Well, that was… interesting.
I find myself sort of foggy on all the details of what the hell has been going on. Last thing I remember about being here, I was… [ there’s a bit of an awkward pause, a shift sound and then she continues: ] well anyway.
That what normally happens? [ she frowns, getting lost in her thoughts for a moment. If dying
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You always know just what to say to make a girl feel warm and fuzzy inside, don't you?
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Pretty sure...unless I'm mistaken, we're almost in the same boat.
Aren't you supposed to be dead too?
[Flynn? Being charming? Why yes - but who knows why. Also, he's referring to her most recent death, not the almost-one he doesn't know he caused. He never got to exploding bit back home just the beat-up and shot bit with the about to explody part.
Speaking of which, he's still looking crappy both from that beating and the one Drake gave him. Cuts, bruises, his pretty face is pretty mucked up.]
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[ arching her brow, she bites back a comment or two and swallows them before they can pass her lips. she does, however, give him a bit of a frown. ever always the pity from this one ]
Well, I think that's your own fault, isn't it? Staggering in, grenade in your hand - what did you think was going to come of that one, Harry?
[ she might be more than a little pissed off at him, because she assumes that if she ever returns home she's going to die to the grenade he's set off in front of her there, but she can't help her voice going soft toward the man mid-way through her words to him ]
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Instead he had taken to staying in his own place, the very one he had acquired a while back during his brief fling with Chloe. Only now was he returning and only because he wanted to retrieve a keepsake. He didn't expect anyone there, figuring Castiel to have gone, well, where ever angels hang out.
So he entered the apartment and made his way into the living room when he heard shuffling noises and saw what appeared to be movement in their old bedroom. He could see a shadow beneath the crack of the closed door and quietly drew his gun.
Whoever the hell was in there had better have a really good excuse and hope that Drake was willing to hear it. He debated waiting against the wall and jumping the person when they left the room, but he didn't want to chance that the person might have heard him come in. Instead he decided to just bust in and hopefully ( ... )
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rummaging through her old nightwear and undergarments within the confinements of her dresser, she raised a brow as the door flung opened and startled at the gruffness of the familiar sounding voice that was thrown in her direction. Lifting herself to stand up properly, she glanced over her shoulder to the treasure hunter and for a moment, shared in his inability to move from being frozen in place.
that was a gun. and he was aiming it at her. and she really wasn't comfortable with that, considering everything that had just taken place in her life ]
Nate -
[ a lump formed in her throat and suddenly, she almost felt like she ( ... )
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Don't... don't screw with me. What are you?
[Because as far as he knew he was losing his mind. It was possible. Drake was still having trouble sleeping, nightmares interrupted the precious couple of hours he managed to get when he did sleep.
But on the other hand Flynn was alive. Then again he hadn't died here. Drake knew people died here- the ones he knew about had never come back.
He truly didn't know what to do. If he lowered his gun, if he believed she was alive and that turned out to be wrong, he would be losing her again. He still hadn't gotten over her death- it just wasn't something he could do a second time.]
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[ - perhaps not the best of things to start with, but she'd be damned if she was going to go through the pain of death again and so soon after having come back, too ]
I'm not screwing with you, I wouldn't do that to you, not after everything you've been through.
I saw you in that alley, so many times and I couldn't say anything to you even though... [ even though she had wanted to, time and time again.
she frowned. there wouldn't really be a way to explain this to him because as far as Elena was concerned, she didn't understand shit about the situation she was in herself ]
I don't know what I can tell you, Nate... All I know is I really don't want to be shot or die again, so please don't make me have to go through it again - [ her voice cracked with her words, hands shaking where she was holding them in the air. swallowing yet another lump, she felt tears stinging her eyes - much more than normally having been unable to produce them for some time ] - and I could never shoot you so I can't defend myself against ( ... )
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