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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 11:14:39 GMT
Cutter looked at Chloe, intently listening to her, she seemed uneasy and maybe a bit clouded in judgement, as she was very very angry. Cutter didn't want to interrupt and tell her this, probably not a good idea. Cutter waited for her to stop, then thought about her words. Was it really smart to listen to the seemingly insane man they just met? Common sense said no, but screw common sense. If the man was really telling the truth, he had years and years of experience in the field, so maybe it would be wise to go on an expedition with him. But the man had also really upset Chloe, so maybe she had a gut feeling to stay away. "I...I don't know. I don't know what we should do. I mean, he's gone now, so what's stopping us from taking a little time to think about it?"
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Post by Chloe Frazer on Sept 2, 2016 20:43:19 GMT
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Shun death, is my advice
Chloe got up and took both of Cutter's large hands in her own. The wheels in her head were obviously turning, and turning fast they were. She shook her a head after hesitating to speak a few times then went on with what she was actually going to say. "Call me crazy, you know I am, but I think we should take this. We both suck at most other things. I... I still don't know though, we always almost die and I don't know if we should be risking it. I keep saying we... if you don't want to do this and I do, I can go alone and vice versa," She let out a huff of air, blowing a bit of dark hair out of her face. She looked back up to Cutter. "Just don't look at me with those sad puppy eyes, okay?" She moved a hand to give him a little pat on the cheek. The thing about the puppy eyes was true. He pulled it on her while in Africa and she almost turned around and went straight home. She raised her eyebrows slightly. "Just make sure my mom keeps her mouth shut at my funeral,"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 21:26:10 GMT
OOC: basically the reason for no template was mentioned in my Opal post.
Cutter smiled and shrugged, he gave Chloe a stifled chuckle. He was trapped with his hypochondriactic thoughts of worry. Would they actually die? How was Chloe handling the eminence of sheer death so well? And this man, his means of trying to convincing them to come with him, it made him wary. Wary and cautious. Why did he want THEM? They had settled down, just got a new puppy no matter! And now, this? Cutter shook his head and followed Chloe, before stopping and narrowing his eyes and picking up the puppy. They had to remember to name the little guy. The man had been a very large distraction, but he finally got to calm down with Chloe for the day.
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Post by Chloe Frazer on Sept 3, 2016 18:38:35 GMT
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Shun death, is my advice
"Quit it with the puppy eyes, I can't handle them," Chloe grabbed both of his shoulders, trying to shake him, but his large size stopped her. She bit her lower lip. "Quit looking at me like that, you remember what happened to Drake right. He couldn't handle being so sedentary, you remember what happened after that," She shook her head again, her fingernails pressing into Cutter's shoulders. "Or maybe not because he didn't call us or write, or contact us in general," She was still a little bitter about the loss of contact between her, Elena and Nathan. "You know I'm too damn impulsive to sit alone, rotting in an office job. I'm going to do whatever the hell I want," She let go of Cutter's shoulders and sat down in the chair in the main room, crossing her legs. The caffeine from earlier was causing her mind to work at around triple or quadruple speed. Her emotions were also on edge. Chloe didn't know if she wanted to cry, scream, or punch a wall.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 11:07:54 GMT
OOC: no template for Cutter right mow, sorry.
Cutter sighed. He could see the sort of glassy look in Chloe's eye that meant she getting emotional. He didn't really know quite how to handle a woman's emotional state, but he gave it a shot. "Chloe, if you really want to do it, let's do it. Look, I don't know how this is all go, and you might get hurt, but I'm going to make are we both have a good time, okay? But before we do any of that, we have to name this little thing!" He held up the golden retriever puppy which had been squirming around in his arms. "And we can't just leave the poor thing here alone once we leave. We just got 'im! Come on! Please take 'im with us!" Cutter gave Chloe the biggest puppy dog eyes he could muster.
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Post by Chloe Frazer on Sept 4, 2016 16:43:58 GMT
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Shun death, is my advice
"Quit it! I need to look away now," Chloe shielded her face with her hands, pulling her legs up to her body as well. "I don't know... I really don't know. If we take him, you know I'll worry, I also have to take care of you. I know how delicate you are," Even when she was under heavy emotional pressure, Chloe was a smartass. It might be the reason she has more enemies than friends. "Charlie, you don't need to worry about me, I can handle myself. I've done it for a few years now," Chloe got a little quiet, thinking of her days in Sydney when she was only eighteen. That year and a half probably traumatized her more than anything. She shook away those thoughts and went to running her mouth again, something she was rather good at. "If it comes down to it, I've taken care of you more than you've taken care of me. You remember Syria? Actually, don't I don't remember it fondly, still keeps me up at night. Probably the main factor, next to the chronic insomnia," Chloe didn't know the exact reason why Syria was so terrifying to her, it might've been when Cutter got darted and tried to kill everyone, three separate times. She couldn't look at him the same afterwards, she had always felt a strong sympathy for him. He truly cared about others, something Chloe had to admit she couldn't say about herself.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 11:53:18 GMT
Cutter choked a little when Chloe mentioned Syria. He didn't want to think about it. Or talk about it. He didn't want it brought up in conversation. But yet there it was, lingering thick in the air like a plague. He'd tried to hurt them, hurt Chloe. What kind of friend would ever even dream of doing that. "I...I..." Cutter stopped trying to talk and looked solemnly at his feet. "Apparently i'm not the only one who still thinks about it." He mumbled, almost wishing that Chloe didn't hear him. He thought for a moment, trying to think of some kind of way to distract himself from those thoughts, the memories. "So, have we decided to call up the man?" He asked Chloe, hoping she'd quickly forget about what they had been previously talking about.
