beautiful certainly fits the 'warrior' profile more than short, scrawny me." Yeah, okay, not your best line, Lina. Try again when you're sober.
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South got under her skin like no one else.
She was just so goddamn irritating. Sometimes it felt like she was doing it on purpose. For some reason Tex's response to this irritation was a desire to make out with her. Tex didn't respond that way to anyone else and that's part of why it was so frustrating pushing the feeling down time and time again.
South had hit her breaking point now. Tex couldn't even remember what she said, just that if she didn't kiss South right this second she might spontaneously combust.
"Shut. Up." she hissed and pushed South against the dreary gray wall. When their lips met there was nothing gentle about it. It was all teeth and anger and passion.
Slowly but surely her Leader somewhat, she says somewhat because it still looked like Carolina was going to whack her upside the head, and South softly sighed. " In case you haven’t noticed Carolina, you have been acting more like me than I act like me. " A small smile but she kept talking, silver blue eyes locked on green. " You have been rash, bitchy, and not so graceful during fighting. You lost your flare. Basically if you keep acting like this people won’t trust you to lead them. “ " Trust us. Your team. York, Wash, you know the important people that fucking care. I may not be big on team playing but god damn—At least I know when to back off. How many times did you injure yourself last mission?" She asks and could see Carolina hesitate. Bingo. " Just ease off on things. Take a break. The more you do so will not make you go out and lash me again."
The only thing that could truly describe her mood was a strange combination of 'murderous' and 'genuinely concerned'. Unfortunately, the voice she should listen to always got a bit weaker when she was emotional, and she'd been emotional a lot lately.
Maybe it's better that you stop trusting me. The thought didn't make it past her lips, though. There was a heavy gulp instead, as words and sentences flew in an out of her mind, in circles and circles, but all she could see was pictures of her childhood, and how, now, everything was going to fall apart all over again and it was Tex's fault.
"... I don't relax very easily, South." After all that, that's all she could manage to say. Trust was a very loaded word, and she couldn't really say much about the rest because she knew South was right. If you listened really closely you could almost hear a 'help me' in there - but she was too proud to actually ask.
But she could make that comment.
She'd never relaxed easily. Stress, however, was another weird thing to her. The threat of death and danger wasn't stressful to her. The threat of losing others was, and having to do this paperwork bullshit was. Unfortunately, being a leader meant doing the paperwork.
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╳ █ ▌█ ▌▌ The note’s placed right next to her weapons, meanwhile Locus’s is nowhere to be found. I’m on guard duty this time, South. You’re on infiltration. I’ll be watching. Locus
