dead end girl

[bawlmer]

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 Coltin'sspare bedroom was becoming something of a prison. Yes, she understood that he was concerned, and that her health was of paramount concern to everyone in her family. But it was crisp outside, the wind was blowing, and all she wanted to do was to take an invigorating walk in the cold air of the outdoors. So she waited for Coltin

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[ouragans]

[Walking outside in his usual posture (hands in pockets, head lowered, somewhat menacing), it certainly is a surprise to see someone he was very sure was dead last he checked walking the other way. Yes, walking. Walking like what either living people or zombies do, and she doesn't look too bloodthirsty. So, eyes wide, back straightened, suddenly looking the six feet tall he is instead of the five-nine he sometimes makes himself to be.]

Uh... This is the part I say 'holy shit', right?

that icon. :'D

[bawlmer]

[she raises her eyebrows momentarily back at him, but shrugs in the end. what is there to say to that, really? she can't blame him for being surprised. so she'll just give a rather lame shrug.]

You can do that, if you want. Or you could just say 'hey' too.

[ouragans]

[Well, consider him pleasantly surprised.]

Then, holy shit and hello.

[bawlmer]

[she can't help but laugh, pushing her sunglasses up to make sure that those uncoverable (and trust her, they are uncoverable. she's tried so much make up it could sink a ship and it's still obvious she has black eyes) black eyes are indeed covered.]
How've you been, hm? Opal said you brought coffee - I don't know if we've figured out what to do with it yet.

[first bomb drop - she's forgotten that she loves coffee. fuck you, hq. :C]

[ouragans]

[When Halo first came out, he looked like that after the third day of having it. It's not so bad.

Yet, the bomb drop seems to hit him with metaphorical shrapnel.]

I'm hoping you mean it's because you don't have a grinder.

[bawlmer]

Huh? A grinder? [she scratches at her head underneath the beanie, tipping her head slightly, and obviously confused.]
No I mean like... at all? I mean, she doesn't drink it. I can't.. remember drinking it.. ?

1/2

[ouragans]

[If Logan's head had speakers attached, there would be the sound of a ten car pile-up with a train full of screaming children hitting the wreckage and exploding like a hydrogen bomb.]

2/2

[ouragans]

[It takes all his willpower not to grab her by the wrist and haul her to his apartment. He only has to remind himself that she was dead, and probably might not handle being hauled off very well. Instead, he goes with verbal persuasion.]

Dude, you need java rehabilitation. I mean it.

[bawlmer]

[that reaction can only mean one thing: she's forgotten other things than how she died or what lead up to it other than what other people know. she sighs, yanking at a poor piece of bang out of sheer frustration. that is all such chicken shit bullshit.]

I mean.. I don't have anything going on... [she shrugs lamely, looking more.. sad and confused than willing.] .. I could try some..

[ouragans]

[In retrospect, he does feel terrible about it. He's felt terrible the whole week through. Thus he takes it upon himself for helping her at least a little. After all, coffee always makes him feel better.]

Awesome. And no worries. I'll make sure it's not total shit. [As far as he knows, he's never made coffee badly before. Or, at least he would never admit to it.]

[bawlmer]

[she smiles, no matter how minuscule is it compared to the first one.]
Well, I guess I'll be the judge of that, hm?