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ᴏʟɪᴠᴇʀ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ➹ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴀʀʀᴏᴡ ([personal profile] longbowhunter) wrote in [community profile] goshdarnspam2012-10-29 06:59 pm

sandy can't you see, I'm in misery

the
Morning After

meme


Start a thread for each of your characters. It works better if you avoid a catch-all.

Other people comment as though their characters have suddenly woken up next to yours. Anons can comment suggesting who should wake up together.

If it's too creepy or cracked out, you obviously don't have to do it.

Spam accounts are totally welcome as well!

The first person who says they're late has to wakeup with Zoidberg.

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[personal profile] aggressiveapathy 2012-10-31 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Or who would be there to make veiled references to this at work for the rest of your life.

[Well, in all this talking and laughing April has apparently given up on this nap thing. Though don't worry, it's to be continued later in the day. Possibly still on him. Instead she sets about finishing what she started on the lake that day and getting a closer look at the nearest tattoo.

And, you know. Possibly looking for any evidence that's they'd done. Things. She's a marker, okay.]
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[personal profile] waiting 2012-10-31 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ The nearest tattoo, since he's more or less with his back to her, happens to be the words SEMPER FI spelled out clear and large, along with a slightly questionable rendition of the traditional Marine insignia. The muscles in Bradbury's back ripple as he shifts his weight.

As for marks, well, there are a couple of scratches and questionable-looking bruises in place, but nothing really conclusive. Besides, the best evidence would be whether or not April's feeling particularly achey, because if she's a marker, Bradbury's a handler, and manhandling April wouldn't be particularly difficult. ]
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[personal profile] aggressiveapathy 2012-10-31 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[She frowns for a long moment at the lack of results from her half-assed investigation, tracing along one questionable looking scratch with a chipped-fingernail.]

Whatever.

[What the hell. She hates this half-way crap. She leans down to- lightly, thank you- bite one of the accompanying bruises.]
waiting: (but all the choirs in my head sang)

[personal profile] waiting 2012-10-31 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't startle at the press of her finger, but he does jerk in surprise when she bites down, a hiss escaping him that doesn't necessarily sound like he thought that was a bad thing. He's just caught off guard, and he twists around a little, looking at her with an expression that's caught between affronted, scandalized, and a little intrigued all at once. ]

What was that for?
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[personal profile] aggressiveapathy 2012-10-31 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[April just raises her eyebrows up at him, apparently not understanding what wasn’t obvious about that move.]

Memory jog. Do the same stuff, it all comes back right. Though- mm. I’m more of a neck person.

[Why yes, all of April’s medical knowledge comes from TV, why do you ask. But now that she’s considered the second point, she’s totally crawling up closer to get access to his neck region.]
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[personal profile] waiting 2012-10-31 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm pretty sure that's not how it-- [ He breaks off as she starts moving. Pretty sure he should be shoving her off right now, but 1. he doesn't want to deal with a pissy Raccoon Queen, 2. he could end up actually hurting her, 3. she's probably just fucking with him, right??? 3 is actually probably the biggest reason he just sort of holds still and lets her do what she wants, like he keeps expecting her to chicken out of it.

His hands don't really know what to do with themselves, so they just kind of flail around awkwardly before he rolls flat onto his back and props himself up a little on his elbows, still staring at her incredulously. ]


You know this is a bad idea, right?
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[personal profile] aggressiveapathy 2012-10-31 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
No.

[It’s hard, as it often is, to tell if that’s an honest or ironic statement, but April’s happy to leave it at that. Part of which may be because she’s occupied with other things, like following his role to end up straddling his hips, one hand grabbing onto his shoulder for balance as she leans in. She stops with her face about half a foot away from his, because, come on. She’s a lot of things. But not someone who needs to go molesting people who aren’t interested. Sometimes- as terrible as it may be- things needed to be talked about first.]

Why?
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[personal profile] waiting 2012-10-31 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Part of the problem may be that Bradbury doesn't actually know what he wants, and the conflict probably shows on his face as he stares back her. He doesn't try to shrink back, increase the distance she's closed so quickly (and wow, she moves fast). Her weight on him really isn't an issue either, although the position's more than suggestive. ]

Uh. [ Wow, that's eloquent. He tries again, like he's working through a mental checklist. ] Because you're a lot younger than me, because your boss would never let us live it down, because I honestly didn't think I was in any way your type until just now?
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[personal profile] aggressiveapathy 2012-10-31 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
First, my type is whatever I want. And second I don't care about what other people think, sooooo...

Okay. Thanks. For clearing that up.

[The whole 'age' thing had always fallen under the category of caring what other people thought, so as far as she was concerned that covered all points raised. Apparently drunk/high/roofied them had been pro this. What was the point of arguing with something that'd (theoretically) already happened.

None of which she actually shared as she darted in to try and finish closing those last few inches of distance.]
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[personal profile] waiting 2012-11-02 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ The moment he realizes his objections apparently don't hold much weight with her (not that he expected them to, because she seems to have made up her mind pretty decisively) is the moment Bradbury gives up.

He doesn't dodge away when she darts in, though he isn't exactly opening up for it either. One hand even comes up to awkwardly kind of rest on her waist, not really doing much of anything? Up close he smells like cigarette smoke, though it's mostly on his clothes; surprisingly enough, his morning breath isn't that terrible. ]
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[personal profile] aggressiveapathy 2012-11-02 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Cigarette smell or no, she presses forward- to end all the build up in what is probably the most chaste kiss of her life, mouth more or less just lightly resting against his. She then procedure to resume the conversation from that position. Breath not exactly much better than his.]

Mm. This explains the clothes thing, I guess.
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[personal profile] waiting 2012-11-02 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's kind of funny how he tries to look at her when she says that; at this distance, all that results in is being cross-eyed. He gives up, closing his eyes, so his lashes brush against her face. ]

Sorry. [ And then he tips his head to the side, finding a slightly less awkward angle for his neck, and presses back, lips warm and dry. What the heck. He'll give this kissing thing a shot. ]