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DAY FIVE
 Complex Population: ??? It's 8AM, and you wake from that deep, dreamless sleep that enforces curfew as always. There's breakfast avaliable in the cafeteria if you want it, as well as meals from 11AM-12PM and 7PM-8PM, but otherwise? The day is yours. Take your time to explore the complex, relax, and enjoy each others' company, as who knows what the next day has in store? Though as you explore, you may notice that there's a new door unlocked and a new place for you to spend the day. Even better, it's two rooms! You'll find a dated computer lab, but at least you can play classics like Kid Pix and Ski Free. Connected to the lab is also a small movie theater, though the movie selection only goes up to 1940... Also, anyone taking a stroll by the fountain this morning may notice something odd about it. The water is red. This post is for the first day as defined in the schedule. This post is for general mingling and CR buidling, and will not include significant plot interaction. ic rulebook character statuses character profiles private conversations graveyard |
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It ought to make her more sympathetic to his plight. Instead, it just makes her even more irritable, and the fact that he's actually fighting her doesn't help matters, either.
If she was thinking more clearly, she might respect his quick thinking in grabbing her by the hair and trying to knee her off of him. Instead, she just scowls and squirms, growing angrier and angrier because damn it, it's working, and she is not going to allow herself to get beaten by him of all people.
With a snarl, she surges forward again and tries to jam her elbow into his solar plexus. Someone might want to separate these two before they end up seriously injuring each other.]
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[The jab to his solar plexus momentarily makes him lose his breath in a loud wheeze, some phantom pain twinging momentarily from something other than the hit. But he grits his teeth, reaching his hand back to slap her right on the ear as he growls, his voice low:]
Get off.
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But this evening, it's all been completely turned on its head. The backdrop of red is missed, the focus jumping to a sight Dickson wouldn't believe he's seeing with his own two eyes, if he thought both of them incapable of violence. At least, he didn't picture something like this happening anytime soon, as much as he's taunted Alfendi for not being in control of himself. He's seen his share of brawls, but the tone of this fight isn't some barroom fare, it's different.
They're at each other's throats, for reasons he can't fathom, but he's big and muscular and he hasn't seen any action since this whole situation started, so what's the harm in getting involved, keeping the peace? And also sparing Alfendi the shame of hitting a lass, shameful. Worse, possibly losing to her, since she's got a good arm, if he recalls correctly. Really, it's doing someone here a favor.
He tosses his newly lit cigar down, grinding it quickly under his boot as he sprints forward to cut Alfendi off, reaching to haul Alice off of the gangly man by her scruff.]
Oi! Oi! That's enough outta the both of ya!
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[On some level, Alice expects the slap to the ear, but she's so intent on not moving, on making Alfendi suffer even just a little longer, that she doesn't even try to dodge, and she's left to deal with a stinging slap, a ringing in her ear, and then -
Someone's actually picked her up. She gasps, thrashes, and tries to lash out with all her might - she doesn't care if it's a kick or a slap, as long as she lands one on Dickson.]
Let go of me! [She snarls.] What do you think you're doing?! I haven't finished punishing him yet!
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[But does he show gratitude? Relief? Quite the contrary - he almost looks annoyed as he pushes himself up to his feet with a wheeze. He glances over at Alice, flailing about, and then turns his attention to Dickson.]
[His voice is abnormally calm as he reaches forward to grab Dickson by the collar, his smile wide.]
Let go of her, please. I'm not done with her yet.
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Holding on to Alice is like holding on to a hissing, spitting cat, but he weathers every slap and kick with a frown and a grunt here and there. He waits for Alfendi to get up and presumably brush himself off all prim and proper, but that isn't what happens. No, the guy goes and grabs his collar!
Dickson looks surprised, for once, before scrunching his brows and smiling like Alfendi's told an amazing joke, keeping his grip tight on Alice's shirt.]
You say that like you weren't just laid out on the ground. [Wimp!] But go on, hit me, see if that gets you anywhere.
[He could throw Alice at Alfendi and let them have at it again for a bit, but nah, that'd be giving Alfendi what he wants.
And Alfendi is a punk so no way!! Denied.]
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But that sure doesn't stop Alice from twisting at the waist so that she can be semi-facing him, balling her hand into a fist, and punching him as hard as she possibly can. To be fair, "as hard as she can" might not mean much to someone as musclebound as Dickson, but...]
You should know better than to interfere, [She snarls, her voice like ice.] If you keep poking your nose where it doesn't belong, someone's going to lay you flat.