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Dialogue PractisePAIRS [GG?] /DIALOGUE EXERCISE
Tonic, paired to Gin
Pepper, paired to Salt
Fish, paired to Chips
Tonic: Alright, we're finally here. Now let's remind ourselves of what's important here.
Fish: *groans softly* Would that be lunch? Because none of us have eaten in two days.
Pepper: Two and a half days. But who's counting?
Tonic: *exasperated* Are either of you two knuckleheads listening? I'm trying to--
Fish: Of course we're listening, Tonic. It's just hard to think about what we're listenin' to when I can hardly hear you over my stomach.
Tonic: Pepper, would you talk some sense into this guy?
Pepper: No can do, boss. He's not old enough for it to take.
Tonic: *growls* Fine. It's up to me, as usual.
Fish: Just give us some food and you can have your precious order.
Tonic: *unintelligible grumbling, sound of cloth and paper rustling* Here, this is what's left of
ExhaustedLethargy sneaks upon me, like a monster in the dark. The monster that is the dark. It is a greedy thing, taking without regrets or even guidelines. It steals time, offers nothing in return, and hasn't even the sentience to glee over its bloodless victory.
Is it the weather? There is none. Snow clumps on the ground, old and stale with ice crystals that shine despite the ugliness of unpopularity. No one likes it here. I don't blame them.
There shouldn't be so much fatigue, so much dragging of skin from my bones with hard, unrelenting fingers. Pain wracks my muscles, but relief would come at the cost of more tiredness.
O, unwelcome sleep, overtake me.
Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 12The next morning came with rain. Taivuttaa sat up and looked at it for a while, then cried out and yanked the blanket up over his head when the water formed a friendly waving hand. At some point, he promised himself, he would have to learn how to control things like that. They were unsettling enough when he did them on purpose. He wondered if the water was using him without his knowledge, then immediately cut off that line of thought before it could do him an injury. Better to take the whole thing slowly and overthink the stuff that didn't make his stomach flip.
"Are you up or having a nightmare?" Before he could answer, he heard Novi add, "Oh dear, more of this "
Taivuttaa slid his head guiltily out into the open air. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. He did not need to see the water hand to know it was still there. "I don't know how I'm doing that."
The bed creaked as Novi sat on the edge o
Steak DinnerIt was always awkward.
Steam gushed over every surface in the bathroom, almost as directly as the jets of nearly scalding water hammering against Scout's neck and back. He leaned against the tiled wall, head down, flexing his fingers. But even the pounding of the hard water couldn't quite drown out the sounds of the others in the base, shouting at one another across the airwaves--arguing, admonishing, threatening. Every now and then, one or a group would pause in their chatter and complain. "Get out of the damn shower and shut off your comms, you snotty little mongrel!" and other variations drifted dimly through Scout's fog of thought.
Out of the shower, clad in a scratchy towel with more than one unmentionable stain, Scout leaned on the cracked sink and rubbed at the mirror with his forearm.
Once the mirror was clear enough to offer him a semi-reliable view the size of his hand, he tilted his head about, stroking his chin as if t
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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