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Post by RoundUp on Aug 31, 2015 3:00:49 GMT
Round Up smiles.
I really don't mind you taking the bed.
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Post by Whitewash on Aug 31, 2015 3:05:34 GMT
Whitewash tilts her head a little, seeing into the other half of the room, where Round Up's bunk is. She heads over there.
With one more awkward smile back at Round up, she steps into a corner and takes off the more bulky parts of her armour - just what's on her shoulders, really - before sitting on the bunk for herself.
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Post by RoundUp on Aug 31, 2015 3:07:46 GMT
Round Up moves the cubes off the couch, he looks back to the bedroom.
If you need anything, just shout...
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Post by Whitewash on Aug 31, 2015 3:11:54 GMT
"Yeah, I will..."
Whitewash lies down for a few moments. Then she curls in on herself, hugging her knees. She's not sure what she needs right now. Things are just so very, very complicated right now, and the more she finds out about herself, the less she seems to know.
After a bit, she lets herself close her optics.
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Post by RoundUp on Aug 31, 2015 3:15:44 GMT
Round Up lays down on the sofa, removing his hat and resting it on the top of the sofa back. He looks up at the ceiling, grabbing a remote to turn the lights off.
His visor shone dimly, reflecting his optics's illumination.
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Post by Whitewash on Sept 1, 2015 12:32:05 GMT
Several hours later, Whitewash is twisting in the bunk. Not thrashing where she lies, but muttering to herself, turning over and over, her words not quite audible.
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Post by RoundUp on Sept 1, 2015 15:47:21 GMT
Round up was asleep on the couch, his visor dull as his optics were closed. He hadn't heard her moving, yet he was concerned that something would happen.
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Whitewash
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Post by Whitewash on Sept 1, 2015 16:54:58 GMT
Whitewash's mutters become gradually louder as she tosses and turns, grabbing out at nothing.
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Post by RoundUp on Sept 1, 2015 23:48:07 GMT
Round Up's visor illuminates dimly, he could hear her.
Slowly but surely he sat up, moving over to where Whitewash was, reaching out to nudge her gently.
Whitewash... wake up...
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Post by Whitewash on Sept 2, 2015 1:06:54 GMT
At first, Whitewash doesn't wake. The noises she makes just get louder and more distressed. When Round Up shakes her again, a little harder, only then do Whitewash's optics activate. One of her guns slides out.
She almost rolls out of Round Up's bed, landing on the floor. The jolt is what wakes her up, only looking up at Round Up. Her machine-gun is pressed against his neck.
"Round Up?" she hesitates, "Why am I holding you at gunpoint?"
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Post by RoundUp on Sept 2, 2015 1:09:50 GMT
You were having a bad dream... you must have acted in defense.
Round Up slowly eases the barrel away from his neck.
You've been restless, trouble sleeping?
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Post by Whitewash on Sept 2, 2015 1:33:18 GMT
"I... I don't know," Whitewash admits, "I don't remember dreaming. There was something... but I don't know who or what. Oh, I'm so sorry about that..."
She slides away her guns and sits on the edge of the bed.
"It was... busy." No. Wrong words. Whitewash rubs the back of her head in memory, "It... hurt."
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Post by RoundUp on Sept 2, 2015 17:42:49 GMT
Round Up sits down next to her.
They say that sparks can hold memories... maybe your subconcious is trying to recall what happened.
Whitewash, you don't have to apologize.
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Post by Whitewash on Sept 2, 2015 19:20:59 GMT
Whitewash leans on Round Up, and clutches at her helm, "There was... him... and me. And everything was horrible... At least I think it was... I don't remember right..."
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Post by RoundUp on Sept 3, 2015 1:02:09 GMT
Whitewash, perhaps you should sleep a little more and clear your mind. Whatever you did, its haunting you... don't let what you did in the past get to you.
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Post by Whitewash on Sept 3, 2015 1:29:09 GMT
Whitewash makes a venting noise that resembles a sigh, and nods.
"It's just... so much blankness..."
She blushes at a thought.
"Round Up? Would... would you mind just lying down here? Y'know, just for a little bit?"
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Post by RoundUp on Sept 3, 2015 1:32:03 GMT
Uh... sure, if it will make you feel better.
The mech slides across onto the other side of the berth, he looks to her, this felt wierd... but it seemed like his presence comforted her. He gives her a smile.
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Post by Whitewash on Sept 3, 2015 1:54:01 GMT
Whitewash smiles back and then cuddles up to Round Up. To be honest it could be a lot more embarassing. In the present circumstances she's doing so like he's a brother, or a friend.
She crosses her ankles, and buries her face in his chassis.
"It's just... I keep getting this feeling like I'm going to wake up and be somebody else."
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Post by RoundUp on Sept 3, 2015 1:56:51 GMT
You'll still be Whitewash, nothing can change that.
Round Up rests his head on a pillow, he lifts his visor up again and looks down to her.
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Post by Whitewash on Sept 3, 2015 2:10:16 GMT
Whitewash nods hopefully, "I know what you're saying. But I..." she holds on to Round Up a little tighter, "There was this voice. It said... said I was a slave. Said I should be grateful. Said it was impressed... that I... ugh!"
She hides her face again.
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