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Roman Ellison :: Eris ([info]watchyourback) wrote in [info]immune_ic,
@ 2011-11-25 21:48:00

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Entry tags:# 2011 [11] november, rae

WHO: Sarah and Rae
WHAT: One's not sick anymore, which means the other one needs to make fun
WHERE: Leaving the infirmary on Liberty Island
WHEN: Backdated to Nov. 22nd
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In progress

Two weeks. It had been two whole weeks since Rae had initially been put in the infirmary for her cold (or flue or whatever the hell it was) from falling off the boat and into the water. Sarah had been concerned to start with, but once she was sure that her friend was okay, it was hard not to find the whole situation so damn funny. She was above making fun of sick people while they were sick, though, so she'd told herself that she'd wait until Rae wasn't dying or anything like that to make with the teasing and the banter. In theory, two weeks hadn't seemed like a long time to wait. But she'd never noticed just how much time she spent with Rae until she wasn't there! Two weeks was a hell of a lot of time to sit around twiddling your thumbs in between doing supply runs and whatever. Considering that getting sick wasn't on the top of her list of things to do, Sarah hadn't gone to the infirmary to visit. She had, however, sent notes. Notes with stupid jokes because laughter was the best medicine and all that.

A Jewish woman had 2 chickens. One got sick, so the woman made chicken soup out of the other one to help the sick one get well.

Aim for the stars. But first, aim for their bodyguards.

There was this Eskimo chick who spent the night with her boyfriend. Next morning she found out she was 6 months pregnant.

If at first you don’t succeed, parachuting is not for you.

Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.

My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch.

Thinking up the jokes and writing them into little notes didn't get rid of the sense of boredom. And perhaps she was crazy for saying so, but going out and actually seeking out some of those zombie bastards didn't completely satisfy her boredom. And that was why she was so glad when she finally got to go to the infirmary. Sarah had been on her way in when she saw Rae actually coming out of the place. With a bit of a smirk on her lips, she walked right up to her best friend. "It's about time you stopped being sick with the flu, cold, hypothermia, whatever-the-fuck-it-was. My life was horrendously empty without you."



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[info]prettydeadly
2011-11-26 04:36 am UTC (link)
Rae was far enough along in recovery to be sent back out into the safehouse, thank god. It was funny. The evening that she'd spent drinking with Eli and David, she'd felt fine. But the very next morning she'd woken up wanting to roll over, sleep and never wake up again.

It started as a flu. The regular old flu, like every other dozen or so flues that Rae had had in her life. She'd still gone to the infirmary, of course. In correlation with her underwater-zombie bite, she hadn't been received very well—it had taken a miracle and her father, Sarah, Eli, Aaron and Miriam's insistence that she was immune to keep her from being thrown in quarantine. She'd seen the intranet posts that O'Brien guy had made about being locked in the solitary confinement they called quarantine, and she wouldn't survive that. Not with her sanity intact, anyway.

It was while she was at the infirmary that it morphed into pneumonia. To be honest, no one was surprised, least of all her. She'd spent a good five minutes in ice cold water and the next few hours in ice cold weather. It was miraculous that it wasn't worse than that. And it took her a good week or so to even start getting better. Now, though, she was better. Mostly, anyway. And it was a good thing, if only because being sick seriously cramped Rae's style. It sounded horrifically cliché and a little bit ridiculous, but really, being cooped up in bed was just… not who Rae was.

Sure, she had company now and again, Eli kept her company, but she wouldn't let him stay too long lest he catch this plague. Sarah's notes always made her laugh, and she was secretly glad that her friend hadn't come to visit her, because like with Eli, if she caught this, Rae wouldn't forgive herself. But the joke notes had been nice. Her other doctors were awesome, too, and her dad had stopped in for a little while a couple of times, too, but other than that, it had been a quiet couple of weeks. And she was itching to get out.

So, when they told her that she could go, she was up and out of bed faster than anyone probably expected her to be.

And, much more expectedly, Sarah was there to greet her as she came out. In her normal, Sarah way. Rae chuckled a little bit. "Pneumonia," she corrected, not realizing until then exactly how stuffed up she still was. "And my life was empty without you too, darling. But I'm back now. And mostly better than ever."

She paused for a second, grinning. "For what it's worth, I could totally make a tomato taste awesome in fruit salad if I had the chance," she pointed out, not serious but using it as a way to thank Sarah for the sanity keepers while she was locked away.

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[info]watchyourback
2011-11-26 05:34 am UTC (link)
The whole situation with the boat had been ridiculous, if you asked her. They'd wanted to put Rae in quarantine, which was stupid as anything. When you had five people insisting that a person was immune, wasn't that enough to keep the people in the infirmary from wanting to throw someone into quarantine? Really. And, of course, who could forget the fact that Rae falling in had left Sarah by herself to row all the rest of the way to Liberty Island? Maybe she hadn't gotten sick, but it had been a lot of work to do all by herself. Laziness was not something that had died with the end of the world, and it sure as hell had not ended its very long relationship with a certain immune explosives specialist. Things had sucked for them both, it seemed. Probably a little more for Rae, but only a little. Or something.

"Ah, pneumonia. Forgot about pneumonia." Kind of paled in comparison to possibly getting bitten by zombies who could turn most people into mindless flesh-eating freaks of nature. As it was, having a stuffy nose was probably better than infection. "Oh good. I'm glad your life was equally empty. I would have had to find a new best friend otherwise and that's pretty hard to do now. Nobody would want to put up with me anyway."

