[He checks the text and the first word hits him. Vampires. Two or more vampires. And he's betting one of them bit Sally. His mouth tastes bitter. He tries to keep the anger out of his texts, tries to keep her from realizing what he's thinking.] two or more? the one from home, what's he look like? and what about the other/s? I mean, I can go to the brig and avoid them, right?
two bishop's a smooth-talking blonde asshole other one's got long black hair and is probably brooding
don't you dare bishop can compel people even through the stupid bars, at least he could back home so like, dramatic example but if he told you to kill yourself you'd do it and when he's bored, he's gonna compel somebody to let him out and it's not gonna be you
[He waits anxiously, pacing, and then finally, her text comes back. He's angry. He's worked up. So he quickly types]
fine, fine. I won't.
[This is wrong. He can't do this. He can't. He doesn't even know what he's going to do. But he needs to see him. Talk to him. A small part of him is scared at what he'll do, and another part is thrilled, pumped up. He pockets his device, and storms out of his room, heading for the brig.]
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Date: 2014-08-16 05:16 am (UTC)the one from home, what's he look like?
and what about the other/s?
I mean, I can go to the brig and avoid them, right?
text.
Date: 2014-08-16 05:23 am (UTC)bishop's a smooth-talking blonde asshole
other one's got long black hair and is probably brooding
don't you dare
bishop can compel people even through the stupid bars, at least he could back home
so like, dramatic example but if he told you to kill yourself you'd do it
and when he's bored, he's gonna compel somebody to let him out and it's not gonna be you
text.
Date: 2014-08-16 05:29 am (UTC)[He wouldn't make this easy for Sally normally, so he plays it up a little.]
come on. I don't want to look like a baby. you're sure I can't just avoid where they're at? he can really compel me even if I'm across the room?
text. after a loooooong pause.
Date: 2014-08-16 05:31 am (UTC)don't talk to him
AT ALL
don't talk to EITHER of them
in fact like don't even look at them, idk
[ she doesn't want him involved. she doesn't want him hurt. ]
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Date: 2014-08-16 05:38 am (UTC)fine, fine. I won't.
[This is wrong. He can't do this. He can't. He doesn't even know what he's going to do. But he needs to see him. Talk to him. A small part of him is scared at what he'll do, and another part is thrilled, pumped up. He pockets his device, and storms out of his room, heading for the brig.]
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Date: 2014-08-16 05:41 am (UTC)thanks
i mean it