I can see what makes you tick.

[ leave it to elle to act smug when she's in the same shitty situation. ]

If you're that lost, maybe you should take it as a sign to keep your place a little cleaner. You know, go back to plastic furniture covers.

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[ awkward pause. her tone softens a little to something more genuine and commiserating. ]

So, it got you, too, huh? [ sigh. ] It feels like I've been looking for my bathroom for hours, but if even you're getting mindfreaked, guess I don't feel so bad.

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Yeah, it got me, too. [ He's apparently not feeling like snarking back today. That's a pretty bad sign. ] Make a fire, if you get the chance. It's only going to get colder.

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This will be over at midnight.

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[ have a brief moment of honest freak-out. ] I don't want to wait til midnight, Gabriel, I want out now!

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[ a few, panicked breaths as she tries to calm herself down. ] Can't we just blast through the walls and find a -- I don't know, an exit or something?

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Be glad it's only midnight, Elle. This is just a taste. [ long sigh ] It won't work, but you can try all you want. It'll give you something to do.

Edited Date: 2011-01-01 03:41 am (UTC)

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Oh, yeah, I'll get straight to counting my blessings. I'm bursting at the seams with things to be grateful for right about now.

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You can always go thank the deities when we get back.

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If we get back. They already turned us all into blood-sucking freaks, you think there's not something in here equally eager to turn our insides out?

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That's really what you're worried about?

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Are you really not worried about it?

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Less worried. I'd rather have something to fight to be honest.

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What is this like some kind of old habits die hard thing? When you say "something to fight," are you really just itching for something to kill?

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...maybe. Whatever keeps me from disappearing.

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Disappearing? Who said anything about disappearing?

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There's something [static] this place. It's not a hallway, these aren't doors, it's not a closet, not a house, not [static].

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Really? Because they look an awful lot like doors to me. Maybe you could try working on making a little more sense.

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There's no way you could understand- at least not in this amount of time. But that's a good thing. You don't want to know.

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hallways
all
ways
al ways

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...Rudy?

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sometimes. some times more than others. that will do.

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Close enough for the echo, anyway... One of us should've stayed behind, Rudy.

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no echoes but the overheard, in the coils of the labyrinth they curl close, closer, closest through the thinness of naked native nacre, knocking.

i had no choice ~~if it's above i must be low ʍoןןǝq below~~.

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i know. there was no choice.

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