Beatrix Kiddo (
deadliestviper) wrote2012-11-30 01:40 pm
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013 TEXT LIST TWO/SPAM
Backdated to three days after the Overlook port.
[Locked to Friends (if she's ever told you anything personal, you're on here)]
That port was fucked up for everyone and it hit all of us hard. After going through that I know most of you aren't feeling up to par yet, but when I get anxious, I get antsy. I've laid low to lick my wounds long enough. For the next few hours I'll be playing pool and pretending everything's normal if you've got the energy or inclination to join me.
[Spam, Level 6]
[Rack the balls in the pyramid, set the cue-ball, chalk the cue evenly, line up the shot, break it; Beatrix repeats the pattern over and over again, sinking balls into the table's pockets before starting anew. It's not for practice or any particular love of the game, it's not even for fun. It's just that playing strikes that perfect balance of skilled focus and monotony that allows her to zone out, and the last thing she wanted to do right now was let her mind wander. It was already hard enough to push the images of Sarah and that thing in room 217's bathroom from the forefront of her mind – what she needed, wanted, was someone to talk to, distract her.
But no matter how deeply you repress it, you can't squelch a thought. So by all means, join her, but take care if you point out that she's humming "Love Me Tender."]
[Locked to Friends (if she's ever told you anything personal, you're on here)]
That port was fucked up for everyone and it hit all of us hard. After going through that I know most of you aren't feeling up to par yet, but when I get anxious, I get antsy. I've laid low to lick my wounds long enough. For the next few hours I'll be playing pool and pretending everything's normal if you've got the energy or inclination to join me.
[Spam, Level 6]
[Rack the balls in the pyramid, set the cue-ball, chalk the cue evenly, line up the shot, break it; Beatrix repeats the pattern over and over again, sinking balls into the table's pockets before starting anew. It's not for practice or any particular love of the game, it's not even for fun. It's just that playing strikes that perfect balance of skilled focus and monotony that allows her to zone out, and the last thing she wanted to do right now was let her mind wander. It was already hard enough to push the images of Sarah and that thing in room 217's bathroom from the forefront of her mind – what she needed, wanted, was someone to talk to, distract her.
But no matter how deeply you repress it, you can't squelch a thought. So by all means, join her, but take care if you point out that she's humming "Love Me Tender."]
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Spam.
Kon uses his back to push the door open and nods his head in greeting to Beatrix.]
Hey, the coffee and waffles have arrived. Me too. [Chuckles softly.]
Spam.
Spam.
It's times like this I miss having my t.k. If I was able to use it like before, I could have brought the entire kitchen with me. Although there's plenty here to get us started.
[Wearing a hooded sweater, and he stuffed a couple of bottles of water in the front pocket.]
Spam.
Even getting along like the rest of us you still got more than enough. This smells great, what kind of frosting is it?
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Cinnamon frosting, it's my own recipe. Well, I found a recipe in a book I came across in the library and added my own touch to it.
Spam.
I say that counts. [One experimental poke to a dab of frosting and she licks the sticky sugar off her fingertip.] It's delicious. You made this from scratch?
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[Smiles, pleased at the compliments. With his t.t.k. being locked up, he's learned to appreciate the little things, like people enjoying his cooking.]
I can also make a mean ham and cheese sandwich, thanks to working the lunch shift.
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I need to get in on a shift like that. Sarah and I talked a little about working in the gym, but that was before her coma.
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[Needs to look into a career manual or something.]
What could you see me doing for a living? Outside of superhero type stuff.
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Carpentry might be a good option too. It's pretty steady work, from what I know, and you can be your own boss. No supervisors.
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I like the sound of that. Hey, Bea! Whenever you graduate, you'll have to come visit Steph and I at our home. [Purposefully saying "whenever you graduate" over "if you graduate".]
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Really, you want me dropping in on you guys?
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