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@london-bauer
king-of-keyes:
[Sheās everything a woman should be. Smart. Fiery. Funny. Looks great with her tits on display.Ā
Sheās hot, obviously. In a dark, canāt-take-me-home-to-your-parents kind of way, which is exactly how he likes it. But sheās also got this fierceness to her, and this quickness about her wit that keeps him interested. And maybe itās about sexālike, he hardly knows her last name and theyāre meeting to sit half-naked in soapy water togetherābut she also has more of his interest than anyone else heās flirted with here. Nolan flirts. Oozes sex appeal and innuendo. Itās what he does, because itās what he does best, but London actually gives him something to compete with. Piques his curiosity in fresh ways.Ā
And oh, does she look good with her tits out.Ā
He smirks, as he steps up to the edge of the bath, sinking one foot in at a time onto the first landing. ] A refund? Oh, so you paid for me, did you? Iām just a whore to you?
[His eyes are āup thereā, as they say, but Londonās definitely not looking at them as he climbs slowly into the tub. Deliberately slow, she thinks-- - if heās not a whore, heās certainly putting on a good show of being one.]
Can you not just choose to be flattered that I thought you were worth something in the first place, like any normal man would be?
lake-valentine:
[The girl doesnāt look like, super impressed with Londonās honesty, but hey, it was probably the nicest thing London could have done. Keeping her on the outside of the joke would have been more mean, and strangely it was probably what Lake would have done in the situation. Letting her off the hook would have been more awkward for him then just sticking with the story.Ā
Uh oh. The love life question. He can already feel himself sweating. But actually, heās like, glad she asked sorta because sheās the one person he has to talk to about this stuff. Partially because sheās super easy to talk to and sheās always been there for him, and partially because like, his other friends he talks to are maybe sorta involved in this love-life mess and so that conversation would be hella awkward.]Ā
Oh, itās still painfully complicated. Like grotesquely complicated. Like Game of Thrones complicated. Itās actually gotten worse sinceā[Oh God. He hasnāt told her yet. He hasnāt told anyoneĀ yet, and heās really not sure how that happened. Heād have thought he would have run around the colony with balloons and streamers screaming IāM NOT A VIRGIN, IāM NOT A VIRGIN. Maybe heās grown up a bit. Whoda thunk.]
Oh shit I havenāt told you. I mean, it only happened a little while ago and I havenāt seen you a lot and then everything happened with the NWRF and I guess I⦠yeah. So Ryder and I like, hooked up. Like hooked up,Ā hooked up. As in he took the card. And then like, recently thereās been this weird thing with someone else when I was like⦠well it was back a few weeks ago when I was freaking out in the middle of the night because I had that episode? Oh, you would have heard because I was only a few doors over, since Iāve been sleeping in the Torren tower, but yeah, when I was tearing the place apart. Anyway, since then thereās been this strange thing, and I donāt know if itās a thing because he seems pretty uncomfortable about the whole thing and didnāt want me to lie, misunderstand and stuff. And then I asked Chloe out. On a date. Because sheās the most beautiful girl Iāve seenāno offence, hehā and sheās perfect and I dunno, I really like her and Iām tired of being messed around, you know? Like, I keep like, freaking following these⦠stupid BOYS around with like, my tail between my legs hoping theyāll explain their FEELINGS to me but oh my God, have you MET boys? Like how have you dated them your whole life? Neither of them are straight with me, pun not intended, and like, I figured fuck it. I donāt know whatās going to happen but like, Iām also not going to wait around like a puppy dog until they figure it out. So Iām being like, a strong independent⦠man.Ā
[Lake, only women say that. Thatās a womenās phrase. You nitwit.
He shrugs.] I dunno. Just gonna keep like, doing my own thing until one of them figured out what the hell they want form me. And Ryder, like.. well Ryder and I are pretty unique. I dunno whatās gonna happen with him. I donāt regret anything and I still like⦠I still got the feelsĀ and everything, but I think THAT whole situation is gonna take a while to figure out and itās not like heās the Virgin Mary or anything soā¦Ā
[Whoooooooookay, talk about information overload. As is so often inspired when Lake heads off on one of his verbose rants, Londonās face morphs into slackjawed confusion. She feels like they should be drawing up flowcharts to organise this chaos at least a little, but maybe it makes more sense in Lakeās head.
