Zoe (history_repeats) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-10-10 18:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | greed, zoe hansen |
WHO: Greed and Zoe
WHEN: Thursday
WHERE: Doctor's, hotel
WHAT: The cast comes off!, Settling in for NYCC
WARNING: Tricky Greed
Zoe had worn a grey blouse with a bright yellow skirt to work mainly because she knew Greed was picking her up (she was getting off at lunch and had a few days off for the con). She also knew he was going to be anxious about her new male roommate so wore the yellow just for him. He took her to the doctors, missing the con's opening ceremonies but it was a Thursday so the real cool stuff wouldn't be happening yet anyway. She now sat in the cold doctor's office, waiting anxiously with her feet dangling off the edge and kicking back and forth as the doctor got things ready. Her blouse arm was peeled back and she leaned her head on Greed's chest, nervously chewing on her thumbnail.
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The doctor had pulled out a spinning power tool. Once he turned it on the blades started to whirl with the sounds of a chainsaw. "Woah! What is that? Are you cutting something off or mowing down a tree?" Suddenly the idea of this thing coming at his yellow clad girl was not as exciting as it had seemed. Was he taking off the cast or her whole arm? In that case he protested.
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The doctor looked at him with restrained patience, "It's to cut open her cast, it's perfectly safe." he said and moved towards Zoe's resting arm on the table. Zoe chewed on her bottom lip, alternating between looking and not looking.
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"Wait, wait, wait!" Greed had him turn it off for a second. "What if that slips and goes through into her arm? Then what?" He was freaking out, hell yes because they were about to saw into his girlfriend with a rotary tool.
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Zoe grabbed onto Greed's arm with her good hand, he was scaring the shit out of her! The doctor turned it off and rubbed his temple before looking at Greed, "I've done hundreds of these before, that won't happen. Now, she needs to stay calm in order for me to do this and the best way for her to do that is for you to stay calm, okay?" he held up the power tool as if to silently ask if he could get on with it.
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Greed waited a minute but pointed his finger into the air once the blades started turning again. "But its sharp. Can you practice on something first. This is a human being for god sake." He was being overly dramatic about it, and wanted to see it work without it going into her arm first.
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The doctor turned off the blades again, "Okay, I think it's probably best if you wait outside. This'll only take a few minutes." he called for a nurse to come help escort Greed to the waiting room.
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The nurse that came in wad a dude which totally messed with Greed's head. "But you're a man!" He pointed at the nurse who proceeded to escort Greed out with a grip on his arm. Greed still tried to keep his ground before a multitude of nurses had to help drag him out of the office and back into the waiting room.
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Zoe put a hand to her forehead and closed her eyes shaking her head. The doctor gave her a look and she offered a small smile hoping he didnt take it out on her arm his annoyance with Greed. "He just.. worries." she said. In the waiting room you could hear the whirr of the blades and then a new noise as it ground and cut into the heavy cast, slicing it open.
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Greed sat impatient, hearing it pause and start again. It sounded like he was grinding a stump in there. Finally after what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes Greed made a dash back into the room. He saw that Zoe wasn't screaming or any blood so he just stared at the whirling tool with both distaste and fascination.
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The large male nurse was on Greed's tail and grabbed him again but the doctor had just finished and the cast sat split open. He raised a hand as if to tell the nurse it was okay and said to Greed, "Not a scratch." and true to his word, there was his yellow skirted girlfriend flexing the fingers of both her hands.
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Greed had no idea how much he actually missed both her hands until she was short one for what felt like forever. He rushed over, tugging on her hand and petting it as if it were some new toy. He then played with the discarded cast, poking at the rough plaster where the blade had gone through. "How much is one of those things?"
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She grinned at him when he stroked her hand and then rolled her eyes, "Oh no you don't... come on." she put her hand in his and looked at the doctor, "Thank you, very much." the doctor asked, "Do you want to keep the cast?" Zoe frowned and shook her head, "I rather just forget it.."
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"Why not keep it?" Greed looked over his shoulder. It wasn't like he could do anything with it other than conk someone in the head. He was mesmerized by her hand though, he kept grabbing for it to pet and poke it.
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She looked at him molesting her hand, "Because I really don't need a reminder of the time my grandfather watched his dad beat me up and my boyfriend wasn't there and I cried alone in the dirt and then our life went to shit for two months." she raised her eyes to his, "You can keep it if you want."
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"Not when you put it that way." It sounded awful. He was still picking at her hand when he slapped her palm to his cheek. Oh dear sweet Jesus he'd missed that hand molesting his face. He moved it robotically like she had no control of it whatsoever. It was his hand now. He was claiming all rights to where it went and what it touched.
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She chuckled and let him do what he wanted with her hand. She smiled when he touched her palm to his cheek, "Can I have that back now.." her thumb stroked the skin of his jaw, "It's gonna be really difficult for you to drive otherwise."
