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Post by Gidget on Dec 31, 2020 13:15:17 GMT -8
She wanted so desperately to keep looking into her brother more. She was exhausted, however, and more than a little frustrated with herself. Her hand hurt. Her side hurt. Her head hurt. Her shoulders hurt.
Stupid CIA.
She growled at her computer, and threw herself back. She was fully dressed in ripped up blue jeans, a tight thermal top that was rubbing her cut way too much, and her usual sleeveless jacket... and she was done. She couldn't stand sitting still and staring at her computer, as if it might somehow hold all of the answers. She angrily swiped away the remnants of tears, and stormed out of her own apartment.
She didn't drink, or do drugs, or do much of anything, but in that moment... she almost wished she did.
She tucked her hands into her pockets, pulled the hood of her hoodie up (the imp ears were long enough to hang below her shoulders), and just started to walk. She had no idea where she was going or what she was doing... she just needed OUT of her stifling apartment.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 31, 2020 14:03:25 GMT -8
WR was frustrated, which wasn't anything new, but this time they decided to be productive about it instead of almost igniting the apartment complex again...which was new. Apparently, establishing MS as an organization was going to take a LOT more work than they thought, which was fine, because nothing came free. However, they had no idea where to start. They were still technically new in town, and none of their current acquaintances would have really...fit. And the ones that did, they didn't want to endanger, or they wouldn't care to join. So, they were going to have to get more involved with the underground shit to make a name for themself, which they weren't really looking forward to, but they were running out of options.
For the time being, they just needed to relieve some stress, so clad in their usual red and black attire with the Dragon jacket slung over their shoulder, they headed out of their apartment in search for something to do.
That was when they spotted a familiar purple streak waddling down the stairs, and they promptly called to her as they bolted over. Suddenly the weight on their shoulders felt a lot lighter...
"Yo. Dunno if you got anything going on, but I need to relieve some stress, wanna join?" After hearing their choice of words, they shook their head and quickly added. "Wanna go somewhere, I mean. Dunno where yet, but, somewhere."
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Post by Gidget on Dec 31, 2020 14:05:23 GMT -8
Gidget jolted and turned around, catching sight of WR. Her shoulders began to relax, ever so slightly, and her typical smirk reached her lips.
"Actually. Relieving some stress sounds like a great fucking idea. I'm in." She grinned at them, and tossed her head. At this point, she was willing to go just about anywhere with them.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 31, 2020 14:10:13 GMT -8
WR smiled hearing her accept their offer.
"Fuck yeah, let's go."
They clapped their bandaged hands together and headed down the stairs off to their gray Aston Martin. They would open Gremlin's door for her before getting in themself.
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Post by Gidget on Dec 31, 2020 14:12:11 GMT -8
Gidget couldn't help but grin. She got in, and waited for WR to get in before saying, "I'm getting the special treatment, huh?" She nodded to her own door and chuckled at her little joke.
"So where are we going?"
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 31, 2020 14:22:09 GMT -8
WR slid into their seat and slammed the door shut, grinning at Gremlin's comment and throwing their head back sarcastically. "When do I not give you special treatment?" They chuckled, then considered her second question. "Honestly not sure yet, just needed to get out of this damn place for a bit. So, we'll figure it out." They smiled at her before reaching into a bin of CD's behind them. "One sec." They mumbled while they fished around. After a few moments, they plucked out a CD and threw it into the player, instantly skipping a few tracks and turning up the volume when they finally settled on the one they wanted. "Don't know what you're into, but, I gotta get some energy out." And with that, they started up the car and bolted out of the parking lot. |
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Post by Gidget on Dec 31, 2020 16:02:55 GMT -8
She gave a shrug of her shoulders. To be fair, she didn't listen to much music.
"I'm down for whatever you're into," Gidget said. She didn't bother with a seat belt, opting to just lean back in the seat and get comfortable, or as comfortable as she could be.
She rested her arm on the center console and closed her eyes, simply vibing to the music.
"Actually, I'm honestly down for literally ANYTHING, at this point. Don't let me ruin your plans. I'll just tag along."
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 31, 2020 16:10:00 GMT -8
WR shrugged. They couldn't argue with that response.
They turned the music down slightly so it didn't completely kill conversation.
"So hey, what's on your mind?" They left a hand on the steering wheel and rested the other on the console next to hers.
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Post by Gidget on Dec 31, 2020 16:17:08 GMT -8
She shrugged, not actually knowing how to describe what she was going through. She took a deep breath, trying to stay as calm as she could.
"Weird shit is happening to my brother. Its a long ass story. What about with you? You look just as pissed as me."
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 31, 2020 16:22:27 GMT -8
WR nodded thoughtfully. They would keep it in mind, but wouldn't pry into it just yet. Ideally, today they'd both get some weight off their shoulders, wherever they ended up going.
They sighed at the return question. That, too, was a long story.
"Struggling to keep promises, is the easiest way to put it." They shrugged, leaning back into their seat while they cruised.
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Post by Gidget on Dec 31, 2020 17:36:45 GMT -8
She nodded, understanding the need or want for secrets. She had quite a few of her own. She relaxed in the seat, shifting her arm until it was, just barely, touching WR's.
"Anything I can do to help?"
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 31, 2020 17:40:17 GMT -8
WR shrugged again.
“Don’t know. I’ll tell you about what I’m working on when I find a start though.” Was all they would say. There was clearly something, but everyone was entitled to their secrets.
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Post by Gidget on Jan 1, 2021 9:43:51 GMT -8
Gidget nodded, enjoying the closeness WR offered, without feeling the need to push the subject. Either they would tell her at some point, or they wouldn't, and that was their right.
She fell into companionable quiet, then, staring out the window and enjoying the music. It was strange, to actually be in a car with someone... and enjoying it.
"What do you usually do to relieve stress? Either than completely demolish at the race track."
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 1, 2021 11:12:00 GMT -8
“Hmm,” WR tapped their fingers on the console while they thought about it. It wasn’t really something they needed to think about, but they wanted to give her a thoughtful response.
“Honestly? Since doomsday, that’s about it. Don’t really do art anymore, guitar only helps to an extent, and I’m clean from drugs. So, when I’m not driving or working, sometimes I just... find an open area and let it out, you know? Like at the beach or something.”
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Post by Gidget on Jan 1, 2021 11:15:28 GMT -8
"Well. Want to go to the beach, then?"
She couldn't actually remember the last time she had gone there.
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