She knew about the Ryder thing, because him and Lake have been sort-of-together-but-sort-of-not for... what, years? A long while, anyway. But this is the first sheās heard of them actually having sex, and although her first reaction is to slap him on the back in congratulations, it doesnāt seem like the moment. Clearly heās discovered already that sex tends to make things more complicated, not less. And then thereās another guy, and a girl, so no wonder shitās complicated. Ryderās always been enough of an enigma by himself, without adding further romantic options into the equation.
Letting out a long breath, London looks at him in something a little like awe.]Ā Well shit, mate. Thatās... a lot. How dāyou mean the Ryder situationās gonna take a while to figure out? I know he aināt the Virgin Mary but, does it bother you that heās more experienced or whatever? It obviously doesnāt bother him. Ā [Sheās got a lot more questions, really, but with Lake you have to pick one thread and follow it.]Ā
call-corbin:
[Ā LaughingĀ ] Blimey, yer keen, arenāt ya? Well I could show ya both, obviously. Itās not like my skills are exclusively on the pole. We could start with that if ya want, show ya some moves. Until I see if I canāt blow someone whoāll be able to get us a pole. Or maybe thereās one on the grounds somewhere. In the traininā rooms downstairs ya think maybe? Pole dancinā is goodĀ ācause it keeps ya hella fuckinā fit, too. Fuckinā works the bod like nooneās business.Ā
Uhh, I donāt think an old school would have a dancing pole just, like, kicking around somehow. But definitely show me some moves, thatād be fucking funĀ [London nods eagerly, enthused by the idea, and immediately sets off in the direction of the auditiorium.]. So how dāyou get into this stuff before? Or is that a personal question?Ā
alexander-donovan:
[Ā He wonders whatĀ āsorted outā means, considering she seems to be referring to something thatās happened post-apocalypse. What exactly did they do for harassed ex-convicts in a world where people are killing each other for scraps of food everyday? The thought leaves a depressing smog in his nose as he inhales slowly, listening to her gently, carefully. He wouldnāt trivializeĀ her safety like that, especially if what sheās getting at is as serious as it sounds, no matter who she is or what sheās doneābut the sad thing is he doesnāt have the faith in the Colony or the state of humanity post D-Day to know that everyone else feels the same.Ā
A nod at the notion ofĀ āsafeā being obsolete. A tilt of his head. ]Ā On the other side? What do you mean?
I mean, Iām not a greatĀ person or nothing, but I aināt going to side with these neo-Nazis. I got friends with Infections, yāknow? And theyāre being experimented on. And you know what these people are like, if you aināt on their side then youāre against them.Ā
Sorry, I donāt understand. People were taken? What does that mean? Who took them? Do they need help searching for them? Iām very good at finding things. Are they sure that theyāre missing? Maybe they just got scared when the alarm sounded and hid. Humans often get scared. Maybe everything is fine.
...Has anyone ever told you that you should dye your hair blonde? You should. Everything aināt fine, babes.
call-corbin:
[ His laugh is spritely, boyish and bright, but he leans forward, hands slipping out of his pockets because the idea almost excites him. ] Wait, waitāokay, well, first of all, bullshite, I got an arse that could kill. Best in this place, easy. Nice try though.Ā
But why didnāt ya say somethinā before? This might be the best idea you ever had. Ever. And I aināt even known ya that long. I shouldĀ teach ya. How fun would that be?Ā āSides, I dunno if ya know this, but I lock myself in the auditorium sometimes just rememberinā old routines. I miss it, sorta. Not that I worked on poleĀ routines, because, you know, there aināt exactly a stripper poleĀ āround hereā¦. but I wonder if I could find a way to bring one in off the ships? Hell, what the bloody fuck would they have done with those portable ones, when the world blew up? Use it for construction? [ he laughsĀ ]Ā
Um, yeah? Mate, that would be so fucking cool. I always wanted to learn to pole dance. Or, like... if thereās no pole, what are we doing? Stripping? I could be down for that. I done ballet when I was younger but it lacked sex appeal, Iād fucking loveĀ for you to teach me.
