terrible at math

[candlejack]

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[inonebody]

[ This is probably what the guy he just ate thought. ]

[creepinginmy]

[HA]

[inonebody]

[ He can smell you out, Cerbos. ]

Brother. [ The Russian accent of the human still remains, but his voice is raw, like a whisper that claws at the throat, leaves the skin sore. ]

[creepinginmy]

[He's met with Jack's confusion for a split second, and then a knowing grin slips into his expression. Cerbos was sniffed out a lot faster than he imagined, but he can't blame Fenrad. His stench is as strong as his sense of smell.

All in all, this reads as a pleasant surprise.]

Weren't you supposed to be dead?

[jemerite]

[She'd actually been quite excellent at math, what had been lacking was her foresight. She had ruined someone's life, sent him off to jail to beaten and abused ruthlessly by his fellow inmates. And he'd back to kill her for it. Although, she never would have expected Barbet to infect her. Maybe that was where it had all gone wrong. She still didn't really understand him.

She reflects on it quietly while he's out. She's gone to sit on the landing of the stairs leading up to the studio, her legs dangling over the street, arms folded on the knee-rail. The door behind her is open, should she need to disappear inside with expediency for some reason. He'll probably be annoyed she's letting bugs in again... Oh well. They can be killed.]

[lmaoherlife]

[ Sasha is not excellent at math, but she is excellent at avoiding risks. As much as she can. Risks are too prone to get her into trouble and she already does that without even trying, so she avoids taking them as much as possible - at all, most to the time.

She isn't sure why she's there, but it doesn't matter. She doesn't question things. Not usually. She keeps to herself, walks with her head low, hunched over, looking smaller than she is, thinner than she is, a sack of flesh and bones under large hoodies and jeans too big for her. It's very unattractive, but she prefers it that way. Less glances towards her. People don't like looking at homeless people, even if they are as harmless and skittish as Sasha. It's like a they're a disease you will catch if you do look.

She's sitting on the stairs, rolling a cigarette, hood falling upon her face, head leaning against the rails. She's tired, like always, but not high. ]

[jemerite]

[Zinc looks down at her, watching her with bored interest. The street was usually empty, it wasn't really a place for the living, unless you were a thug of some kind or another. Zinc has no complaints, so little changes between each day for her, it's really quite novel.

She sniffs curiously, curious to know if it's tobacco she's rolling or something else. If it's the latter, Zinc does not want to be downwind from it. She catches the scent of something else though, and sits up a little straighter, her intensity focused on the girl.]

[lmaoherlife]

[ It is tobacco. She's too tired to smoke weed because she needs to be awake and though it does damper the paranoia and calms her down, Sasha knows it also makes her drowsy.

Finished with the cigarette, she closes the bag and the filters, shoving it on her worn out, dirty backpack, putting it on her lap and wrapping her arms around the thing like a child does with a teddy bear, setting her chin on it. She takes a small lighter out of the pocket of her hoodie, flicking it and touching the tip to the flame it emits, letting a cloud of smoke out.

Finally, she takes a time to look around. It is a rather empty street. Sasha has no qualms with that. She likes it that way. Her head turns and she looks up and jumps when she sees the girl watching her back. Quickly, she turns her head down, like a dog that's out of order. ]

S-sorry. I didn't, hm, didn't know s-someone else was h-here. [ Such a pathetic lispy stutter. ]

[switchgun]

Give me P.E. to math anytime. Or something. Is it even called "P.E."?

[wantsakitteh]

[Tips a little coffee cup] Hear, hear.

[typeblight]

Maths is terribly boring, anyway.

( Sipping some coffee. Mmm, coffee. )

[osceno]

Ya' gots do some maths if ya' wants sum bucks, tho, yeah?

[typeblight]

( Oh for fuck's sake. It's a miracle she doesn't say it aloud, because her mood is totally foul.

No, wait. ) Fuck's sake. ( Very quiet and entirely to herself. )

I suppose you 'gots do', yes.

( Which is probably why Gerard is such a poor, miserable bastard, she thinks to herself. )

[osceno]

[ Asshole or not, Gerard is not blind and Jules is pretty transparent right now. He arches his eyebrows and laughs. ]

Wow, sweetcheeks. What kinda dog bit ya' ass?