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bastardbytrade) wrote2010-04-07 09:25 pm
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[ 006 ] [ audio // common ] [ who the hell is that? ]
What the crap?
[My goodness, doesn't Mordecai sound thrilled with the addition of whispering voices pleading for help.]
I don't want to help shit. Get out of my head and get off my comm.
[That's right voices, he's talking to you.]
The rest of you, what the hell is going on?
[WHAT DID YOU PASSENGERS DO NOW?]
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[Raging at being handwaved, and getting worked uuuup.]
It. Doesn't. Matter.
Okay!?
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You sound like shit. What, you take a hit to the throat or something?
[Hey, he's not asking 'who' anymore.]
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[Everything about her change of tone screams FUCK YOU.]
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Now we're getting somewhere. What'd he hit you with?
[This sniper has neglected the elevator in exchange for a nice walk via the stairs. His voice probably has a bit of an echo to it.]
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Do I have to make a LIST?
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But having her break shit because of him is always entertaining.
Besides, he's pushing the stairwell door open and starting down the hallway towards her room.]
I'll save you the trouble. Open up.
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[Wellp, suspicion confirmed, and she's not any happier about it. Lilith regrets opening her big mouth to complain-- he is the LAST person she wants to show off these ugly, glaring cuts to. She's a narcissist born and bred and while she is convinced of her own charm, she wouldn't expect him to stick around just because of that. Her face and body rank up there on pride, along with power and charisma.]
How 'bout you fuck off instead.
[So she'll shove him away.]
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And when team stumbles and starts to fall, Mordecai is there to grab them by the hair and yank them back onto their feet with a string of abuse to follow.
He responds to Lilith's comment with a heartfelt KICK to her closed door.]
Open the fucking door.
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How long you been in there? I haven't seen or heard from you for a few days.
[Mordecai's tone has slipped back to it's usual growl, whatever amusement he'd held a moment ago slipping away with each passing second.]
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Mor--de--cai. Get lost.
[Lilith is not liable to admit how hungry she is, or her concerns about the cuts being infected despite cleaning them as much as she was able. Her eye hurts enough that, if she were a weaker woman, she would have wanted to faint.]
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Last chance. Open up.
[Mordecai is guessing she's been in there for a while. He's got a few options appearing before him to get her to open up, and unless someone's been giving her food without him knowing... but he hasn't heard any negotiation over the comm.]
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No dice. No one is getting in.
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Not even me?
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Especially you!
[God damn him for playing that card.]
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That bad, huh?
[He knows her better than she realizes.]
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[Now he's starting to make her feel like a child, which doesn't brighten her mood any.]
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And then a single THUD of a fist hitting the door. It's not a hard strike, nor intended to do damage. Really, Mordecai is just venting.]
Suit yourself. Call me when you stop the bitch fit.
[Why hello there, he's walking away.]
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She's not gonna call, and who knows how long it'll be until she ventures outside to grab something to eat.]
IT'S LIKE A MOUSE AND CHEESE MAAAN.
And so a half hour or so later, acting purely out of dedication to team and certainly not the person herself, Mordecai returns to Lilith's door and thuds a fist against the still closed barrier.
He says nothing, merely placing food in front of the entrance and moving a few steps away. Mordecai leans on the wall and waits.]
FUCK YOUR MOUSETRAP
Lilith gives her door a long, suspicious look, not trusting that knock but damnably curious all the same. After a minute of internal debate, she slips noiselessly off the bed and lays her ear flat along the door.]
DIS HUNTER IS SILENT OH MAI
Food. Take it or leave it.
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She has a few options- leave the food and let it spoil, or leave her room at some later date starved and dehydrated without guarantee of not being seen. Her mouth settles into a line, and with all her misgivings, Lilith starts cracking the door open just slightly.]
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The second it does he'll be blocking the door from closure and pushing his way into the room.]
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[Lilith is spry, but so is he, and in terms of physical strength if she strains to shut a door he could probably open it. Recognizing a losing battle, she pushes away--keeping face turned, dammit--and darts for the bathroom.
DAMMIT MORDECAI WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE INVOLVED.]
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Mordecai: /FLIPS A TABLE
Lilith: /JACKS HIS SHIT UP
Morde: /RAAAAAAAAAGE
Lilith: /SCREAAAAAAAAAAM
Morde: /GROWWLLL D8<
Lilith: /SERIAL PINCHER
Morde: /RESTRAIN
Lilith: /MORE SCREAM