lake-valentine:
[For a second he thinks sheās serious, and heās caught in that awful moment of wondering if HEāS wrong and just made a fool of himself, or if SHEāS just super freaking wrong and heās going to have to tell a cool girl whoās his friend but he used to have a mega crush on, that sheās like⦠really, really not right about this.Ā
But itās sorta in the way she stares her down, like.. he can almost see the corners of her mouth twitch, and he realizes sheās just being a sarcastic jerk. Lake grins, shaking his head and biting at the back of his knuckles to keep from laughing. His poker face is not so good, but he tries to reign it in with a clear of his throat and a forced cough.]
Ahem. Yeah. Yeah totally. [He nods at the girl solemnly.] Havenāt you ever been on a plane? [He glances as London, throwing her a subtle winkāand just like that it feels like heās in on the joke and heās sitting at the cool kids table.]Ā
[She loves the look on Lakeās face-- - like he belongs, like heās with family. Sheās not sure if heād be mortified to hear this, but heās like a brother to her. More than a friend, heās someone she knows will always be there. And it weighs on her sometimes, that he was so young when D-Day hit; he never got a lot of the normal teenage experiences. Just simple things, like sitting around a library table and ribbing at someone that asked a stupid question.
Taking pity on the poor girl, who looks perplexed by everyoneās snickering, London gives her a serious answer.]Ā
Nah, weāre just being dicks. You canāt feel earthquakes in an airplane,Ā ācause you aināt touching the ground. [Setting down her pen and stretching her arms out behind her, she turns to Lake.]Ā So, howās the love life? Last I heard it was, like, painfully complicated.
alexander-donovan:
[Somethingās upset her. But navigating the emotions of someone whoās been categorized as psychologically unemotional. Itās a messy area of pure greys, and any lines being drawn are presumptuousĀ and deductive.Ā
And itās precisely why he avoids reading files, now. So different from his life in the force, where he read every file like homework, a certain kind of study that would determine his effectiveness as an officer of the law. As a so-called peace keeper.Ā
But things are different now, and though itās arguable that Alex hasnāt changed all that much, he has adapted, and he believes in those adaptations, despite not having predicted them.Ā
And the painĀ in her face reminds him of why. Thereās a skittering of fear across her face, like a mouse scampering across tile from sudden light into shadow. Looking for an escape, a hiding place, a piece of darkness that can be construed as safety.Ā
Safety is hard to come by these days, however. Then again, perhaps it always has been.
Her words trigger something in him, and he looks at her carefully.]
Iām not going to check your records, [he clarifies, to get it out of the way right off the bat.]Ā I believe you and Iām aware you havenāt had incident since being here. I wasnāt asserting that you had. [But itās the rest that had struck him as concerning, and he takes his time in inquiring about it.] But are you inferring that youāve hadĀ people take the law into their own hands, as you say, against you? Because I donāt give a damn about your history or your record before the Colonyāyou have the same right to feeling safe here as anyone else. And if someoneās threatened you, that should be addressed. I donāt give a shit about what the NWRF seems to dictate. No one here should ever be a target. That is not what the Colonies were built for.Ā
[Uh oh, itās sort of hot when heās all serious and protector-of-the-people. It actually distracts London from her previous memories for a moment, enough to focus on what heās actually saying.
Yeah, no one here SHOULD ever be a target. Her own questionable past aside, it seemed beyond stupid that after surviving a near extinction, people could still hurt each other. And London canāt help but feel that if sheĀ is able to take the moral high ground over you, you need to take a long, hard look in the mirror.]Ā
Nah, I mean, it was a thing but it were like, years ago. It got sorted out then, the guy aināt even here any more. And besides-- - [she adds this bitterly]Ā I donāt think anyone feelsĀ āsafeā here any more. Maybe I aināt infected but Iām not on their side, and Iām pretty sure that makes me a sympathiser or something.
