Venisha
Junior Member
Completely cool with having last-minute house guests. Completely.
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Post by Venisha on May 4, 2016 19:12:26 GMT
"Nope." Venisha commandeers the vinegar, applying it heavily onto the chip she's eating. "He seems to wander in his own world more than we do.
"Well," she amends. "More than WE do." She gestures at herself with the bottle, then waves it in the direction of Anya and Alexander, while grinning at Dr. Stake.
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Post by alexander on May 4, 2016 19:13:16 GMT
Alex sighs as if this is something he's gone through a hundred times before. He reaches into a pocket and pulls out a roll of gauze and a tiny packet of some antiseptic ointment and sits them on a nearby ledge. "May I inquire as to whether this is self-harm or part of the dance routine out there? Either way, I recommend you patch up, as abrasion wounds are particularly prone to infection."
He quickly scoops up a handful of the chips and starts popping them into his mouth with his other hand. "Thanks Stake, you're a lifesaver."
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Post by Anya on May 4, 2016 19:56:12 GMT
Anya sits, unbuckles her shoes, and starts applying the gauze and antiseptic with a practiced hand. "It really is none of your business. But. In the spirit of cooperation and all, and to say thanks for not having to walk home without anything on them, and cause you asked nicely...it really depends on what you call self-harm. Did I know I was probably going to end up with blisters? Yeah. I didn't exactly wear these shoes for comfort. I wasn't really trying to bleed tonight, but it's good to know these shoes work well for it. I find pain can be...a good focuser, I guess. I don't know how to put it. Sometimes it helps sharpen an experience, sometimes it helps me to let go." She finishes wrapping up and puts her heels back on. She peers back at the entrance of the club.
"There's cant be many more people left in the club. Where is he?"
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Post by alexander on May 4, 2016 20:26:44 GMT
A faint smile plays across his face. "It is, in fact, part of my business as a physician treating a patient, especially one that I'll likely be treating in the future. It's important to assess the level of risk behaviours, as well as the root causes. Trust me, us doctors are surprisingly annoying busy-bodies despite doctor-patient confidentiality."
Alexander pauses for a moment, looking unsure of himself, frowning slightly. He's quiet just long enough for you to notice he's trying to decide if he should continue, then speaks calmly and quietly with the utmost seriousness. "Please be careful. I knew an Ecstatic once who used a related technique for his own mind altering effects. He bled to death. I trust you, but I will still worry."
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Post by Anya on May 4, 2016 21:12:48 GMT
In a teasing tone, still keeping an eye out for Chance, she says "Treatment, what treatment? I had to bandage myself up! All you did was act as the drugstore. I demand a refund."
At his pause, she turns around to pay attention. As he talks, her interested expression starts slipping to mild annoyance until his last sentence. She shows a brief flash of surprise before she bites her lip, trying to think how to respond. She speaks awkwardly, "I'd say not to worry, but I've met me. I will never be crowned the queen of good decisions. I don't...have a death wish or anything. Been there, done that, threw out that t-shirt. It's just a tool. My second least favorite one, if I'm going to be honest. So, um, don't worry?" She turns red, clearly embarrassed. She starts speaking quickly and casually to try to cover it up, "besides, if you think these are bad, you should have seen my feet when I was doing ballet for eight hours a day. They were a disaster." Anya turns back to the door, her checks still pink. "I'm going to see if Chance is still inside. Be right back."
She walks quickly back to the entrance of the club.
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Post by alexander on May 4, 2016 21:40:52 GMT
Alexander's eyes raise slightly and the mention of 'second least favorite' but he says nothing. A moment later, as she reaches the entrance, he calls out. "He left. Or, I should say, I suspect he did."
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Post by Anya on May 4, 2016 22:21:31 GMT
Anya whirls back around. "What? He wouldn't've just left! Even if he bagged the hottest person in there, he would be out here showing them off before blowing us off." She pulls out her cell phone and starts texting Chance.
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Post by alexander on May 4, 2016 22:52:25 GMT
Alex walks over to Anya and starts to reach for her phone, then stops. "Let him be. He was ticked at me, then we came to an agreement, then he got aggravated over my exchange with you. Couple that with all the legwork he did to help us get Lucas to Avalon and I get the feeling that he's had more deep personal interaction today than he has in a month. Chance is capable of taking care of himself and probably took a walk to clear his head and figure out what he wants to do next."
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Post by Anya on May 5, 2016 0:55:24 GMT
Anya eyes Alex briefly. It's a good thing he didn't complete that motion to her phone. She continues texting.
"If he wants me to leave him alone, he can tell me that himself."
She pauses, confused. "Wait. Why was he aggravated?"
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Post by alexander on May 5, 2016 1:55:35 GMT
Alexander arches an eyebrow. "If you truly think that Chance will appreciate you checking up on him like he can't take care of himself, be my guest. If you're going to do so, I suggest your message be something like 'r u OK, saw u were gone'."
Alexander shrugs nonchalantly, but seems to be watching Anya closely. "He was concerned I upset you about the Technocracy, which I did, but he thinks you saw it as me defending them. He seems like he's generally an astute observer, but in this case, it seemed obvious to me that you were angry about the state of the system, not the guy who turned his back on said system."
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Post by Anya on May 5, 2016 2:13:31 GMT
Anya makes a face at Alex. "More like 'If you seriously ditched me for some hottie, the least you can do is send a pic.' I know he can take care of himself. I also know that, sometimes, half the reason people run away is to see if someone will follow."
Anya looks at Alex, slightly bewildered. "If you thought that way, you wouldn't have left. I didn't think you were trying to talk them up. I just...oh, I yelled at you, didn't I? Sorry. I was just...I was upset, not upset at you."
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Post by alexander on May 5, 2016 2:49:04 GMT
Alexander nods towards Anya's phone. "Text that if you like then. I'm in agreement that part of him wants to see if we give a damn, but part of him is going to be put off if we give too much of a damn. He likes you though, so you can probably get away with it."
Alex can't help but chuckle a little, though there might be a little relief in it. "No worries. Trust me, I get it. Besides, it was more yelling around me than at me."
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Post by Anya on May 5, 2016 3:23:56 GMT
"Pretty sure I don't need you to tell me what I can and can't text him." Though she still types in the approved message. Anya looks at Alex with some curiosity. "I thought you weren't supposed to be good with people? But you're right, last thing he needs is someone trying to smother him. Unless he refuses to answer my texts."
"Yeah, well, sorry for yelling around the general direction of your face." Anya casually leans against Alex, if he'll let her, still staring at her phone.
(Ooc: I'm assuming no answer from Chance?)
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Post by Chance on May 5, 2016 3:36:54 GMT
(OOC: What was texted?)
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Post by alexander on May 5, 2016 4:05:35 GMT
Alex shoots Anya a quick grin. "It's more along the lines of I prefer to just do my own thing. Just because I get why people do things, doesn't mean I always know how to react. Also, I've been told I lack tact. Given how riled up I got you and Chance, I think the statement still stands."
Alex looks vaguely uncomfortable as Anya leans against him. "See, like this thing. I get that you are way more comfortable than I'll ever be with the whole touching thing, but I'm standing here trying to figure where to put my hands."
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