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Zoe (history_repeats) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2012-10-16 08:12:00

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greed, zoe hansen

WHO: Greed & Zoe
WHEN: Backdated Monday
WHERE: Zoe's apartment
WHAT: Duct tape fixes everything
WARNING: I don't think that man ever went to medical school

Raiden had left and Gabe still wasn't home so Zoe was miserable and alone and in pain. There were a few more 'and's' there but those were the most prominent ones. She didn't know why she always felt like shit when she talked about Greed with someone, you'd think she'd take it as a sign but no, she was an idiot.

She'd told him to not come over. She didn't want to even entertain the idea of being able to rely on him for anything. So right now she was in her bed, her side throbbing with a dull ache, the bandage from the night before having a small splotch of blood on it and needing to be changed. It wasn't too bad a wound but it still hurt and she avoided looking at it. Mainly why she hadn't changed it yet because she didn't want to see it. She was in PJ bottoms and her bra still, all she wanted to do was sleep for the next three days and down a bottle of tylenol.

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history_repeats
2012-10-17 04:42 am UTC (link)

Zoe lowered her gaze, kinda shocked that she felt like a little kid getting scolded.. and of all people by Greed. This was all shades of wrong. She let out a frustrated sigh, "I know, I know.." she muttered when he repeated that she shouldn't have gone outside. She bit her bottom lip and cringed as she looked at him attend to her wound, "I.. uh.. I kinda got shot there." she looked at him pleadingly, trying to make her case, "I didn't know Ray lived over in that area! And it wasn't technically Times Square.. it was the little shopping area in the street next to Times.. Square..."

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better_than
2012-10-17 04:51 am UTC (link)

Greed wanted to take that duct tape she'd slapped on his arm and throw it over her mouth. All her excuses still circled around the fact that he wanted her inside and she didn't listen to him. If he didn't use a little magic on her what made him think she'd actually listen to him and do what he asked?

He was putting fresh tape around the gauze, pausing when she admitted to being anywhere near Times Square. "You what?" He didn't even look at her, but by the clench of his jaw he showed his anger. He hadn't exactly gone killing people. Why kill them when stunting them still got him the goods?

He dropped his hands from the now cleanly decorated wound, swallowing heavy. "Near like a few blocks down like the Disney Store street or Macy's?" He had been on the rooftop of Macy's when he'd shot down what he thought was a double hit. They guy had been loaded with jewelry. In his head he chanted for her to say anywhere else because, but his siblings would have been less humanitarian that night.

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history_repeats
2012-10-17 05:01 am UTC (link)

Zoe was discovering she didn't like it when Greed was angry at her.. and she really didn't like being at fault. Though, she wouldn't have done it differently, Raiden had needed her. But she had promised Greed and she hated breaking her promises.

Her shoulders sagged when he got angrier but she was impressed by how well he'd dressed the wound. She'd have thanked him except she was too busy being wracked with guilt. "By Macy's but--" she paused the excuses that she was going to throw at him and frowned a little, finally turning her head to look at him curiously, "How did you know that..?" Times Square was huge, the streets near it ran pretty long too, those were specific sections he was mentioning.

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better_than
2012-10-17 05:11 am UTC (link)

His jaw clenched a little tighter, those big blue eyes as dark as his tone. "Fuck, Zoe. Fuck you. Fuck." He still stared down at her wound, still able to see it in his head despite it's covered state.

He stood up wringing his hands through his hair and kicking down the little tower of boxes that he'd piled on the floor, stomping on some and scattering others with his shoe. "What did I say?" he kept repeating that as if he'd thrown his magic at the end of the question. He paced the floor a few times. "I said stay inside," he was running through the explanation like he was helping out a kid through a spelling contest. "I said not to go near Times Square. Why the fuck didn't you listen to me?" He looked at her with upward brows. Were there tears there too? He'd maimed his own toy. "I shot you. I was there. I was up on that roof that night." He kicked another pile of boxes. "FUCK."

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history_repeats
2012-10-17 05:25 am UTC (link)

Zoe looked taken aback when he started cursing at her. She physically cringed and pulled back into the sofa as he went on a rampage.. it was the first time she'd ever been scared around him. She opened her mouth but he was ranting, she couldn't say anything. She was at a complete loss when he turned on her again. She furrowed her brows when he looked so beyond upset and she didn't understand why. Until he said it.

Her expression changed, her breath hitched. "You shot me..?" she looked like he'd just kicked her in the ribs. She didn't even know where to begin on what to think.

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better_than
2012-10-17 05:40 am UTC (link)

He might buy new things all the time, take shiny things he liked, but he also hoarded the things he wanted to keep. She was a possession of his, therefore his to hold tightly within his grasp, under his care (no matter how childlike). He had just scratched his possession and he was pouting about it. She hadn't seen his reaction the first time he'd backed his car into a brick wall. But Zoe was a breathing girl. He wasn't done yet, he hadn't even begun to seep in and he'd scraped her.

"Zoe...." He whined flopping back on the couch. He touched the spot with a soft graze. If it hadn't been him she'd have been dead he was sure of it.

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history_repeats
2012-10-17 05:58 am UTC (link)

Zoe reacted to his touch like it was fire, twisting to the side with a wince so he couldn't touch her. "No." she shook her head, "No." she ran her hands through her hair, fingers curling into the dark strands and staying there for a few moments. He was being honest. He admitted to shooting her. But there was something wrong with how he was reacting. She was feeling a mix of things right now.

She laughed a little but there was no amusement in it as she let her hands finally slide down to her shoulders and off. She looked crushed. "You didn't want me at Times Square because you were shooting people. You shot me. And you're not sorry." she wasn't asking. "I can't even be upset.. because you're not real." it was a cruel thing to say but she said it before she could stop herself because it was things like this that were a slap in the face. Cold reminders about the reality of whatever this was between them was nothing and would end in nothing but misery for just her. Greed would move on to whatever new toy caught his fancy.

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better_than
2012-10-17 06:10 am UTC (link)

That did sting. Not real? She had preached this idea that he was a person. Treated him more like one than he had ever experienced before---and then she told him he didn't exist? There was greed in everything, even in good intentions. When someone thrived to better themselves or push to achieve a goal---that was greed even in the smallest of measure. She had seen him as this guy she claimed to like so much only to throw him away. Well, he didn't like that feeling. Not one bit. Forget that he did the same all the time.

"You moved in front of my bullet!" As if that were rational. "I was collecting loot, not bodies." He grumped, angry that she had seriously just denied his existence. "If it hadn't been me, you wouldn't be breathing." He crossed his arms, a spoiled and hurt child. He murdered before if the outcome was necessary, but he wasn't a killer by nature.

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history_repeats
2012-10-17 06:23 am UTC (link)

She just gave him a look like he was absolutely right but there was nothing but deep hurt in those eyes he liked so much. "I am so sorry about that." she nodded as she swallowed the lump in her throat, "I'm sorry that it'd been you. I'm sorry that you're a lousy shot." she was angry too as she kept going, "I'm sorry that I believed you were more than what you are. And you didn't lie, it was my fault." and the thing he hated started to happen with tears coming to her eyes, "I'm sorry for thinking you could ever give a damn about me. And I'm really sorry that I can't seem to stop giving one about you!" He shot her. And blamed her for it. And she couldn't just shut off her feelings for him. She hated him right now. And she wished he hadn't missed.

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