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Post by Jacky on Apr 21, 2009 18:47:26 GMT
Ironically, being near Cassandra both helps and worsens my thoughts around her.. Just seeing her makes me realize why I hate her so bloody much. But at the same time there's the memory of.. well, last night for instance. And that doesn't help. I'll be damned if I let that chase me away from me own galley though, so I take my time to finish my rum in peace instead.
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Post by Daz on Apr 21, 2009 18:53:33 GMT
"I didn't know I was *that* interesting to look at." I tell him, eventually, going to stand up too, not liking to be lower than him.
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Post by Jacky on Apr 21, 2009 18:54:55 GMT
"Only just a little more interesting than the shelves, luv." I tell her drily. I watch her stand, and smirk when she just stands there. "What? Forgot your directions? That way is out." I point at the door for her.
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Post by Daz on Apr 21, 2009 19:01:41 GMT
"... I didn't finish my drink yet." I state obviously, "... I'll just have to be social."
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Post by Jacky on Apr 21, 2009 19:06:21 GMT
"Hm." I sound, doubting her social skills as usual. "You could make this easier on everyone and finish yer drink somewhere else. Alone. In yer cabin. For instance." I offer.
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Post by Daz on Apr 21, 2009 19:10:57 GMT
I take another swig, "I'd rather not." I shrug, peircing my eyes a little as I watch him, feeling more awkward than I'd like to admit.
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Post by Jacky on Apr 21, 2009 19:19:25 GMT
I look right back into her eyes though, not easily intimidated by the likes of her. I study her carefully for a few quiet seconds.. wondering quite a few things. Why she won't go, for instance. What the hell she's thinking. Not only now, but in general..
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Post by Daz on Apr 21, 2009 19:22:39 GMT
Feeling incredibley tense I lean against the wall a little, diverting my gaze to the floor boards.. I don't know what to say to him anymore, that isn't an insult, anyway.
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Post by Jacky on Apr 21, 2009 19:32:31 GMT
When she diverts her eyes, an instant frown comes to my features, and I can't hold my tongue any longer. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" I speak up. There's something about her, the tense atmosphere maybe... or more than that, the fact that she gave in and looked away, that is so uncharacteristical for her that it makes me think she lost her bloody mind.
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Post by Daz on Apr 21, 2009 19:40:56 GMT
I frown to myself, because what the hell does he *think* is wrong with me? I fail to believe he's really that disconnected from reality. And from... *this*...
I open mmy mouth to respond, though it takes a few seconds for my words to come and for my attitude to catch up as I stare back over to him again, "What kind of stupid question is that, you great idiot." I raise an eyebrow, "I-..uh.." I stumble slightly, really trying to think on the spot here.
Usually when I argue with him everything's so built up inside that I can just let it go.
But this situation is a lot more delicate.
"I'll tell you what, Jack, if it's that hard for you to get yer bloody thick head around. I just happen to be finding meselves to be a little in the dark lately. A little bit out-of-sorts. A little.. you know. Fucking strange. Because for some, completely unknown reason, I keep allowing myself to be consort to some horrible little scheme, in which I continue to find myself in sexual relations with a man I'd rather not even touch with a stick."
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