With a Head Full of Doubt

borgatabadass said: Yeah, you are. You should probably be killing yourself now! REPENT SINNER, REPENT!

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*glares sternly*

I’m not listening to you; you have two women in your bed and they’re like, half queer. You can’t scold me.

… But you should beat up that Amir guy, ‘cause he was getting frisky out here in public.

borgatabadass

Lesbians are okay, you see in the bible he only said shit about gays and men sleeping with men, he didn’t say nothing about hot ass chick on chick action.

Okay.

I don't care about the bible; I just think it's gross! Do they just... what, like... rub against each other and.

*She's now in the process of turning very red at the mental image*

Isn't it awful wet? And frustrating? Nothing goes in!

Wait. Hold on. You'll beat him up?

borgatabadass said: Yeah, you are. You should probably be killing yourself now! REPENT SINNER, REPENT!

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*glares sternly*

I'm not listening to you; you have two women in your bed and they're like, half queer. You can't scold me.

... But you should beat up that Amir guy, 'cause he was getting frisky out here in public.

*comes out of the kitchen as the voices quiet down and smirks... then feels a little guilty when she remembers the rec room back at 5Gorge.*

I think I was a bad person again.

Beeeej

They're being inappropriate in public.

manslaughter—united said: What crawled up your ass? southie-swiftshot said: *Gives he a look that clearly says “bitch what’s your problem”*

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*She wishes the deeper glare she sends back could say, “You’re just like your sister,” but her eye language isn’t nearly so sophisticated, so she settles for answering Amir.*

Just two fornicators on the couch talking like loose floosies.

-Well… alright. He can’t say he cares a whole lot about Betty and her opinions of them. Because, in actuality, he doesn’t give a single shit. His shoulders roll back in a dismissive shrug as he continues stroking the feet of the woman aside him-

And I suppose your boyfriend just lent you that shirt ‘cause your clothes spontaneously burst into flames?

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*Nods smugly, her foot still busy in Amir’s lap.*

I am not doing it in public. That is for the bedroom, thank you very much.

*And then the look of horror on her face as she notices Lottie's foot...*

Oh my god! Don't you have any decency???

*Quickly makes for the kitchen.*

manslaughter--united said: What crawled up your ass? southie-swiftshot said: *Gives he a look that clearly says “bitch what’s your problem”*

*She wishes the deeper glare she sends back could say, "You're just like your sister," but her eye language isn't nearly so sophisticated, so she settles for answering Amir.*

Just two fornicators on the couch talking like loose floosies.

*Wanders out of BG's in an oversized men's shirt and half askeep, heading for the kitchen for some water... And glares at Lottie and Amir as she passes them on the couch.

As always, her own improprieties escape her as she judges someone else.*

It was a slip! Oh my god, step off! I didn’t mean to say that.

*she crosses her arms with a huff and grumbles*

And it’s not that dirty.

It’s a surprise is all, I always assumed you’d be kind of vanilla in the sack.. Then again, I guess with a man like that there’s no way you’re going to be completely soft in the bed huh?

*Swats Tess on the bum lightly, more playfully than actually trying to reprimand her seriously.*

Now, now you. Don’t make fun of your guest, she did save your life after all.

Even if she likes to be slammed around in the sack.

Hey!

*She gives an insulted squeak at the swat, shoving at his shoulder.*

I’m not sayin’ nothin’ I’m just sayin’!

*Pouting, she slumps a bit, propping her chin on his shoulder and giving Betty-Jane another annoyed look.*

Hmph. Dunno why you gotta keep remindin’ me. Don’t got nothin’ ta do with nothin’.

I don't like being slammed a-- *frowns even deeper when he smacks Tess's bottom* Hey! That's indecent! I'm still in the room!

*she sniffs indignantly*

Why do care so much what I do behind closed doors, and thankyouverymuch, I think me saving you has more to do than nothing!

You guys are awfully touchy feely in front of people.

Dop— Wait, this has happened— and no one thought to maybe spray for them or something?

*she wrinkles her nose at the display, and were she not so distracted by the revelations, she’d remark on them being physical with an audience… Despite how she and BG’s first time started out more public than this. Instead, she just… glances between their faces, perplexed.*

I just… I thought he was hurting you? I mean, he was, not him, but the other him. Was hurting you. But I thought it was him and… I just wanted to knock him out since he was hitting and choking you and… Well, I mean you don’t choke your girlfriend unless it’s in the bedro— erm.

*Nice time for the word vomit to return. She just clams up on the spot and stares at them with wide eyes and a furrowed brow.*

Yeah, my clone has been out for me since day one. Guess I kind of earned it. Since I think I killed his version of Tess and kinda gloated about it.

So he’s been pretty pissed at me.

Or well, he was until you took care of it.

*Smiles happily up at her, oblivious to her discomfort at Tess’ PDA.*

Bedroom hm?

Pffffthaaaaaa-!

