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I'd sleep better with you dead, agent.

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@thatbitch-tex
Good morning, everybody!
Go fuck yourself, Florida.Â
You seem to be in a lovely mood today, Texas. Sleep well?
I'd sleep better with you dead, agent.

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Good morning, everybody!
I hope weâre all having an absolutely fantastic day!
Go fuck yourself, Florida.Â
[AU Month] Attention
Heâd grown up always hearing people talk about their âsurvival plansâ if âsomething like that ever happenedâ. Talk of where theyâd go first, how theyâd hold out, and what sort of ideas they had for getting supplies. At the time, it had all seemed pretty dumbâhe himself had never thought anything out because âas if something like that would ever happenâgrow upâ.
He wondered if any of those plans had worked out.
Pryce ducked behind a car and paused, catching his breath. He could still hear the groans and grunts of his two âinfectedâ pursuers not far from where he was crouched. These were persistent ones. And more difficult to take down bare handed than mostâheâd almost been bit two times now. Or maybe it was his own fatigue. Either or. Â
Running a hand through his hair, Pryce plunged his hand into his coat. He let out an irritated sigh as he pulled out a clip. He hated using his guns. The shots always had the possibility of alerting more âzombiesâ. Or other survivors. Problems came with both options.Â
His gun loaded, he stood up again. Taking aim, Pryce fired three shots. Head shot, chest shot, head shot. He stayed still for a while, not even bothering to lower his weapon. Listening was his top priorityâto determine whether those shots had drawn any more attention to himself.Â
The stairwell was dark. All power in the building had been cut days before. With every turn, more and more stairs laid out before Allison. Her breath was shallow and ragged as she flew up yet another flight of stairs, the groans of monsters deemed unnatural, and unreal far below. Â
One more flight. That was all she could take, hoping that their was indeed a roof top exit. Spinning around one more corner and she could see it, the tiny slither of light, shinning through the bottom of the door. With all her might she burst through the door into the light of day.Â
Not giving herself time to relish the warmth of being outside, she slammed the door and padlocked it shut. Allison wanted nothing more than to stretch out on the dirty roof top and catch her breath but the sound of three gun shots stopped her.
Sprinting to the roof's edge, there, in the street was a survivor. Not just any survivor, one with a gun. Plans formulated in her head, all with the same goal. Get the ammo. This world had become survival of the fittest and being low on ammo herself she had to do what was necessary to survive.Â
The stairwell was out of the question when it came to getting back to the ground floor. The fire escape on the next building over seemed the only other logical way down. But she had to be quick, who knew how long the survivor would leave themselves open for.Â
With all speed, Allison scaled down the fire escape into a poorly-lit ally way. Grabbing the rifle strapped to her back she stepped out into the light, gun raised and adrenaline pumping.
"Give me your ammo, and i'll spare you your life."
"Soldier, where is everybody running?"
"New agent, squaring off against Maine, Wyoming and York on the training room floor. Weâre going to watch!"
rvb tarot; XIII - death + tex
characteristics of death; transition, termination & inevitability