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"Not yet!" He whined. He wasn't done! It traveled from his cheek down his neck. He tried to put it on the back of his neck but it was a really complicated position while walking. He stopped mid step having an idea in his head which usually made him look like a kid who'd just discovered the Mt. Rushmore of chocolate. He patted his back for her to piggy back him so she could molest his face and everything else until he reached the car. A car that was slap full of costumes, snacks and anything else Greed thought he'd need. Including a pair of water pistols.
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She looked at him confused and put her hand on her hip, "And why exactly do you want me to get on your back?" she was seriously confused what that had to do with her hands.
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"Just jump up there!" Though a pencil skirt probably made it difficult. They weren't more than two feet from the car anyway. He was just so damn excited. There was the con and now her hands were free. He was a over-excited puppy on steroids.
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Her mouth dropped open and she waved at her skirt, "I can't. If you want me on you, you're gonna have to carry me." as in scooped up in his arms. Not that she wanted him to do that but she was making a point.
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He stopped right in front of her, slapping her arms around his neck, his hands on his hips as he started to walk backwards to his car. "Do that thing...that thing you do on my neck with your hands." He glanced over his shoulder to be sure he wasn't walking off the sidewalk and into the street.
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"What're you....." and then her features softened as she realized what he was talking about. She didn't do it right away, but pressed into him to make him keep going backwards till he'd hit against the car. Then she slowly moved the tips of her fingers up and down along the nape of his neck, she moved in closer till her nose was practically touching his, "Like that..?" she murmured.
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His back slapped up against the door happily because now she was squished up on him. Then her fingers, oh those sexy fingers...he purred like a kitten, closing his eyes to get the full sensation. "Mmmmm, just like that..." He hummed.
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He'd hear her wince and her hand paused. She wrinkled her nose and scratched the back of his head lightly with her nails, "They're kinda stiff.." she hadn't moved her hand in two months so it was to be expected.
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His little moment ended when she spoke, pouting softly. He pulled her arm down so he could see her hand again, he massaged her fingers between his palms like one would do in the cold. He was trying to help.
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It was moments like this when she wondered how anybody could doubt how tender he was with her. She smiled softly and this time even though he had one hand with him, her other was still around his neck. She watched his warm up and still with that soft smile said in a hushed voice, "How about we check into the hotel and you can help me massage it with some tiger balm.... in less clothing."
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He still hadn't told her his plan for hacking his way into a hotel room. He had to keep it secret only because the reaction was better real and Zoe could not lie to save her life. He needed to pull this off seemlessly.
"Ooooo, you're good..."
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She laughed and there was a hint of pink in her cheeks and she kissed his cheek so they could get a move on. When they arrived at the hotel, it wasn't cheap that was for sure. She looked around unsure as she walked into the lobby with him, she wanted to ask if they already had a room or.... but she was almost afraid of whatever his 'plan' was.
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Dragging everything inside was a feat for the hotel staff. Not like they hadn't seen boatloads already trickling in. Greed was dragging one of his suitcases to the desk when he slapped his arms on the counter. He threw out a name for them to look up in the guest registry. It was a no show of course, but it didn't stop Greed for making a scene. He insisted he had made reservations. He waited for the right moment to let slip some water out on the tile floor from an open water bottle, which he quickly slipped back down into the empty compartment in his suitcase. Luckily for Greed there was a mop and bucket nearby.
He moved down the counter slipping the moment his shoe hit the water. It might have been an acted fall but he had played it beautifully.
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Zoe was surprised when he started creating a scene and just held her elbow with one hand as he did his thing. She leaned against the counter and then watched as he was doing something... weird. But she didn't have time to dwell on it as he fell. Hard. "Ohmygod..!" she quickly scrambled over to his side, "Are you okay!?" she moved the hair out of her face as she leaned down to him.
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It looked bad. The best con artist fooled even himself. For a second he thought he had twisted something because when he hoisted himself up on his elbows he'd talked in a crazy position. His head even pounded. That floor had been harder than he thought.
The man at the counter had his mouth open the moment Greed went down, rushing over to join Zoe. Greed winched noting to them both that he was in pain. "I think it'd my back." He was an actor, and this played like a well-written script.
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Zoe looked really worried, "Okay.. can you move? Can you get up?" her hand gripped his with her other hand touching his upper back lightly. She looked at the man who had joined them, "Maybe if you help we can get him up."
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The man couldn't form a cohesive thought. He only nodded asking Greed to put an arm around his neck. Greed did so, Zoe on his other side. His lower back actually started to tingle which was probably his head trying to convince him he really had done something.
"There's water there on the floor." He pointed towards the puddle, then towards the mop and bucket. "Shouldn't leave that out on your floor." He winced again as the got him to his feet. "That's a liability." And clearly their fault.
