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Post by callen lee jones on Dec 17, 2011 0:04:37 GMT -5
Callen was seriously on the verge of blowing this chick into smitherines. He had never in his life met a more frustrating individual, and the fact that she was now following him, made it all that much worse. When he finally stopped and confronted the redhead, he could see that she was about to ask something of him. One thing he wasn't quite aware of was the fact that she had the audacity to ask him for a ride home. He looked at her with raised eye brows and his jaw dropped slightly. Was she being serious, or was she just fucking with him right now? He wasn't sure, but either way it was the funniest thing he had heard all day. He looked at her and laughed like she was joking, even if she hadn't been.
Suddenly all of his laughing stopped, and he looked at her. Her eyes looked as serious as they had ever been, and he knew she was actually asking him to give her a ride. What he didn't understand was why she couldn't walk. It really wasn't that far, and she could make it with no problem. He didn't want to spend another second with her, let alone a fifteen minute drive into town. There was no way in hell that he would take her. Callen shook his head and his face turned stone cold. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" he asked, more irritated than he already had been. it was like he was never going to get rid of her! She was an annoying fucking mosquito that wouldn't stop buzzing around his damn head, and he didn't know how he was going to get rid of her. Even blowing her shit up wouldn't get this girl away from him. He should just murder her...
Except she obtained information he needed. He knew he should have just killed her before talking to her.
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Post by brynn abigail foster on Jan 6, 2012 0:00:36 GMT -5
Needless to say, it stung a bit when he laughed in her face. She was cold, exhausted, and in pain, and all she wanted was to get home. "No, I'm not out of my fucking mind," she grumbled. But if he wasn't going to help her, fuck it. She inhaled sharply, her mouth tightening into an angry line as she took an unsteady step forward. She limped on, glaring straight ahead of her as she made her way past him. She'd just hotwire some junker and leave it somewhere in town. Abbie was nothing if not stubborn. She'd made it a good ten feet before her right knee started shaking. Three more steps, and her leg gave out entirely. With a startled "Oh!" she lurched to the ground. For a moment, she could do nothing but sit there, confused, but with a closer look, she saw what she hadn't earlier. A larger piece of shrapnel had gotten lodged deep in her leg, slightly above her knee. "Well," she muttered as she tried to pull herself up again, "this is just fucking fantastic." She managed to stand, but fell again after just a few steps. "Damn it all," she mumbled, stretching her legs out from under her, leaning over to inspect her injury. By the moonlight, she could just barely see the glint of the metal inside the cut. Her whole leg felt like it was asleep, a feeling that wasn't improved by her holding the cut open to reach in and pull the piece out. She let out a little squeak of pain as the rough edges did further damage on the way out. It was hardly more than two inches long, but something had definitely gone wrong. "Great," she muttered, "Just fucking great. This is exactly what I needed." She pulled another piece of metal from her cheek, and several more from her calves and arms. Tonight had gone from bad to worse, and it certainly wasn't getting any better. She just wanted to get into her own bed and forget this had ever happened, but she doubted that would be happening any time soon.
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