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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 0:26:26 GMT -8
[[ooc: takes place at least a week after "Sound of Your Voice"]]
Bastille exited the house early that morning with a new fervent energy. Her legs carrying her faster as the anticipation grew. As soon as she reached the abandoned dance studio, she ducked inside and ran towards the bathroom. She'd come out and look around about five minutes later. Quietly she walked towards the bag she had hurriedly dropped by the door and instead of picking it up, sat down next to it. In the middle of the hallway she slid down and let herself sprawl out.
"I think....I caught the flu....." She muttered allowed and in a rather displeased tone. Her crimson hues looked at the bag next to her.
"Training today doesn't sound like a good idea-....maybe.....maybe I should just take a nap and decided after ten minutes"
She muttered to herself, but it seemed like the argument would have no solution.
"Or not....can't sleep."
So instead, there she lay, on the dance hall floor like a giant rug.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 1:01:54 GMT -8
Mathew had followed her from below. Following the vibrations of her footfalls as she wove her way through Dragon territory to her dance studio that she trained at. He allowed her to go in unmolested and he even waited a few minutes before coming out of the ground. Just to make sure she wasn't watching for him. She has done crazier stuff.
Truth was, he was a little worried about her. She was acting weird. For her at least. The sudden interest in getting a title, the actual acknowledgement of being owned by him and expressing desire for more in a non violent way. Even the almost loving way that she hasn't even pretended to stab him. Something was up.
He made his way in to the studio and he saw her laying on the dance hall. Muttering about how she couldn't sleep. He just folded his arms as he leaned against the door frame waiting for her to notice him.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 1:05:38 GMT -8
Bastille wouldn't notice him. Putting her hands over her eyes as if it would cool her temperature. She was still only really wearing a leotard and two pair of shorts. Suddenly she groaned again, and moved uncomfortably.
"DAMNIT."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 1:08:16 GMT -8
"Something you want to tell me about?"
He asked as he remained where he was, watching her groan and shift uncomfortably on the ground. Both concern and amusement tinted his voice. He was worried about what could be wrong. But he still did take a certain amount of joy in watching her squirm in agony, pain, or discomfort. It was the romantic in him.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 1:09:52 GMT -8
She shot up and looked at him, crimson hues expanding in surprise.
"God Damnit, what part of sneaking out in the morning totally doesn't tell you not to follow?" She grumped lightly, but decided sitting up made her dizzy and she flopped back down onto the cool floor.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 1:14:13 GMT -8
"The part where you have been acting weird for a while. That part just screamed follow you."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 1:15:45 GMT -8
"I think I have the flu..." Oh great, talk time. Nope. Degaff...She just curled up in on herself and bit back the sudden wish to smother the man in the room. What the fuck hormones- leave her alone.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 1:19:13 GMT -8
"I've known you for years, and you have never acted like this much of a pussy because of the flu."
Speaking about her moaning on the ground.
"And that's not the only thing you have been doing that's all weird. Why haven't you tried to stab me yet?"
That was bugging him.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 1:22:39 GMT -8
Bastille raised herself and looked at him. This conversation was turning south on her. She found her eyes lingering on his neck and the crook of his shoulder- she had to force herself to look at his nose. His lips and eyes wouldn't help her focus either.
"I'm having trouble figuring out where to begin with the questions"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 1:23:56 GMT -8
"Right, so let's start here. Flu, you being a pussy about it. Since when? Because I'm calling bullshit."
He wondered if it was a side effect of her cure maybe.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 1:25:30 GMT -8
"Let me play devils advocate- when have you ever seen me with the flu?" She said in a bored tone. She was trying to bit back any seductive rings she might be accidentally putting forth. Feeling sick but still wanting to jump his bones- very very very conflicting. This was troublesome.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 1:27:13 GMT -8
"I assume so, but I don't know. Because if I have, you solder through it. What's with this."
He motioned at her, and the display she was putting on.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 1:29:09 GMT -8
"You've got me there." She said dully, looking around. "I have no clue how to answer that at all" And that was the truth. Well, she knew one answer that might work- but she still didn't think it true, despite results, doctor tests, and every sign from god telling her otherwise.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 1:31:12 GMT -8
"Should I try and track down that doctor for you then? If you don't have any ideas on what it is."
He thought for a moment.
"Or I could see if Mr. Asiv would be willing to do a blood test and see if it's a reaction from his cure."
Dick move Mathew, threatening her with a needle. Dick move.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 1:36:03 GMT -8
Bastille just stared and then stood, moving suddenly to the door and opening it- letting herself into the hall. She immediately flung herself up onto the beam and balanced nimbly. She just grumped to herself.
"I'm fine." Bad move. Moving to fast. She got dizzy and began to loose her balance. She went quickly to catch herself with her arm.
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