There is /so/ somethin’ ta see.Sweetheart if you didn’t have nipples Zach would mistake it for your back :J
Want some burn cream, Tess? -light chuckle-
lol this was a dud
miz carlton and lady mitchell are so catty
miz always dressing so provocatively
lady so conservative
no michelle she’s trying to say you been looking at her tits GOSH
B( Lil’ hussie
-Lingering in the RED base rec room, sitting on the couch, flipping through his Bible idly. He looks so exhausted and ill, but at least he has a blanket to himself. Regardless he doesn’t look well-
You’ve forgotten us, haven’t you?
We’re not worth your love. Forgotten children…
*Turns around. Jenny was just wondering where the hell he was! And also seems as bored as ever, juggling with two snowballs to keep her mind away from the situation. She walks towards the couch, confused*
Doctor Mitchell? Who… Are you talking to?
-Humming gently to himself, but stops when she speaks to him. He glances up, his eyes tired and bloodshot. But he still smiles at her-
Someone who doesn’t listen, Jenny.
Someone who doesn’t care to hear us anymore.
-He glances back down at his book, and scratches his scalp-
I never thought it would be like this. Use to pray I would pass in my sleep, old and gray. But I suspected I would probably just piss off a white man too much. Didn’t think it would be this…
Yeah, yeah, I should’ve jus’ asked. Don’t need to rub it in m’face, doc.
You stolen from me and you were trespassin’ in MY base. You’re a dirty sinner an’ sooner or later you’ll pay for what you’ve done. You’re lucky I’m a considerate person, I’ll still pray for ya.
…Sorry ‘bout all that. :/T
OH, WHAT IS THIS NOW? 8)
…Fuck you, Mitch, I’m not going to repeat m’self, you heard me. >:I
It’s okay, that’s what I thought you said
-bundled up in his coat like holy shit-
Man I don’t think Kree is gonna be too thrilled when she comes home, aye? 8( Hope she’s alright…
Clarence never really feels comfortable with anyone looking him in the eyes. But the doctor doesn’t like her looking down bashfully at her feet. A strong woman like her? Nonsense. The Medic smiles and gently reaches out to embrace her in a hug. Not quite the smoothest move he could pull but give him some credit he’s learning.
“Would they say that now…?”
He’s blind not deaf Lakresha.
“M’not so sure why… But can’t say I’m not happy either” Awkwardly, as if he does anything in any other way, Clarence pulls back far enough to plant a small kiss on her cheek. “You’re a sweet girl Lakresha. The kind of person I’d like to get to know more I think… I certainly hope you’ll return from the factory in one piece. No planin’ with no bombs off hours, alright? Ya damn bad ‘nough on the field as it is!”
“Just… be careful” Clarence mumbles, scratching his scalp. “Please. I care ‘bout your safety. And thank you for, uh, everything”.
poplochanddropit asked: *If Doctor Mitchell was out of his office, Kree managed to slip in there and place one of her candy bowls on his desk. A defunct sticky bomb, with white crosses painted on them, and CM in black on top of them. Filled to its brim in what is mostly chocolate kisses, the rest chalky candy hearts. Note? What note? She's sure the fact it's a sticky bomb would give her away in the first place, she's already a bit embarrassed by it as it is- and cuts out*
-You’d think Clarence’s first thought upon finding the candy would be, “Oh awesome candy!” Or, “Holy shit that will be bad for my health. Instead the doctor practically jumped out of his boots because THERE IS A BOMB ON HIS FUCKING DESK-Oh, wait. Upon closer inspection Clarence realized it was obviously defective. And, yes, it was quite obvious who this was from. The doctor smiled… finally having the courage to bring himself to see her.
He heard she was leaving soon. It wouldn’t be right to just let her go without saying anything.
(We can say this happened earlier I guess then lol )
‘Ey, it’s alrai’ if you dun tink da same. Iddle be borin’ if erryone did, haha!
Ah, no, dat ‘as nuttin’ ta do wid my dolls. Back in da factory some people left an’ Ah made it for dem as a piece of remembrance. *Bows her head in silence. murmuring a few blessings in Creole* An’ some of dem ‘ad kiddies. Gave ‘em someting to play wid so dey dun wander about an’ get ‘urt. Dey be gettin’ quicker nowadays! Dey seemed ta like ‘em!
An’ Ah jess make ‘em as good luck charms for da mercs. Ah try an’ give ‘em it as a gift, an’ dey get da wrong impression dat Ah’d ‘urt dem ah someting wid it, an’ das not rai’. *Kree frowns a bit, all that hard work making little miniatures of her teammates and supposed enemies just to reject them because ‘Woah, she’s going to stab them with little tiny needles to hurt them physically’. Horseradish!*
Ah bless ‘em all my own special way before battle to keep ‘em safe. *Smiles again, but concerned about Mitch and his wrist. She takes it and lightly rotates it while examining it*
Is dere someting da madda wid your wrist, Daffadil?
Yeeeah… Think I might be gettin’ a problem I dunno. Just aches and aches. Might also be carryin’ that darn Medigun ‘round. But don’t you worry…
-Allows her to touch his wrist, and winces when she moves it in a sore spot. He admires the scars scattered across her hands. They’re distracting, but not necessarily in a bad way. They aren’t ugly. Not to him. Just curious. An alteration in the human body-
I’d never think that. I, well, I’d suspect you’d hurt the REDs when necessary. But I wouldn’t think you’d wanna stick pins in people for no good reason. ‘Specially not your teammates.
-The Medic smiles, and awkwardly plays with his tie-
I think they’re lovely, your dolls. You do fine work.
*WELL, YOU SURE WALKED INTO THIS ONE, KREE’S GONNA RAMBLE*
Well, Voodoo is da religion an’ ‘Oodoo is da practicin’ arts. People get them mixed up. Ya gotta use your power widdin ta try an’ improve your live an’ ‘ope for da bess. Dere’s always sometings people do, ah sorta… ‘stition ta not ‘arm dat power.
Jess do your own ting an’ your life an’ oddas ‘round ya will be good as well. It’s supposed ta protect people, an’ erryone get da wrong idea an’ jess tink ah pins an’ needles an’ voodoo dolls.
You can bet Ah get some strange looks wid m’own. *shrugs* People can tink what dey want to, truth still be da truth.
-Mitch is actually really intrigued by all of this, although he’s still combating the skeptical nagging in his head. But he knows he shouldn’t be any less respectful to Kree as he would be to anyone else with a different belief system. It’s just… a little difficult. The Medic loosens his tie, having come to the Demo out of uniform in casual work clothes. Always nice and proper. Appearances are important, more so to some-
That’s interestin’. And you mentioned the dolls, right Kree? I didn’t know that’s why ya made ‘em before. What kinda purpose do they serve?
-Mitch casually cracks his wrist while he listens. Fuck, he must be getting arthritis or something. It’s hurting again- Mmm. Damn. Wish I wasn’t outta pain killers.