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Christmas Lights [texas]
Caboose was fully engrossed in his current activity, hands up high as he tried to hang up the lights in a particularly difficult area, brows furrowed and smile falling slightly as his tongue stuck out in concentration.
He was so concentrated on putting up the lights that he didnât see the black-armoured figured approaching in his peripheral. The sudden shout caught him off card and he yelped, bulbs smacking together as he jostled on his step-ladder. He caught himself though, wide-eyed and legs bent, and he looked at the soldier that had interrupted his work. His face lit up.
"Tex!" he said, enthusiastic. He held up some of the chords in his fingers, emphasizing them, as if it wasnât enough that they were completely tangled around him. "Iâm decorating the base! Câmon now Tex, I mean it isnât Christmas without lights."
Christmas. Moments of the Earth tradition flashed through her head. A tree. A star. A fire. A smile. A laugh. A love. Warmth. Family. But it left as fast as it had come. "Why would you want to celebrate such a stupid thing? Do you have a tree? Presents? Some sort of dinner sorted out?"
Hands on her hips she leaned her weight on one leg as she looked at the tangled mess known as Caboose. Tex had always enjoyed Christmas. Once it had meant something on the M.O.I. Freelancers getting drunk, laid, or both.Â
"Come here you idiot." she said, walking over to Caboose and trying to untangle him from the hazard he called Christmas lights. "Have you found any mistletoe? Church owes me."
Texasâs attitude was expected, but it was still a little startling. She only shrugged again, though, remaining as understanding and indifferent as she could. âDidnât expect you tâknow. DIdnât expect you tâknow or need wee lil me at all.â She smiled sweetly. âEveryone got something from me. Wouldnât be fair to leave you out, now would it?â
Tex crossed her arms and glared. "If you hadn't noticed, nothings fair. It wouldn't be the first time and i hope it's not the last." With that she stormed off past the agent, present still in hand.
Christmas Lights [open]
It was a special time of the year. Well⌠maybe not this planetâs year. Maybe not the moon on which heâd grown up. But for about everyone elseâwhoâd lived on Earthâit was Christmas. Heck, even his family in the colony celebrated it whenever it came around following Earth time.
It was hard to celebrate though, with the lack of decorations and presents and all. But leave it to Caboose to find a box in the mess of the storage room full of strings of half-broken Christmas lights. Most of the bulbs were either dead, flickering, or dim, but that didnât damper Cabooseâs enthusiasm.
But of course also leave it to Caboose to get tangled in the mess of it within five minutes of trying to hang them up outside the base. He stood on his small step-ladder above the baseâs exit, tangled in green chords around his legs and torso and arms, smiling as he reached up to continue hooking lights up anyway.
Tex hadn't been doing much. She'd heard someone rummage through the cupboard and that was it. She didn't think much of it at the time but when the ever present feeling of idiocy grew stronger and the sense that someone was going to die without her being present forced her off the couch and out to the outside of the base just in time to see Caboose horribly stringing up shitty lights.
His concentration seemed to be solely on the lights and the image of him toppling over in fright entertained Texas. "Solider," she shouted "the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Missouriâs brow raised almost invisibly at the odd question, but her smile remained sweet and kind, not in any way condescending, just humble. While she hadnât herself spoken to Texas, sheâd heard and seen much of her, so she knew getting on her bad side wasnât wise.Â
She shrugged. âJust a field medic. My duty to keep teammates in shape, yâknow?â
Tex almost snorted at the remark. "You know, i wouldn't actually know what you do. I've never needed you, nor do i need you now."
(Tucked away in her locker, Texas will find a small, neatly-wrapped package. Upon opening it, she'll find a memory stick that contains hours upon hours of soothing nature sounds alongside a note that reads: "Merry Christmas, Agent Texas! I do hope you put this to good use. -Agent Florida" )
Texas pulled out the memory stick from her locker. âWhat the fuck is this bullshit? Fucking Florida. If this is shit the places iâm gonna shove itâŚâ she thought to herself.Â
Walking into the computer lab she plugged the memory stick in and pressed play. The sounds of running streams, and rain washed over her. Staring down at the computer all she could muster was a small whisper, âWhat the fuck, Florida.â
Strangely enough Tex felt quite calm as she took the contents of Floridaâs locker and quietly placed them in a line along the bench. Taking a lighter to the college pictures and a pugil stick to anything with a solid form, including the locker, Tex let out all her anger of her present.Â
As a final act of âFuck you, Floridaâ, Texas arrange the shatter remnants of his locker and placed them into a shape of a dick. âSuck it, cockbite.â

