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Yamato
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Posted: 9/8/2018 at 12:14 PM
Post #11
"Oi! Get offa me! Lemme go!" Merrick said in a drunken haze. He tried to punch her but kept missing. "Lemme go!" he swore loudly at the top of his lungs.
IvyCat
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Posted: 9/10/2018 at 11:43 AM
Post #12
Angelica eyes narrowed as she held him up in the air, "you aren't making us look like a very good fratello" she sighed softly as she walked across he glass, dragging him but not letting him touch the door. She had a shard of glass stuck in her foot and she could feel it uncomfortably digging in, but she bit her tongue in order not to complain.
She led him across the wooden bordered corridor, the oak polished perfectly with a shine on it. She was impressed by how well everything was upheld, a white and blue decorated vase with watered plants on the table, the white flower blooming gorgeously despite being inside.
She let go of his scruff and steadied her handler on the floor of the corridor, just in front of the stairs. She gave a nod waiting for the onslaught of words and punches she deserved for not letting go of him as he ordered her too, breaking regulations for his safety. She lifted her foot slightly off the ground, hoping she hadn't pushed the shard in so far she couldn't dig it out herself.
Yamato
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Posted: 9/10/2018 at 11:49 AM
Post #13
Merrick didn't scold her, but he looked a bit resentful. "What was that about?" he asked, his lip puffed out. He acted like a big baby sometimes. Scratch that. A lot.
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Posted: 9/10/2018 at 11:59 AM
Post #14
Angelica frowned and looked sad, a hint of disappointment in her eyes, but it was mainly sadness. She wriggled uncomfortably, "I'm your cyborg. I can't let you drink yourself to death." her voice was soft, although she tried to keep it monotonous her emotions slipped through. it didn't feel right to her, cyborgs should be better at hiding emotions than she was. She'd have to get that fixed later. She was still lent to one side, trying to keep her body weight off the foot. It would be easy to off balance her.
Her arm reached out and touched the wall, blocked his way back on the side without her body weight. She shook her shoulder, rolling it backwards so her gun made a familiar clicking noise. She had perfected getting ti to make the noise of a bullet clicking in when she wanted it to, and couldn't help to smile at her success.
Yamato
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Posted: 9/10/2018 at 12:23 PM
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"'m not gonna get m'self drunk." Merrick said, slightly drunk. He looked at her warily. "You can't threaten to shoot me, Angelica."
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Posted: 9/10/2018 at 12:28 PM
Post #16
"you are drunk" she frowned and sighed, "No, but I can go out and do a job without instructions" she smiled warily, unsure if he'd catch her lie. She would never be able to do that, truth be told, she wasn't mentally prepared. She'd heard the horrific stories of cyborgs going crazy and destroying places, being put under conditioning for going insane after not following instructions. She didn't know if it was true or not, but she was scared it was. She didn't want to become one of those.
Angelica hated the idea of going into the wards. She bit down hard on her lip.
"Come to the kitchen and sober up" she said it as an order, but her voice made it sound like a question, her voice highering on the end notes. She gulped nervously, ashamed by what she had just said and the disrespect she had just shown him. She clenched her fist, her fingers digging into her skin and making small, red beads of blood drop to the floor. For her, it didn't hurt, but she watched in satisfaction.
Yamato
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Posted: 9/10/2018 at 1:05 PM
Post #17
Merrick rolled his eyes. "Fine." he said, walking tipsily to the kitchen, where he promptly crashed headfirst into a cabinet.
IvyCat
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Posted: 9/10/2018 at 1:09 PM
Post #18
Angelica let out an alarmed squeak, rushing over, feeling the shard of glass fully embed itself into her foot. She refused to let herself flinch. Her eyes darkened and she ran the tap, washing a cup first encase anyone had decided to lay traces of poison. She couldn't risk it. She swilled it around, watching the light reflect off the crystal water with a smile. It was a fake smile to reassure him and herself.
With her other leg, slipping her foot around a stool and pulled it out into the middle of the room, but not so far he couldn't lean against the counter, "Sit" she sighed, looking around for a flannel she could use to wipe his face and freshen him up, "you shouldn't be in this state.. Shabre will laugh at me.."
Edited By IvyCat on 9/10/2018 at 1:09 PM.
Yamato
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Posted: 9/10/2018 at 1:21 PM
Post #19
"Why'd she do that?" Merrick asked, sitting down. He wheezed a bit, trying not to cough. The alcohol always burned his throat.
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Posted: 9/10/2018 at 1:27 PM
Post #20
She handed him the cup and looked at the cabinet. The wood was dented and splinters stuck out. She sighed and looked away from him and touched it, waiting until she got a splinter inside her finger. She then sucked it out and spat it into the sink, running the water to dispose of it, "I'll have to fix that" she pointed out, looking back at him, "I'm your cyborg. You should be looking after you, but it's my job to defend you." her arms crossed, "Any cyborg would laugh at how I have to treat you like a child." she pouted sulkily.
Angelicas clothes were still damaged from the last training exercise, covered in dust, she hadn't bothered to wash and clean them. She squirmed, a piece of dirt was stuck and had broken down into sections as she wriggled, causing it to itch as it rubbed against her skin uncomfortable. She tried her best not to complain or make her discomfort obvious, but her constant moving had been making it hard the whole time and she was getting frustrated and both her untidiness and handler.
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