The roomies are bonding. Finally.
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xp_logsPaige: *gets bored, feels left out, tackles*
Sarah: What the hell was that for?
Paige: Hi!
Sarah: Hi. You're um... cheerful today.
Paige: I thought you could identify with physical...ness. It's not quite violence, but you know. *smiles brightly*
Sarah: Right. So tackling me just seemed like the right thing to do?
Paige: Yes. *this is clearly an obvious thing*
Sarah: So you tackle people often? *Still a little on the 'what the fuck is she up to?' mindset*
Paige: *thinks* No.
Sarah: *nods head slowly* Okay then. *long pause* Hi.
Paige: *grins all brightlike again* Hi. How are you?
Sarah: I've been tackled. It's an experience.
Paige: Huh. I wouldn't know. Well, unless you count brother tackling, but I don't and no one else should either. *nods, like this makes sense, and arranges herself a little more comfortably because I've just decided that she's essentially sitting on Sarah. oops*
Sarah: Take my word for it. So... are you ever going to get off of me? Or is this some new strategy?
Paige: This is a new strategy. I just haven't figured out what that strategy is quite yet. One assumes that I'll get off you sooner than never, though.
Sarah: I dunno. You look pretty comfortable.
Paige: I am. But I had water this morning, so. *shrugs, smiles* That would be gross.
Sarah: Yeah. *crosses arms over her chest* So anyway...
Paige: Yes. I'm doing fine by the way.
Sarah: That's nice.
Paige: I think so too. *is lying just a bit, her brother is a prick, but you just don't SAY that*
Sarah: *Sure you do. Especially to Sarah. If you can't bitch to her, who can you bitch to?* My leg itches.
Paige: Hm. *scratches Sarah's leg* Better? *Maybe, but I mean, how do you bring that up in a conversation?*
Sarah: Yeah, for right now. *She just tackled Sarah. She's sitting on top of her. And you're worried about tact in conversation? Please. Spill it.*
Paige: *tact in conversation is the only kind she has left at this point. or did. oh well* Did I mention my brother is an asshole? True story. *yes, darn*
Sarah: *good for you.* Yes, he can be.
Paige: *mm... minor cursyness* Can be? You mean he stops?
Sarah: Well, he was nice to me when I first got here. Made me promise I wouldn't maim you.
Paige: Yes, he's good at that sort of them. Is very concerned about my... well being. *the happy look has faded*
Sarah: But he gets a little carried away even though he ....means well. What'd he do this time?
Paige: Called Angelo a whore. *states it cleanly, like a bandaid being torn off*
Sarah: Please. Is he blind? Even I see that this is different.
Paige: *shifts a bit, getting more comfortable* Maybe.
Sarah: Maybe what? blind, or different?
Paige: Blind. I don't doubt Angelo. *she leaves the "only me" left undersaid*
Sarah: *waits quietly... she really doesn't have much choice.*
Paige: *oh, booger you* Fine. Just me. I only ever doubt me. Well, and Jono but that's another can of worms. *ponders what Sarah would do if she leaned down to rest on her*
Sarah: Why do you doubt yourself? Fuck, you're the last person who should be doing the self-doubt thing. *she'll look at Paige funny, 'cause it's a little random, but she'll get over it.*
Paige: *sighs and leans down, resting her arms on Sarah and her face in her arms. doesn't think about how very naughty this must look. no, not at all.* Because I have this nasty habit of screwing up good things. So. Lack of last person.
Sarah: *right. this is...odd.* I have a hard time believing that you single-handedly fuck things up.
Paige: *is comfy. not to mention minorly Sarah snuggling. hm. best to ignore that trail of thought too* Ye of little faith.
Sarah: *..is still trying to figure out how the hell she got to be in this position to begin with. Really.* I'm your roommate. I have to believe you can do some things right. *And watch the collarbone. it's sharp.*
Paige: *laughs* I do things right. I screw things up very well. *she doesn't mention that she also manages to get the monsters in the basement into positions like this*
Sarah: That's not what I meant. Besides, there's no way you're as big a fuck-up as me. *go on, laugh it up. If it gets out, nobody'll believe it.*
Paige: That's a competition no one wins, roomie. *no laughing, she's comfy*
Sarah: Oh, but I could win it easy.
Paige: *doesn't answer that one and pokes her playfully instead*
Sarah: *squirms* Do you mind?
Paige: Honestly? No. *quits poking, though, does a subtle snuggle*
Sarah: *doesn't seem to mind all that much* Ow. I don't suppose you could grab that bone that's in my calf? You're in a far better position to reach it than I am.
Paige: Mkay. *doesn't argue in the least, but is very careful about the bone grabbing. surprisingly (or not) only careful; not grossed out*
Sarah: Toss it over there or something. *gestures to the far wall where there's already a nice pile of bones*
Paige: Mkay. *Paige is articulate, we swear. she chucks it over to the pile*
Sarah: .... *uh-oh, she's run out of things to say. If she's ever had them before.*
Paige: Hey Sarah?
Sarah: Yeah.