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Post by Chloe Frazer on Sept 5, 2016 14:21:24 GMT
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Shun death, is my advice
"I uhhhhh... probably," Chloe was still thinking about Syria, she brought a hand to her face, her middle and ring fingertip on the bridge of her nose. She was trying to think but she couldn't get her mind back on what was important at that moment, not what happened a few years ago. "I'm sorry, can't think straight," She closed her grey eyes for a few moments. Her heart was beating at a quicker pace than it had been just a few minutes ago. It was unnerving. The silence following was heavy in the air, not awkward but painful. "Should we tell him we're actually horrible at this and most of our adventures end in something exploding and us learning lessons about love and friendship," Chloe chuckled, going to her default sarcasm. "What about you Pom?" She gave a forced smirk, quoting herself from a few years ago. "You in?"
OOC: I'm listening to "Let her go," By Passenger, I promise I'm not crying
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 10:31:10 GMT
OOC: okay, now this time I'm just lazy and don't want to get on my template...
Cutter took a moment to understand what she was saying. This was a lot. More than a lot. It was life threatening and quite terrifying. Cutter looked at Chloe, her face sort of happy, sarcastic. He wondered how she could be smiling with all the weight of what was happening on them. He nodded his head. "Yeah, I'm in." His voice cracked a bit from the nerves and he silently swore. He wanted to sound like the hero, the one she could rely on, but it didn't seem to work out that way. Well would she have disowned him for saying no? No, probably not...right? He was nervous he wasn't up to her standards and maybe even that he was going to pull a Syria again. He didn't speak, only rubbed his arm and looked at Chloe with distant eyes. It would have been obvious he was upset about something.
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Post by Chloe Frazer on Sept 7, 2016 11:02:57 GMT
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Shun death, is my advice
Chloe noticed how upset Cutter looked and took a few slow steps towards him. She put a hand on his shoulder, kneading the muscle to try and relax him, and maybe her in turn. "Charlie," She was using his first name gingerly, her low voice quiet and gentle. "I'm sorry I've dragged you into all of this. You know how hard it is to kill us, it isn't from lack of trying though," She gave him a forced smile, eyebrows turning up ever so slightly. "You okay? If you're not, ignore all of it, we don't need to go,"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 12:00:08 GMT
Cutter shook his head. No, he was going alright. He was exetremely worried; that was obvious enough, but he could do it and survive it. He wanted to do this for Chloe, not for this strange man. Not for himself. For Chloe. If Chloe wanted to do it then by God he would too. "No, I'm in, just don't go bailin' out on me. The Full Monty1, we're doing this." Cutter stopped his voice from crackling out of nerves and went to pet the new puppy only to keep CHloe from seeing his shaking hands. It's nothing to be worried about. Like she said, it'll take a lot more than death to stop us...or Chloe at the least.
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Post by Chloe Frazer on Sept 10, 2016 16:32:44 GMT
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Shun death, is my advice
"Charlie..." Chloe was going to say something further but stopped, turning away from him. She thought for a few more seconds before trying to speak again, but she couldn't think of anything. She hated how Cutter agreed with everything she said and did. She felt something boiling up inside of her. Why was she angry? She wasn't angry at Cutter, she was more angry at herself because she felt like she was forcing him to join her. Chloe felt horrible that she was about to scream at Charlie. She whipped around, her fists balling up, her knuckles turning white. "Charlie, I swear, are you just going to play along with this?" Chloe's voice was slow and venomous. "If you're just going to roll over..." Her voice cracked tears flooding her eyes, her tone switching from angry to burdened with sadness. "If you get hurt, or dare I even say killed, it's my fault. I don't want to live with that, I won't be able to live with that... I..." She wiped her eyes, her makeup smearing on the side of her hand, a couple of hot tears streaming down her face. She covered her face with her hands, sleep depravation was just lovely on her emotions.
OOC: Never write while... actually, I don't know where all of Chloe's random emotions came from
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2016 23:17:29 GMT
Cutter awkwardly held Chloe, gesturing her to come a little closer. His quite large physical sature helped him sort of wrap around the emotionslly anguished Chloe. He brushed her welled up tears from her cheeks. "You should take a nap or somethingould sleep or something, it'll make you feel better" OOC:
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Post by Chloe Frazer on Sept 13, 2016 0:45:50 GMT
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Shun death, is my advice
Chloe felt horrible for her outrage, she had gone off on Cutter a few times before, but it still didn't change how bad she felt about it. He was too good for her, there was no way she deserved him. She rested her head on his chest, letting out a long sigh. "I guess I should try and get some sleep," She shook her head slowly. "We should call Dorian when I wake back up... if we are still..." Chloe let out a yawn, stepping away from Cutter to slip off her boots, leaving them at the entrance to her room. She closed the door behind her and crawled into bed, curling up in a little ball. She slowly drifted off to sleep, somewhat content with her current situation.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2016 0:45:55 GMT
Cutter's heart sank to his stomach as Chloe headed to her room. He rubbed behind the ears of the puppy, still unnamed. How did he end up like this, on this roller coaster? He felt so lost. He felt so strange. He didn't want her to be upset or sad. It wasn't something that exactly warmed someone's heart. Cutter picked up the puppy and cradled the slobbery little ankle biter and sighed. What were they even going to name the dog, much less go on a huge expedition?! |
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