[So, Nolan is absolutely a rebound interest. A not-quite-Damien. A never-could-be-Jason. If she was actually interested in him, she might have invited him to do something more intellectually stimulating than hot tubbing-- - well, thatās not entirely fair. Sheās interested in anyone whoās blinded a man. She likes his ruthlessness, his roughness. He wonāt play nice with her.
But frankly, sheās content enough to simply see him with his kit off. London is a simple woman of simple pleasures, and pursuing anything āmoreā with Nolan would be more complicated than she cares for right now. So, she dons her swimsuit (a slippery, silvery thing thatās a little worn because, like everything, its second hand), and sinks into the bubbles to see if heāll turn up. She isnāt even certain he will; but then he is there, trunks clinging to his body in a way that London finds, honestly, indecent.]
...In my head you were wearing speedos, so Iām not going to lie, this is disappointing. Can I get a refund?
@king-of-keyes
Iām sorry, youāwhat?Ā
[Oh sweet Mary and Joseph and little baby J, he does not have the patience for ANYTHING today. He has a headache and it is not being made any better by listening to girls ask questions like CAN YOU FEEL AN EARTHQUAKE IN AN AIRPLANE.]Ā
[London glances up from her homework (Russian, which sheās kept up despite Damienās departure), brow furrowed at the absurdity of the question. For a moment, Lake is the only one in the library that responds in any way. Does... does this girl ever think before she opens her mouth?]Ā
Um, duh, what do you think turbulence is? The vibrations travel up the air from the ground and shake the airplane. Thatās, like, kiddy knowledge. [London stares her down, daring her not to sense the sarcasm.]
bear-little-loss:
[On her elongatedĀ āuhhhā he looks at her and sees an expression he hadnāt anticipated. Suddenly, as he gazes into her cloud-like grey eyes, lined with charcoal and coal, he has this funny feeling of being at the cafeteria table with that weird girl who only wears black and the cool kids warn to stay away from.Ā
Heād always been at one of those tables too, until Joel had changed things, that is. Thing is, heād always been alone at that table. Itās almost surreal, for a moment, as if separate words in separate parallelĀ universes are colliding in some post apocalyptic sci fi game.Ā
He doesnāt know what to say, at first, and he has to blink to declutter what sheās saying to him.]
What? [It hits him, and he feels brief horror.] Because they were part of the clan that kicked me out, [he replies in a burst.] Before the Colony found me. Nothingānothing weird.
[Is he protesting too much? London canāt tell. Sheās not sure why sheās decided heās at risk of killing her, because frankly sheās probably got more intimidating enemies out there. The Deluded have always freaked her out a bit though, because they view the world through different eyes and it makes their moral codes a shadowy thing.]Ā
Oh, whoa, they kicked you out? That must have been a whole... thing. Like, ha ha, why would you kick someone out of your group? So weird, they mustāve thought you did... something?
[Yeah, he totally slaughtered them.]
call-corbin:
[He lets out a loose laugh. Heās almost forgotten how refreshing she is.] Oh so youāre a, what is it, mormon ex-convict now? Is that the one they donāt believe in dancing and shite like that? But whatever, goth-barbie, you just donāt wanna see me dance incase it makes ya too hot fer me.Ā
Actually, to tell the truth, Iām just salty because you never offered me pole dancing lessons. I can only assume itāsĀ ācause you know my arse is better than yours.
Alright. We needs some tunes up in this joint or some shit. Startinā to lose my bloody mind.Ā
Corbin Ealy, we discussed this, you stay off that pole. Music is only going to encourage you in your infidel, sinning ways.Ā [She almost sounds like she could be serious, but the glint in her eye gives her away as it is wont to do.]
Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace I dream at night, I can only see your face I look around but it's you I can't replace I feel so cold and I long for your embrace I keep crying, "Baby, baby, please"