Paige: *grins* Tell me something I don't know.
Sarah: About what?
Paige: Anything. *stifles a little yawn. is cute*
Sarah: *quietly* Sometimes, I wish I was a pretty-pretty.
Paige: *has more reasons for cuddling, look at that and therefore does so* Yeah?
Sarah: *still isn't complaining.* Yeah.
Paige: Yeah. *pauses* I know you don't believe me but... I think you're beautiful. *shrugs just a little*
Sarah: *smiles* Yes, but we both know you've got a thing for monsters, so you count differently.
Paige: *doesn't read into that, smiles too* Eh. Not denying it. But really, I'm not the only one.
Sarah: Yeah, I'm sure. *she's not really sarcastic, but it doesn't sound like she believes the words*
Paige: *yawns and only had the energy for a little poke* I'm not. I wouldn't lie to you.
Sarah: *doesn't really squirm this time just shifts a little* I didn't say you did.
Paige: Good. Settled. *likes winning*
Sarah: Uh-huh. *doesn't really feel like arguing right now. really.*
Paige: I actually like leather. This isn't something most people with brains don't know but I thought I'd clear it up. *being with Sarah seems to make Paige say odd things*
Sarah: *lifts her head just a little* That's nice. *Wow. that was random.*
Paige: Yes, I think so. *nods*
Sarah: So tell me something that I don't know.
Sarah: It's only fair after all.
Paige: Other than the leather you mean.
Sarah: I already knew that.
Paige: Hm. Are you sure? *is silly but cute*
Sarah: I watched you try on my leather halter. Of course I knew.
Paige: This is a good point.
Sarah: So....? *waits*
Paige: I'm thinking, I'm thinking... *and she is*
Paige: My Mother can't look at me anymore. *quietlike*
Sarah: *very quiet* Why, roomie?
Paige: I happen to look like my father. My father who went and died on her and left her with several kids and a very large farm. Who she loved and can't hate now, so has to hate me instead. Because I look like him. *realizes she's been talking too much and shuts up*
Sarah: *stays quiet. what can she possibly say to that? 'I'm sorry'?*
Paige: *scootches up to rest her ear near Sarah's heartbeat all quiet like*
Sarah: *still quiet. keeping very aware of her body in case bones start to sprout up. This isn't exactly the safest position for Paige to be in.*
Paige: *will husk up if she needs to, she just likes the closeness* Sorry. That was... uncalled for. Um. My favourite colour is yellow?
Sarah: It's okay. Sometimes you need to let stuff out, I know.
Paige: *nods a little* thank you.
Sarah: Welcome. *thinks for a moment* Have you told anybody that before?
Paige: No. No... who would I tell? Heck, why would I tell? It's not something that comes up in every day conversation.
Sarah: *very quietly* I understand. I just... I wanted to know how long it had been bottled up.
Paige: *nods, understands* And you? Have you..?
Sarah: No. Well, I told Callisto once. And Tommy. But not since.
Paige: Obviously we need to have 'tell me a secret' time more often. *pause* Can you tell me about them? Callisto and Tommy? *she asks this not so much carefully; she doesn't treat Sarah like she's fragile, but more with options and with as little hurt as she can*
Sarah: Callisto... was my mother. Or at least as much of a mother as I had ever known, after eight foster families and the one who gave me up at the very beginning. She's where I get a lot of my personality from, I think. I wanted to be like her. She was strong, and didn't take shit from anybody, no matter what they could do to her. And she wasn't scared of me. *staring up at the ceiling, like she's watching them and describing what she sees*
Paige: *nods a little bit but doesn't say anything in case she interrupts and Sarah stops*
Sarah: Tommy was the poet. Her full name was Thomasina or some godawful proper name like that, and she used to write on the walls with whatever she could find that would stay. After the massacre, I added to the wall in blood. She and Leech's mom, Annalee, taught me down in the tunnels. *she stops for a while, and just listens to the sound of them breathing.. and thinks.*
Paige: *stays still, not the perfectly kind where muscles tense, but the comfortable kind where you don't want to move and just listens to Sarah's heartbeat as she stares without seeing*
P.S. Please comment, praise and/or draw us fanart. <3 Em and Aisy
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Date: 2004-01-04 05:45 am (UTC)And I love it. *loves it*
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Date: 2004-01-04 05:55 am (UTC)the log however, I needed.
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Date: 2004-01-04 06:04 am (UTC)<3 x infinity
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Date: 2004-01-04 06:12 am (UTC)(is spreading the <3 x infinity, whoa)
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Date: 2004-01-04 06:15 am (UTC)*RUNSAWAYGOESTOBED*
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Date: 2004-01-04 06:30 am (UTC)....
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Date: 2004-01-04 03:17 pm (UTC)(wheeeere is my coffee? usually it stops me from making horrible comments like these)
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Date: 2004-01-04 10:06 pm (UTC)And I want to bring in Domino like nobody's business. Just because.
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Date: 2004-01-05 04:42 pm (UTC)but karma femmeslash could be interesting.
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