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Figured you might want a lil somethin' to let off some steam, dolly.
Merry Christmas!
Tex looked down at the gift in her hand. She looked up at the Agent inquisitively. "What's the point of you now?"
Training Room Tyranny
If Arizona could have read Texasâ thoughts while F.I.L.S.S. counted down, she likely would have been a whole lot angier. As it was, trepidation had settled itself into her gut, and she was far more focused on keeping calm than letting her thoughts distract her.
3.
The blonde rolled her weight onto the balls of her feet, knees bending just so. She was bigger than Texas, making her an even easier target than she would have been already, which meant she needed to be as fast as she could, constantly thinking three steps ahead.
1.
Tex came straight for her right off the bat, and although Arizona barely managed to dodge the blow it had clearly been due to sheer luck. Her luck seemed to end there, however, because in her attempt to duck away from a blow that would have more than winded her she lost her bearings, and it took a few too many seconds for her to regain herself, spinning to follow the top-ranked Agentâs movement.
God, this was going to suck.
Steeling herself and balling her hands into fists, Arizona swung towards the Projectâs Number One Bitch, throwing one, two, then three punches, hoping that even just one landed.
For Tex, it felt like everything slowed down, Omega calculating what to do, how much force, where to punch. The first throw came towards her and with a quick movement she deflected it to her right. Then the next and once again it was deflected, however the third came towards her, hitting her square in the chest.
The air was squeezed for her lungs as she took a small step back from the force. Tex's hand swung up and grabbed the other agent by the wrist, throwing her pass her on her right, throwing up a leg to kick her in the back to send her flying further.
Training Room Tyranny
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Arizona looked over at the monitor as if F.I.L.S.S. had betrayed her, an uncharacteristically distinct feeling of dread settling in her gut. Sure, she was a decent fighter, and sheâd been learning lately, but there was no way in hell that sheâd have any chance against Texas. Hell, knowing the other Freelancerâs reputation, she figured trying to face off against the bitch was just about the same as a death wish.
âFuck no. Arenât there regulations against this?â She raised her fists, however, and slid into a defensive stance, keeping an eye on Texas. âBy the way, I donât see how Iâm the stupid one when youâre the one throwing a fucking temper tantrum.â
F.I.L.S.Sâs voice spoken once more. "Round begins in..."
5.
Tex cracked her knuckles. She was ready for this. Dumb bitch had come into her training room. This was all she had. She had to be perfect. She had to get everything right. She couldn't fail.
4.
She snorted at the remark. Regulations? Who the gave a fuck about regulations on this ship? No one, that's who.
3.Â
How dare she think she was throwing a temper tantrum. Fucking rude ass bitch.Â
2.Â
This was it. This dunce was gonna get it.
1.
With everything she had, Tex threw herself towards Arizona fist ready to take her out before tucking and rolling before the girl, ready to take a hit.
Training Room Tyranny
"Really?"
Incredulity was quick to replace irritation at Texâs response after the other Freelancer had made her way down to the floor. Arizona scoffed and rolled her eyes, hands meeting her hips. Sure, she was a hot-headed idiot. Sure, most days, sheâd be more than willing to outright pick a fight with anybody who threatened her like Texas just had.
But was she that fucking stupid that sheâd purposely stay in the otherâs way?
"Has anybody ever told you that you are absolutely batshit fucking insane? Because, I mean, you really, really are.â
Apparently, she was.
"Has anybody ever told you that you are absolutely batshit fucking stupid? Because, you really, really are."
Walking over to monitor she started setting up a fight for the two freelancers. F.I.L.S.S's voice travels over the room. "Hand to Hand Combat initiated. Round will begin shortly."
"Let's see how stupid you are." she said, fist raised and ready for the fight.Â
Training Room Tyranny
A small yelp of surprise sounded from the custodianâs throat as the mopâs shaft made contact with the back of his knee. He was already unbalanced from trying to swipe for his mop and hadnât had time to ground himself, so the stick easily swept him off his feet, and a moment later he found himself on his ass.
"Owâ hey!" Was all he really managed. Sheâd almost made him land in the blood, and that would have made one heck of a mess. See? Not qualified.
Still sitting with a throbbing soreness aching his backside, Caboose scrambled for his helmet that heâd put down nearby when he was cleaning, suddenly thinking it a good idea to put it on.
Tex's grip on the mop handle tightened as she held it like a murder weapon. Omega echoed through telling her do to what he always wanted, to kill him. "He's not even a freelancer." she thought.Â
Squeezing her eyes she tried to banish Omega to the darkest depths of her mind from which he came. Her head began to pound in pain.Â
"Fine then. Keep the training room." She threw the mop at the now fully armoured boy and stormed back out of the training room. She needed to rest. She needed to get Omega out of her head.

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Training Room Tyranny
Caboose had thought the Freelancer would stay out of the training room until he was finished cleaning. It was common courtesy, after all. He was sure the Agent wouldnât mind sparing a moment while he did his job.
So he wasnât expecting it when a black figure began approaching him from the elevator, seen in his peripheral as he worked away at the blood. The clipped words that met his ears finally got his attention, and just as he looked up, the broom was swiped from his grip, triggering a gasp from the custodianâs mouth. âWell thatâs not very nice!â
He gave the Agent a pouting frown. She was being so sillyâFreelancers werenât supposed to clean! They werenât qualified for that. He mumbled a protest before reaching out, trying to swipe for the broom.
His little pout-y frown thing simply didn't mean shit to Texas. How old was he? Three? How was she suppose to be entertained by a three year old?Â
She did have to admit his feeble attempt to gain his broom back entertained her. She took the broom in her hand and as quick as she could swiped out at legs.
In the back of her mind Omega chucked.Â
Knock knock. Who's there? Texas. Texas who? Texas are getting higher every year.
Kill yourself before i kill you