Stephanie Brown (
ichoosefight) wrote2012-05-15 07:04 pm
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Anyone else got the shivers? I liked the Multiverse theory better when it was just a theory. At this point it's just plain existential, and that was my least favorite semester of English. [ And yet she must be recovering well, because Steph is neither cooking waffles nor doodling. In fact she's just sort of sitting around at her desk, spinning the chair idly. ]
I was thinking of going up to the pool, just because, but it's totally creepy when there's nobody else. So who's up for a pool party?
[ Private to Claire ]
I think the universe wants us to be lesbians. Just sayin'. [ She's not suggesting anything. Just a note. ]
[ooc | There is a log for anyone who wants to play out pool shenanigans. ]
I was thinking of going up to the pool, just because, but it's totally creepy when there's nobody else. So who's up for a pool party?
[ Private to Claire ]
I think the universe wants us to be lesbians. Just sayin'. [ She's not suggesting anything. Just a note. ]
[ooc | There is a log for anyone who wants to play out pool shenanigans. ]
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IS that why he's an inmate and they are Wardens? No, there has to be more to it than that. He doesn't need to kill because he can lift an entire battleship with his powers. Killing isn't necessary for him but he can see how it would be necessary for humans to protect themselves.
Closes his eyes over, fighting past his frustrations. He doesn't want to get into a debate with her it. His shoulders slouch and he sighs.]
I just...I don't want you to die, or get hurt or have anything bad happen to you, Steph.
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You barely even know me.
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Still, that doesn't mean I can't care about someone. [Thinks back to Dr.Fairchild and the lengths he went to protect her, even after she tried to kill him.] You're different than most people I've met.
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Look, I'm... really sorry you had to see all that. It wasn't exactly my finest hour, and I can't blame you for being worried.
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You coming or what?
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Good answer.
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Call it incentive to graduate. Now get out so I can change.
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[Partially waves before stepping out of her room and closing the door behind him.]
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You better be kidding!
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