*At BJ’s little slip, Tess snorts with laughter.*

Nehehehe that’s fuckin’ dirty.

*Yes, teasing Betty-Jane seems like way more fun right now than trying to wrap her head around the fact that this chick she kinda hates saved her life. Plus she just can’t seem to stop giggling.*

Man you’re just like… like one of those… Russian things. Th’ dolls. Layers, man.

It was a slip! Oh my god, step off! I didn't mean to say that.

*she crosses her arms with a huff and grumbles*

And it's not that dirty.

*At first she doesn’t register that it’s Bradley talking to her— the real Bradley— so when she turns to the source of the voice, she just keeps sobbing.*

Her boyfriend! H-he-he tried to kill her! S-s-so I hit him with a rock! I d-d—

*and then realisation hits her that she’s talking to the very man she thought she’d killed…

… and she screams.*

YOU AREN’T DEAD OH THANK BABY JESUS!

*Wave neatly at Tess, before looking back down at BJ, raising an eyebrow at her explanation.*

Oh.

That explains what happened to her, I had my hunch.. Thank you for confirming it , at the very least.

That was me.. I know it’ll sound pretty weird.. But that was only like, a doppelganger of me.

*Crosses past her to sit down on the bed beside Tess, lacing an arm around her protectively as he smiles up at Betty-Jane.*

It’s not the first time it happened either.

*As Bradley sits down, Tess clambers into his lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She’d nuzzle him if it wouldn’t hurt her nose so much, so she just leans her head on his shoulder, glaring somewhat blearily at Betty-Jane.*

Yeah. Last time he almost killed him. Him… his clone. His clone almost killed him.

*And she just confused herself, so she’ll just continue blinking at the other Scout.*

…so it really was you. You… you didn’t know it wasn’t him?

Dop-- Wait, this has happened-- and no one thought to maybe spray for them or something?

*she wrinkles her nose at the display, and were she not so distracted by the revelations, she'd remark on them being physical with an audience... Despite how she and BG's first time started out more public than this. Instead, she just... glances between their faces, perplexed.*

I just... I thought he was hurting you? I mean, he was, not him, but the other him. Was hurting you. But I thought it was him and... I just wanted to knock him out since he was hitting and choking you and... Well, I mean you don't choke your girlfriend unless it's in the bedro-- erm.

*Nice time for the word vomit to return. She just clams up on the spot and stares at them with wide eyes and a furrowed brow.*

OH MERCY!

*Not really thinking that Tess isn’t in any shape to be getting out of bed, Betty-Jane backs up toward the door, ready to bolt as soon as the RED tries to charge at her. Regardless of toughening up over the year, she can’t stop herself from sobbing hysterically, not realising that Tess’s accusatory tone has less to do with the dead clone of Bradley and more to do with angered embarrassment.*

I’m s-sorryyyyy! I d-d-didn’t mean to! I j-just w-wanted to knock him ooooooout! He was g-go-gonna kill you!

He was gonna kill who?

*Bradley says as he walks up behind the girl.. Betty wasn’t it? Last he knew Tess and her were enemies, why would she be snooping around here by herself.

Then again, in a crisis who knows what sort of bonds will crop up, he frowns though, not out of anger, more out of exasperation.*

Please try not to get her all riled up though, she’s already hard enough to contain now, I’d hate for her to be loopy and strung out.

*Tess’ face lights up when Bradley walks in; his presence, for now, superceding her previous train of thought. She holds her arms out to him plaintively.*

Baby!

*To Betty-Jane she gives a confused, exasperated look.*

Sheesh, what’re you blubberin’ about? Turn off th’ watah works, huh? You’re harshin’ my buzz.

*At first she doesn't register that it's Bradley talking to her-- the real Bradley-- so when she turns to the source of the voice, she just keeps sobbing.*

Her boyfriend! H-he-he tried to kill her! S-s-so I hit him with a rock! I d-d--

*and then realisation hits her that she's talking to the very man she thought she'd killed...

... and she screams.*

YOU AREN'T DEAD OH THANK BABY JESUS!

gee—willikers replied to your post: 8I *watches her awkwardly from the door*

Oh no, you’re in space right now… *clears throat* Are you, uhm… How are you… feeling? 8I

Pfffffft nah I’m just… I’m fuckin’ fine. Juuuuust fine.

*And she squints at her. Squiiiint. Like she’s trying to figure something out.*

Um. Why. Why are you looking at me like that…

*Crapcrapcrap, she knows about the dead boyfriend already. CRAP. She tries to play it cool, she really does, but after a few more seconds of judgmental scrutiny from the other scout, Betty-Jane breaks.*

I’M SORRY I KILLED YOUR GUY; I DIDN’T MEAN TO! HE WAS BEATING YOU!

It was you!

*Tess flips herself upright and points a finger at Betty-Jane. Then she appears to lose her train of thought.*

Wait, no. No fuckin’ way. That was a fuckin’… fuckin’ hallucination or some shit.

