I think you should join fight club. It's no secret my sister kicks ass more than you. I'm sure you'll catch up with her if you put as much effort into it as you do with your hair.
Your training starts tomorrow. Be there or be prepared to be pranked when you least expect it.
[It's Wanda who brings her back to the house, makes sure she gets inside safely before going out there to help again. And that's about as far as Max gets. She stands just inside the house, color drained from her face, red dust coating her clothes and her face and her hair. The left sleeve of her green hoodie has been sliced open near the shoulder, blood still oozing from the knife wound she'd sustained during the attack, soaking into the material.
She feels a little unsteady, eyes glazed over and beads of sweat on her forehead. She doesn't even hear footsteps approaching, doesn't register Steve's presence.]
[ while steve doesn't really know what's going on, he's also come to a point of comfort in that uncertainty. it doesn't terrify him, doesn't overwhelm him. whether or not he understands it doesn't keep him from grabbing his bat and running back out there, helping whoever he can, where he can.
and what's going on now, especially, is hard to wrap his head around. beating in people rather than monsters is hard enough, but not being sure who is feral and who is new makes it all that much more exhausting. he comes to a point that he just...has to take a breather. has to go home.
what he doesn't expect when he stumbles inside, though, is max - out of it, hovering in the doorway. for better or worse, he panics, rushing inside and setting the bat down by his feet, leaning down to try and get her attention with his hands immediately on her arms, checking her, first, before he even has the chance to ask if he's okay. ]
[She starts at his sudden appearance, blinking a couple of times when he leans down to look at her, flinching involuntarily when his hands encircle her arms, even as the touch helps ground her out of her shocked state.]
I'm fine.
[The words sound hollow to her own ears, but she says it because she has to. She's alive, after all. That other woman...
Hot tears prick her eyelids much to her horror and she looks away because she hates when people see her cry.]
[ it's said in response to her starting, at her flinching. she says she's fine, but steve keeps checking over her anyway, looking up when max grows silent and seeing just enough before she turns away. ]
Hey. [ this time softer, trying to catch her eyes. ] What happened? Are you hurt? [ he saw the blood, which is why he's giving her a chance to own up to it before he just starts treating it.
and then, a second later after he has the time to put the pieces together. ] Were you just outside?
[The wound on her arm isn't nearly as bad as it could have been. But if she hadn't been such a coward, if she hadn't just run like a scared little kid, maybe things would have turned out differently.]
It's not that bad.
[Her voice is shaky and a chill runs down her spine, but she reluctantly meets his eyes when he asks if she was just outside. Slowly, she gives a nod.]
[ frank is knocking down doors to collect people for the boyscouts trip. or you know, gently and silently pulling people out of their houses early in the am. same dif. he knows house 11 well enough that it isn't any trouble to slip in unnoticed and go straight for steve's room. with what nancy told him about the boy, he's curious to meet him for himself. and a part of him is in "dad-mode" despite himself.
he doesn't know if steve knows morse code, but he figures any patterned knocking will get his attention. so he raps R-I-S-E-A-N-D-S-H-I-N-E into the boy's doorframe - actually giving him the courtesy of opening it himself before barging in. steve's one of his first stops and it is VERY early, but he should be ready. everyone has been anticipating this trip for weeks. ]
[ steve is not an early morning riser. that has equal parts to do with the fact he never really had to be (lazy teenager syndrome) added on with the fact he doesn't actually sleep well at all anymore (nightmares, current hellscape, etc). so, really, frank is lucky that steve didn't actually sleep at all the night before so that he was awake when the knocks came through.
and no, he doesn't know morse code. but he does know odd patterns of knocking and that it probably means someone is letting him know they're about to come in. it's a couple of seconds later before steve does open the door - pack thrown over his shoulder, bat sticking out behind him. he blinks - not sure what he expected, or who he expected, to be standing on the other side of the door.
he doesn't say anything - his room isn't sound proofed, after all, but he does stare. just a second or two. ]
[ the bat gets an eyebrow raise and nothing more, jerking his head towards the door as if to ask steve if he's ready. the staring doesn't really register anymore. he knows he stands out with his bulky frame clad in an all-black jumpsuit and combat boots that somehow make no sound even as they lift him a few inches off the ground. even without speaking, steve reminds him of billy -- and of so many other soldiers he'd known. young, impressionable kids being shipped off to god knows where under the guise of loving god and country. kids like frank just craved the violence. everything else had been secondary at the time.
he gestures for steve to lead the way out of the house, wanting to cover the boy in case anything should surprise them on the short journey to the caravan. it's part habit and part paranoia, but something tells him the young man will understand. ]
[ it's called a security blanket, frank. thanks for the judgement, though, he really needs that. especially now that he's remembering all that he knows about this man, running the town, the mayor, how nancy talked about him and how max and mike did, too. now that he sees him - jumpsuit and boots and bulky frame - steve is suddenly feeling like he should have....what? cleaned up? stood up a little straighter? done his hair?
instead, he just keeps standing there, waiting for some kind of direction or order. that's when the gesture comes, and steve nods, ducking his head and hurrying past him out of the house. ]
[ his first response is to ask who told you, but before the question gets out he realizes it's not worth asking. he knows lucas just showed up, and it was just a matter of time before someone found out, and steve just. sighs.
why does it matter anyway? other than owning up to the fact he definitely completely lost that fight? ]
[It matters a lot to Max. Like, a lot. She knows it didn't go well for him if they'd had to drag him to Billy's car after. She isn't surprised and it's not because she lacks faith in Steve. It's that she's well-aware of what Billy's like when he's pissed. What he's capable of.]
