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la_belle_rogue) wrote2013-09-25 02:30 pm
la_belle_rogue) wrote2013-09-25 02:30 pm
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[Audio |Private to Friends if you think you're on it, you are.]
[She's at the very end of her frayed rope. It's obvious in her voice. Rogue is at her breaking point.]
Someone get me drunk and gimme a place ta pass out. Ah can't stay in mah own room right now, and Ah can't deal with [This Alpha bullshit. The loud voices in her head. Anything to do with that breach.] any more of this.
[Private Iris |Still Audio]
Lets get this trap thing set up, whenever you're ready.
[Garden Spam, over the next few days]
[Once she's had her initial meltdown, she has to pull herself together. Which meant a lot of internal work. So she's sitting in the gardens for hours, every day, for the next few days, meditating.]
[She's at the very end of her frayed rope. It's obvious in her voice. Rogue is at her breaking point.]
Someone get me drunk and gimme a place ta pass out. Ah can't stay in mah own room right now, and Ah can't deal with [This Alpha bullshit. The loud voices in her head. Anything to do with that breach.] any more of this.
[Private Iris |Still Audio]
Lets get this trap thing set up, whenever you're ready.
[Garden Spam, over the next few days]
[Once she's had her initial meltdown, she has to pull herself together. Which meant a lot of internal work. So she's sitting in the gardens for hours, every day, for the next few days, meditating.]
Spam!
And the ship's only so big. Just a matter of time until you run into somebody you might not want to see.]
Well how 'bout that.
[As if it's pure coincidence, as if he hasn't been waiting for the right moment. Hasn't been following her from afar since the damn breach wore off. She's not the only one nursing effectively a hangover.
He's just got his own way of channeling it. In this case strolling towards her with a wide, feral grin, teasing at honest amusement but not entirely succeeding.]
What're the odds, huh?
Spam!
She wants to run. She is wrecked mentally in a way others on the Barge just aren't. She's picking up the pieces after Hurricane Alpha,and dealing with the 'hang over' on top of it. Her realities still blend in confusing ways. She knows she's not ready to deal with him right now.
But Rogue is bullheaded on her best of days. And this isn't her best day.]
Doubt they're long ones.
Spam!
[His gaze flicks over her, with all the familiarity he'd come to know during the breach, but it's largely just to get a rise out of her. He's a little weirded out by the whole thing too, he's just better at hiding it. At using it to his advantage.
He doesn't need to lean in close to get the agitation rolling off her in waves. Doesn't need to try to tell how much his presence is unsettling her right now. But that doesn't stop him from taking a step closer to do it anyway. She's got quite the unusual little mix at the moment.]
Well somebody's less happy to see me than usual. An' here I thought you enjoyed that little piece of marital bliss we had goin'.
Spam!
What d'ya want?
[Answering his question would be a mistake, so she was opting not even go there. Assuming of course, she could divert him.]
Spam!
[Her discomfort only encourages him further, widens his toothy grin. He doesn't take another step forward, but he's biding his time. Reading her. Trying to decide where to go from there.]
So I'm takin' that as yer smilin' face weren't so smiley after all?
Spam!
Him being a jackass was a help though.]
Think whatever ya want. Are we done here? [She wants to gooo.]
Spam!
[He changes tactics now, circling her, never straying too far out of her space.]
Wouldn't think it'd be too difficult to answer a simple question, darlin'.
Spam!
She was very happy.
[Yep, 'she'. Despite the fact that Rogue was having trouble disassociating the realities, she wasn't stupid enough to speak of it in first person.]