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Part of Zoe's brain was suspicious but Greed really did seem hurt so she focused on that. "Can you help us up to our room?" The man told her they didn't have a room. Zoe frowned, "He needs to lie down." couldn't the guy see Greed was a big guy and he was hurt? With Greed's rant about liability, the man quickly nodded and gestured to some people to prepare a room and help them to it.
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Greed was too big for one person, even two of dead weight. He tried to straighten up, then would hold his breath when a shot of pain seemed to immobilize him. It took a good ten minutes for them to get him to the elevator with the manager insisting that the water be cleaned up and their luggage taken to their room. It didn't matter that they couldn't find his reservation, they had one now.
Greed didn't complain anymore than that as it would appear he'd plotted the whole thing (which he had), but there was an artform to this. He was brought into the room, carefully getting to the bed with as little pain as possible. They guy who'd helped was sweating buckets as Greed was one heavy sunovabitch. He handed Zoe theory keycards and their luggage was shortly deposited after he left, apologizing profusely for the injury.
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Zoe was fretting over Greed's supposed injury. He didn't seem like he was faking but... she couldn't possibly help carry him, he'd crush her so she just supervised and made sure they got their things in the room which was a pretty post room, probably one of the best the hotel had. She gave the guy at the door a very stern look and was really unhappy about the whole thing. When everyone was cleared out of the room, she walked over in her bright yellow skirt hugging her legs and sat on the bed next to Greed's side, worry etched on her face, "You want anything? Advil? Something to eat?" her hand resting on his chest lightly.
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He looked up to her with those dangerously sad eyes and motioned with his chin for her to come closer. He wanted a snuggle and a kiss for his efforts. That had been a bang-up show. He looked around the room at the furnishings, nice flat screen tv, mini bar, queen size bed. Even the pillows felt like feathers. "Nice one."
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She leaned down closer but before he could get a kiss, he said... that. She looked at him suspiciously, "What?" no kiss, do not pass go, do not collect a snuggle.
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"It's bigger than I thought it would be." He fluttered his lashes for Tue kiss that never came, lips puckered to the air. He opened his eyes. "What what?"
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She jerked straight up, her lips now not even in the area of his, "What what? You were in agony a second ago, now you're okay?" she was in disbelief.
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"Well, there is a twinge," he put his hand up behind his back to rub a spot, but he wasn't nearly in the pain he'd been in the elevator. "But I'm okay. I almost convinced myself." He sat up now heading for the mini bar.
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He had faked it. Ugh, why was she surprised? When he got up, she picked up the pillow and threw it at him, "You jerk!" she grabbed the second pillow. Two hands now, she was going to give him that injury he'd faked.
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"I couldn't tell you. You'd have ruined the art of surprise." He put his hands up to block the pillow being launched at his head. "I told you I had a plan."
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She let out a frustrated noise and got up off the bed, smacking him a couple of times with the pillow, "Your plans shouldn't involve worrying me half to death!" she really had thought he'd been hurt.
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Her voice was easily muffled by the constant smacks of pillow fluff. "Well now you don't have to worry. I'm fine." She was going to make him dizzy. He grabbed the pillow from her in a tug-of-war, flopping on her when the struggle ended.
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"I'm not worried, I'm--" but the tug of war didn't last long since he could easily overpower her and she oof!'d when he knocked her back on the bed. She glared up at him, "Let me up so I can hit you again."
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She could hit him a hundred times and she still wouldn't break skin. "You're what?" He grabbed her flailing hands which see still trying to land a blow. "We have a hotel like I said and I don't have to spend a dime." It was clever. Couldn't she appreciate it for what it was?
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She was at his mercy under him with him capturing her hands but she still glared, "I'm mad." and she pouted a little, "I thought you were hurt." or did he not remember how shitty it felt when his things broke?
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"I know. That was the beauty of it. They bought into with you there. You could have never put on a performance like that if you'd known." Couldn't she see the good side of it? "It was brilliant really. That guy was freaking out." He didn't stop and think so was she.
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She gave him a look, "So was I." she sighed and tried to get him to see it from her point of view, "Remember in the doctor's office? You were worried something was going to happen to me? Did that feel good to worry?"
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"No. Not really. I thought he was going to saw your arm off." Blood would have been everywhere....there would have been no way to fix that. It would have been terrible.
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"That's exactly how I felt. Not that you arm was going to get sawed off but that worry. That worry that doesn't feel good when you think someone you care about is hurting." she looked at him expectantly to see if he got that. She wasn't really angry like that, she just wanted him to know he gave her a scare.
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"Soooo.....we're good now?" He understood the concept but he'd really wanted a hotel. He rolled off and flopped back onto the bed, kicking his feet and arms out of excitement. "We're in!" He grinned wide until all she could see were tiny slits for eyes.
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She sat up since that was it. He was too excited to see what he put her through. She looked at him smug and thrilled and then beat her tiny fists against his chest and then huffed and curled her arms on his chest and put her head on her arms. Some days it didn't pay to fight against the world's biggest five year old.