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In the off-season, Topher works as a waiter. He's the guy wearing 46 pieces of flair.
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Sierra wants Cody. Cody wants Gwen. Gwen wants Duncan. Duncan wants Courtney. Courtney wants Alejandro. Alejandro wants Heather. Heather wants a million dollars.
Mal: Maybe we could.. if.. if I get help.. *gives her a pleading sort of look. I'm hurt. I'm lonely. I'm scared. I need comforted....*
Zoey: *hugs him*
Mal: *hugs her back. When she withdraws, he rests a hand gently on her cheek, then abruptly uses it to grab her hair and slam her head into the wall so hard that it dents the drywall and makes her teeth rattle. Two, three, four strikes to disorient her, all in the space of about half a second. He throws her to the ground, kicks her into the cabinets, then turns to grab a knife out of the drawer...*
Duncan: *steps between him and Zoey when Mal turns around* Alright, motherfucker, listen up. I'm on parole, so if fighting you means that my ass is going back to prison for another twenty years, BELIEVE ME I will make it worth my while. Drop the fucking knife or they'll be fishing you out of the river with no hands and no head.
Mal: *hesitates, considering this, then puts the knife back in the sink.*
Duncan: Smart. Now fuck off back to your room. ...And don't get clever and think you're just going to catch her later. Anything happens to her, I'm holding your ass personally accountable.
((Zoey slept with Vito the night before))
Mike: Do you have ANY idea how creepy and weird it is to wake up like that!? Knowing that you had sex, but without any memory of what happened or with who? For all I know, Vito picked up some sketchy hooker last night and I should get checked! And you knew that I wouldn't have slept with you last night, so what made screwing Vito seem like it was okay? It's.. it's bad enough that I wake up with bruises from fights Vito started or broken bones from when Svetlana misjudges a jump, or in the woods with no map because Manitoba decided to have one of his asinine little "adventures"! I shouldn't have to do detective work when I wake up just to keep track of my sexual history too!
Zoey: I'm sorry.
Mike: Just.. just stay away from me. *goes to walk off.
Mike: I really like you but.. I.. I don't think it's safe for us to be together.
Zoey: Maybe....maybe now's not a good time for this conversation.
Mike: I just don't want to hurt you.
Zoey: Mike... Or whoever, I can't tell who's talking to me anymore.
Mike: *softly* It's Mike.
Zoey: Mal said that a lot too.
Mike: I can't keep doing this, Zoey. You're going to get hurt or.. or worse, and I-I can't live with that. We just... we need to break up.
Zoey: I just need some space right now, that's all.
Mike: *weak, humorless laugh* That's.. that's kind of what breaking up is.
Zoey: Not forever though. I still like you. Well, the Mike parts.
Mike: Zoey, I could really hurt you. You know how bad my control is.
Zoey: It was getting better.
Mike: And then it got bad again. Zoey, it's not going to stop or go away.
Duncan: A psychotic ex is bad, too.
Geoff: *amused* You would know.
Duncan: *laughs* Yeah, no kidding.
Courtney: You've got completely valid reasons to freak out, way more than most people.
Duncan: Courtney, has it ever occurred to you that MAYBE this is shit I don't need to think about? Stop trying to fucking "Dr. Phil" me.
Dakota: *Hides her face in her hands* I don't know what this feeling is but I HATE it! I... I don't want anyone to look at me and I kind of want to disappear? It's new and it's awful.
Sam: You're embarassed. That's okay, it'll pass.
Dakota: Seriously, this is WORSE than guilt. And I hate guilt
Blaineley: Yeah, the brat's your fault.
Chris: Nope. Not claiming him. Sorry.
Blaineley: That's not gonna work for me.
Chris: Then lawyer up. Good luck.
Rodney needs to fall in love with Izzy, and Izzy needs to bite one of his fingers off. Not necessarily in that order.
Hunt, Stalk and Explore as a cat in a unique Open World Survival Game!
Just found this on Steam Greenlight. I don't have the funds to back this game at the moment, but I would love to spread awareness about it because it looks REALLY cool "Immerse yourself in a living world through the eyes of a cat, survive against nature and foes. Leap into the face of danger riddled with excitement while fending off a vast range of other animals. Build a reputation for yourself, make allies and mark your territory.
In Feral you are a natural born stray cat who is found and adopted into a home, although the life of a family cat is no life for you, you're a viscous killer with wild instincts.
We want to bring you a true and real experience without any boredom. The world will be jam packed with hundreds of non linear side missions and random events and also a main story line that you may choose to follow. Missions are completely optional and you are free to roam and explore the world to your desire.
We don't want to class this game as 'Horror', although there will definately be some scary and horrific moments during the game, especially at night. Each night can be unique, some nights nothing unordinary may happen, but others.. Well we will leave you guessing there."
Dear Every Person Who Has Ever Interacted With Me:
There is no scenario where I will find it funny that you have deliberately misunderstood something I have said.
MEET SELENE!
Selene, labeled The Wild Child, is a 16-year-old from the Canadian wilderness.
I don't know why they drew her upside down, but I approve.
Eva: Ugh, get a room.
Noah: Please don't. Get 'em a room and before you know it there will be more of them.