OH MERCY!

*Not really thinking that Tess isn't in any shape to be getting out of bed, Betty-Jane backs up toward the door, ready to bolt as soon as the RED tries to charge at her. Regardless of toughening up over the year, she can't stop herself from sobbing hysterically, not realising that Tess's accusatory tone has less to do with the dead clone of Bradley and more to do with angered embarrassment.*

I'm s-sorryyyyy! I d-d-didn't mean to! I j-just w-wanted to knock him ooooooout! He was g-go-gonna kill you!

gee—willikers replied to your post: 8I *watches her awkwardly from the door*

Oh no, you’re in space right now… *clears throat* Are you, uhm… How are you… feeling? 8I

Pfffffft nah I’m just… I’m fuckin’ fine. Juuuuust fine.

*And she squints at her. Squiiiint. Like she’s trying to figure something out.*

Um. Why. Why are you looking at me like that...

I'M SORRY I KILLED YOUR GUY; I DIDN'T MEAN TO! HE WAS BEATING YOU!

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*The follow through of such a vicious attack sends the clone spiraling down to the ground with his female counterpart, tumbling and rolling to a stop a small distance away from her. He slowly gets up, apologizing to the head lowly as he stares at Tess’ fallen form, hateful vindictiveness burning a hole through her. There’s no rush, there was no way the girl wasn’t out cold, she’d be nursing a concussion for weeks.

Well, she would if she were leaving these woods alive.*

You’ll pay for stealing her life, and then ending it. You may never have seen her, but you’re the reason she’s dead. Because you kept something she wanted.

Now you’re gonna lose it too.

*He begins a series of vicious stomps to any part of her body he could reach, he was not particularly picky, though he made sure to aim a particularly harsh stop to her face, her nose specifically.*

*No, no, no, no! Avalanches now bases on fire and exploding? She survived a flood, but Betty-Jane questions the plausibility of surviving two major disasters in the short span of her career… And at present, she has no idea what or who was responsible for the madness the lab has degenerated into; she’s been blindly scrambling around outside the wreckage trying to find her family, but she can’t make out anything definite through the smoke and heat-warped air.

In a moment of vain hope, she turns to the woods behind her… And wonders if maybe they retreated into the woods. It’s honestly more to go off of than she has at present out here, so she takes last glance around for any of her crew and pushes through the snowy underbrush.

Twenty minutes of stumbling around without a damn clue, and Betty-Jane knows this was a mistake, on multiple levels; it’s quieter out here now that the bases are distant, and it’s the quiet that unnerves her more than the unknown saboteurs. She stops short after a few more minutes when she swears she hears voices, a panicked and high voice cutting through the air reaches Betty-Jane’s ears first… A lower one she can make out even less follows and then a sharp cry— the sound sends a jolt through the scout, and before she can stop herself, she’s dashing through the brush toward the voices.

The last thing she expected to see greeting her is Tess under attack from her sweetheart, of all people; well, Tess in the aftermath, at least. The RED scout is unmoving on the ground— what the hell does that so-called boyfriend think he’s doing?! Betty-Jane is making a night of acting on rash, potentially unwise decisions as she charges at the scout still standing, screaming as she full-out leaps at him to tackle him and shove him away from Tess’s unconscious and bloodied form.*

*Tess feels like she’s swimming up from the bottom of a dark lake. It’s difficult, and everything hurts; it would be much easier to let herself sink back down into sleep, she thinks, but something keeps her struggling against unconsciousness. When her eyes finally flutter open, it takes her a moment to even realize they have; it’s so dark, and everything looks fuzzy.

Her face is strangely numb, though when she reaches a hand up to feel it it results in a sharp pain, and her fingers feel wet. The rest of her her body aches, and Tess groans as she tries to prop herself up on her elbows, before falling back again.

Where even is she? She remembers running through the woods, and talking to Bradley. She remembers being afraid. But then… nothing. Vaguely, the Scout becomes aware of the sounds of a struggle, scuffling somewhere nearby. She turns her head towards the sound, trying to get her eyes to focus.*

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*The clone stops his stomping to drop down to his knees in a hurry, his hands lacing around the fallen Scout’s neck. Now began the long, arduous tale of killing her.

So busy in his murder in is the clone that he fails to recognize anyone coming near him, nor does he succeed in defending himself from the tackle, he rolls off the scout and skids to a stop some small sum away from the two females. Clonely springs unto an upright position quickly, eyes darting towards the girl who interrupted him, eyes full of wild hatred.*

Who the hell are you?!

*He snarls, before pulling himself up, trying to shove the girl away by her face.*

Get the hell out of here, you’re going to ruin everything!

*After a hardy shove the clone tries to spring back onto Tess, intent on ending her life. If he couldn’t choke her then he’d damn well snap her fucking neck.*