[ he doesn't....know how he feels about that. being thanked? for getting his face beaten in? it's embarrassing to think about, and his only saving grace was that there'd been much bigger problems that he hadn't really had the time to focus on that fact. ]
you don't have to thank me for that no offense but your brother's a massive dick
[ he'd been out - working, probably. maybe sleeping. but whatever it was, the post had gone up and he didn't see it. didn't have time to react to nancy's response. instead, though, she lets him know, hours or however much later, and he's on his feet, grabbing his bag.
the worst of it is how he's not...surprised isn't the right word. but he's not confused. max had told him about people coming and going, being here one day and disappearing the next. it's been a lowly curling anxiety he's just learned to live with - waiting for who would be the first.
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[ and again. ]
Mike and Will SOMEHOW have a house.
[ and Mike suggested she move in with Steve, for god's sake, but that doesn't need to be shared. ]
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didn't they already have a house?
or do you mean another house?
[ oh, yeah, maybe you should definitely mention that because steve would not mind not....being the only adult in the house he's staying in. ]
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Their own house.
They own property! Outside of Monopoly!
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wait- why?
do they even know how to live on their own?
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[ but she can't say that, or she'll turn into her mother. ]
Max is still in your house, right?
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gently sets this thread on march 10th okok
good good
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shhhh
i saw nothing c:
bless u
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I think you should join fight club. It's no secret my sister kicks ass more than you. I'm sure you'll catch up with her if you put as much effort into it as you do with your hair.
Your training starts tomorrow. Be there or be prepared to be pranked when you least expect it.
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what is this twelve year old???? talking about??? also rude???? ]
what the hell is fight club
does nancy know you're doing this?
also pranks aren't exactly threatening, but nice try
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She knows so you can forget about snitching on me.
Are you coming or not?
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[ better question: who is fighting a twelve year old??? ]
but yeah
i'll be there
am i supposed to bring anything?
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[ (ง'̀-'́)ง ]
You gotta bring snacks. That's the number 1 rule.
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Post Dust-Storm Spam
She feels a little unsteady, eyes glazed over and beads of sweat on her forehead. She doesn't even hear footsteps approaching, doesn't register Steve's presence.]
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and what's going on now, especially, is hard to wrap his head around. beating in people rather than monsters is hard enough, but not being sure who is feral and who is new makes it all that much more exhausting. he comes to a point that he just...has to take a breather. has to go home.
what he doesn't expect when he stumbles inside, though, is max - out of it, hovering in the doorway. for better or worse, he panics, rushing inside and setting the bat down by his feet, leaning down to try and get her attention with his hands immediately on her arms, checking her, first, before he even has the chance to ask if he's okay. ]
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I'm fine.
[The words sound hollow to her own ears, but she says it because she has to. She's alive, after all. That other woman...
Hot tears prick her eyelids much to her horror and she looks away because she hates when people see her cry.]
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[ it's said in response to her starting, at her flinching. she says she's fine, but steve keeps checking over her anyway, looking up when max grows silent and seeing just enough before she turns away. ]
Hey. [ this time softer, trying to catch her eyes. ] What happened? Are you hurt? [ he saw the blood, which is why he's giving her a chance to own up to it before he just starts treating it.
and then, a second later after he has the time to put the pieces together. ] Were you just outside?
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It's not that bad.
[Her voice is shaky and a chill runs down her spine, but she reluctantly meets his eyes when he asks if she was just outside. Slowly, she gives a nod.]
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3/19 morningtimes
he doesn't know if steve knows morse code, but he figures any patterned knocking will get his attention. so he raps R-I-S-E-A-N-D-S-H-I-N-E into the boy's doorframe - actually giving him the courtesy of opening it himself before barging in. steve's one of his first stops and it is VERY early, but he should be ready. everyone has been anticipating this trip for weeks. ]
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and no, he doesn't know morse code. but he does know odd patterns of knocking and that it probably means someone is letting him know they're about to come in. it's a couple of seconds later before steve does open the door - pack thrown over his shoulder, bat sticking out behind him. he blinks - not sure what he expected, or who he expected, to be standing on the other side of the door.
he doesn't say anything - his room isn't sound proofed, after all, but he does stare. just a second or two. ]
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he gestures for steve to lead the way out of the house, wanting to cover the boy in case anything should surprise them on the short journey to the caravan. it's part habit and part paranoia, but something tells him the young man will understand. ]
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instead, he just keeps standing there, waiting for some kind of direction or order. that's when the gesture comes, and steve nods, ducking his head and hurrying past him out of the house. ]
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why does it matter anyway? other than owning up to the fact he definitely completely lost that fight? ]
yeah.
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thank you.
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you don't have to thank me for that
no offense but your brother's a massive dick
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but finally — ]
They took Mike.
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[ he'd been out - working, probably. maybe sleeping. but whatever it was, the post had gone up and he didn't see it. didn't have time to react to nancy's response. instead, though, she lets him know, hours or however much later, and he's on his feet, grabbing his bag.
the worst of it is how he's not...surprised isn't the right word. but he's not confused. max had told him about people coming and going, being here one day and disappearing the next. it's been a lowly curling anxiety he's just learned to live with - waiting for who would be the first.
apparently it's mike. ]
where are you