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nomoneystillproblems: (a succinct summary of peter's life)

[personal profile] nomoneystillproblems 2015-02-16 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Look Akame, some people just have a tough time doing normal things. Just pretend they were living in an infomercial before this okay. Standards must be lowered. Not everyone can be an action ninja babe.

Also he stares at this. A lot.]


FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org

Oh so you met him.


[UM. WHAT. IS THERE TO SAY. Don't talk to the me that isn't me? Who's cuter?]

FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org

He seems nice.


[SO ANYWAY.]

FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org

There was a clan of locals shooting fiery arrows at us for the whole three days. I'm not an unfit man, but I swear i have never run so far for so long in my entire life combined. It was atrocious.

FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org

She seems it but then she started cracking jokes at me and now i'm a little more terrified to be honest? But hey i can ditch cheese now, what a time to be alive.

FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org

I'm so mad i used to love cheese now i wanna puke just thinking about it

FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org

And what for real? I was just about to gather something for just that. Which rover are you in, I'll swing by and pick you up!
hahahorsejokes: (fcrep53)

[personal profile] hahahorsejokes 2015-02-22 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
FROM: kirstein.jean@cdc.org
yeah the teams used to get split up pretty often. we all had our own objectives and missions to finish. don't know how they'll run ship this time, but expect to get separated a lot.


[ Granted, her next message kind of takes precedence to team bonding experiences. ]

FROM: kirstein.jean@cdc.org
poisoned??? mention that first next time! are you okay?

FROM: kirstein.jean@cdc.org
I'm by the med rover come stop by
jounce: (>> it's the feeling I hate the most)

day 98.

[personal profile] jounce 2015-02-26 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[as the camp settles (or not, new recruits confused and old recruits mourning losses), the morning light spilling down chilly and still.]

[also still: an exhausted ginger, laying face-down in the mud in front of a rover.]

[those last five steps really get a person, you know. feel free to join him, shake your head at him, kick him, yell at him or any combination of the above. or, sure, another, kinder option. he's definitely out cold.]
jounce: (&Tsukishima; not my idea of a good date)

[personal profile] jounce 2015-03-02 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[words do little to rouse him - even the concerned lilt to her voice breaks only the first hazy layer in his mind, puts a vague thought that I should respond to that. but he doesn't. he continues to lay there, a la useless sack of exhausted teenaged boy.]

[hadn't slept well before the mission due to night terrors and lingering paranoia; couldn't sleep during for obvious reasons; now, finally, after... exhaustioon had him in its grasp- was someone tugging at his shirt...?-- it'd carry him oh-so-sweetly to--]

[... someone was definitely messing with his shirt...]

[why was someone messing with his shirt?!]


... Hhfrh--ghhnHNNNH?

[he swats blindly behind him, hand sluggish and uncoordinated, single eye cracking and squinting upward at the world. more grumbling (she'd find naught more than scratches and standard-fare bruising), and if she persisted, he'd roll over in an unhappy bid to get her to stop. why was this happening--?! who was that black-haired shape? oh, no, don't say the manager was here, too...!]]
jounce: (>> stamina: not enough)

[personal profile] jounce 2015-03-04 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[no, couldn't be the manager, those words were too kind. and also directed at him. mostly the directed at him part meant it couldn't be the manager. oh. hm.]

[befuddled and grumpy, he rolls back over on his stomach, the uneven ground nothing more than a chilly annoyance through the roughed-up material of his uniform. more annoying was his uniform's plating, the metal bits getting in the way of truly flattening out, but even that seemed like nothing in the grand scheme of absolute exhaustion. maybe the presence would go away if he kept his eyes closed long enough... that wouldn't be so bad. though he swore he recognized that voice, even if it wasn--]

[n-nnGH!]
Ooow, oowww, owowow whhhhhyyyyy...?!

[squirming pathetically after the jaw, that bloodshot eye once again cracked open to glare upward. who...? who--?!]

... kame...?

[what evil powers possessed her to try to rouse him so... and laugh at his pain, nonetheless!]

Why're you-- doing what you're doing, Akame? What gives...

[attempting to leverage himself up on an elbow, managing it for a brief second, and then once again collapsing down with a long, unhappy groan. s i g h. why. maybe he should get up, but--!]

You're blocking the moon, Akame. You're making it even colder than it already is!

[what a drama queen. too bad he was too focused on being a whiny brat to remember what made him fall here in the first place (or maybe that was fortune acting in his favor).]
nomoneystillproblems: (ya fine but ya simple)

[personal profile] nomoneystillproblems 2015-03-06 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[YES WELL

shut up he's a special case

okay]


FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org

Nobody really understands what's going on there honestly. And there's other cases of people being doubled up in other worlds, we just happen to both be here. At the same time.

FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org

We had like one conversation and it got really awkward and he ditched.

FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org

You waterwalked? Like Jesus-style walked on water? How did you manage that?

FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org

Right, right. Okay, coming over in five.


[When he arrives he's a little tickled to find her diving into one of the most famous love stories of all time. She didn't seem the sort for romance. Or for Shakespeare for that matter.

Since he's thrown secrets out the window by now, he has no qualms leaping up next to her, landing in a buggish crouch.]


What part are you at?
Edited 2015-03-06 06:21 (UTC)
jounce: (<< real talk)

[personal profile] jounce 2015-03-08 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[slightly big on her means slightly big on him, but the warmth is appreciated; he struggles toward sitting up, though even once he manages it, his head lolls forward.]

Should get to the rover... [except-- you know what, he would prefer not to be inside. too much time lately had been spent inside. rather, not enough time had been spent outside, and since they'd probably be back on the Neheda in not too long - Macha gone, and - stuck in a ship again.]

[how was his mind full of cotton, but she kept standing? couldn't leave her to stand alone.]

[up he swayed, storm jacket tightened around him, eyes yet vaguely unfocused. at least he seemed to be done being a brat.]


Never mind that. [firmly, insomuch as he could be. she had a place, right? that's what she'd said. so.] Where's this place? Let's go. I'd... like to go.
jounce: (<< real talk)

[personal profile] jounce 2015-03-12 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[long, halting inhale, interspersed by a yawn that came and went. his head remained at a low hang, though life steadily trickled back into his downcast eyes. vertigo took more than a moment to fight off - eventually, however, he managed it, just in time to catch and process Akam'e sad chuckle and glance back.]

[he kept up. didn't look like he knew where they were going, let alone that they were still on Macha, but he catches the added lines to her expression that hadn't been there before.]

[there's a few things one could say to that, he thinks. he starts with, feet hopping an extra step for their arms to brush one another:]


Why?

[the night cast an eerie glow. the more aware he became, the stronger it grew. a forest alive; a forest silent in the wake of eradication, surreal as a nightmare and twice as terrifying as a dream. familiar faces back at camp, familiar faces dead in the field, and sure, he'd stick close to Akame's side for as long as he could. any company was better than none, even if this company seemed held together by despair and a world-weariness that hadn't shown itself since she'd been a heap in a hallway.]

[regret. what a word.]

[there was a charred toy in his pocket and a charred neraki screaming with her last breath in his mind. he'd like to go back to sleep (he'd like if Akame could, too, and ease the crease between her brow).]
tunayoshi: (GOD HAS SPOKEN)

day 102

[personal profile] tunayoshi 2015-03-16 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
FROM: sawada.tsunayoshi@cdc.org

akame?
are you ok?
tunayoshi: (USERPICS TO NAME)

[personal profile] tunayoshi 2015-03-17 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the response is expected— no one was "okay" or "fine". ]

FROM: sawada.tsunayoshi@cdc.org

i just wanted to talk to you soon?
if that's ok
if you aren't busy or

[ or want to be alone, just as he's done the last day. there's been too much to reflect and mourn to— ]
Edited 2015-03-17 12:42 (UTC)
tunayoshi: (TONY-OSHI)

[personal profile] tunayoshi 2015-03-19 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
FROM: sawada.tsunayoshi@cdc.org

i'm near most of the rovers
are you around here?

[ he's been walking around for most of the day— left and right, so if he had to look for the right tree . . . he wouldn't mind that either—! ]
tunayoshi: (FIRE SPIN)

[personal profile] tunayoshi 2015-03-22 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ah—! wait! she didn't even give him a chance to say no!!

but, she means well, and tsuna doesn't even have to move around much before akame finds him and he finds her.

she isn't the only one who has had more than their fair share. tsuna's done most of his crying during the last few days— today was a day of resolve. of choice. maybe he didn't have much of it— it was either an outcome that meant hell or hope, and of course— hope won, despite the various upsetting downsides.

she doesn't have to say a word about her appearance, and neither does he question it— tsuna was almost empathic in the sense of hyper intuition, and obvious tip ins helped deduce more than enough, where his heart gives a slight drop, his fingers fidgeting together and his expression sympathetic.

( She was . . . Crying. )

he looks weary if anything, maybe a bit restless, upset ( of course ), and something particularly new that graces both cheeks are scars— jagged, symmetrical scars, each about a little less the size of half an index finger, as if a single, thin blade pierced right through— at least she doesn't have to see what it was before ( two bloody looking gashes ). ]


Ah— Yeah! That sounds better—

[ it would be better for both of them. ]

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