The comment about making tomato taste awesome in fruit salad had her laughing. "Yeah, okay. I mean, you know I'd probably eat it because I eat just about anything. But tomato was never meant to be in fruit salad." And there in lied the wisdom. "Glad to see you liked me jokes, though. Would have read them in person, but I didn't want to catch the plague."

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[info]prettydeadly
2011-11-26 07:09 pm UTC (link)
Rae chuckled and shrugged. "Yeah, I wish I could forget about pneumonia," she joked. "You know for that first week when I got sicker? They threatened to put me in quarantine like every day. If not for Eli and my dad sticking up for me and insisting that I'm immune? I'd totally be loco while sitting in solitary confinement by now and you could stand by the door and laugh at me." She knew that Sarah wouldn't laugh at her if she was tossed in quarantine, as a matter of fact she'd probably threaten to bust heads open until they let Rae out, but thankfully, they'd never need to find out how that scenario would play out. Rae smoothed a hand through her hair, looking around the safehouse and suddenly wanting to go and get some fresh air. She smiled at Sarah again. "Walk with me? I'm itching for some fresh air."

She laughed again when Sarah mentioned no one else wanting to put up with her. "I've often been told that my patience was epic," she mused, putting her hands in the pockets of her jeans (which, thanks to a lack of easily accessible washing technology, still smelled a little bit like salt water. She'd have to change and then wait in the epic line to hand wash them later on). Turning and glancing around the safehouse, Rae smiled. The last time she'd really paid attention to her surroundings was when she'd been drinking with Eli and David. It was good to see sober.

"Eating any and everything is a good thing nowadays. Especially since we're limited to things that are non-perishable. You're the only person I've seen eat a can of those uber-preserved canned enchiladas, Sar," she half-smiled as she snagged her jacket from the floor and pulled it over her shoulders, tugging her hood up and over her head. She wasn't a wuss by any stretch of the imagination, but she wasn't keen on catching an even worse plague either. She'd seen more of the infirmary than she ever wanted to in the rest of her lifetime.

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[info]watchyourback
2011-11-26 09:25 pm UTC (link)
She couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Seriously? When you have people insisting that you're immune, you'd think they'd take that and stop pressing for the quarantine. Bunch of idiots." It was mildly ridiculous. "But I wouldn't have been laughing at you. If you were crazy enough by then to be laughing at nothing, I would have just laughed with you. Clearly." All kidding aside, though, she would have flipped out a bit if Rae had been put into quarantine. Threats galore would have been thrown out until they let her friend go. Probably would have landed her in a whole heap of trouble, but in her mind, it was worth it. "Yeah, we can walk. I feel like the former sicky should call the shots," she said with a bit of a laugh.

"Clearly I should be thankful for your epic patience. Good best friends are hard to come by." With her thumbs slung through her belt loops, she matched stride with Rae as they walked. "And do not judge me for eating the canned enchiladas. They were good for what they were. And Mama's not picky." Would she have preferred real enchiladas? Of course. Any day of the week. But this was a time of taking whatever you could get and being glad for it. Food was food. Who was she to discriminate?

"So, how did you manage to not go nuts in there? You know, besides my awesome jokes."

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[info]prettydeadly
2011-11-27 01:22 am UTC (link)
"No one takes anyone at their word anymore," Rae said, wistfully remembering days when trust was paramount and people actually believed and cared about one another. "It makes me miss the way things used to be. When it was easy to know who you could trust and easy to be someone that people trusted. It's a sad world when even I don't trust people," she mused. All her life, Rae had been trusting. She just liked people; it was the way she was. And she wanted to be both trustworthy and trusted. It was a shame that she could count the amount of people who did both of those things on two hands.

She laughed a little bit when Sarah called her "the former sicky," shaking her head and shrugging a shoulder. "Not so former. I still sound like Chuckie Finster with a cold and breathe like I've got tissue up each nostril. I'm just glad they let me out finally. I was getting sick of the tent and the constant poking and prodding and just… being treated like I was sick. I think that's the best way to put it. I was getting sick of being treated like a sick person." Which, of course, she had been, but that was another problem entirely.

"I will judge you all I want. I tried one of those things and felt like I wanted to vomit for a month. They're like… cardboard tasting. I mean we're in no spot to be picky, no, but I can't imagine what that crap does to your insides." She smiled as she thought of the old days; Mexican Mondays when she and Sarah hit up Arriba Tortilla for their lousy Mexican food and ordered everything they could possibly eat (which for Sarah had been a lot). Her stomach grumbled and she resolved to deal with the cardboard taste of canned enchiladas later, just because of the memory. "I never thought I'd miss Arriba Tortilla."

She paused and shrugged when Sarah asked her how she got through it. "Dad came to visit me a couple times. Eli, too. That and you know me. Obnoxiously cheerful. Takes more than a little boredom to bring me down…" she chuckled.

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[info]watchyourback
2011-11-27 03:03 am UTC (link)
"Trust goes out the window when there's hordes of people-eaters on the street, I guess. Never know when someone's lying or whatever." It kind of sucked. And by kind of, she meant that it definitely sucked. "But still...you'd still think that five people insisting you're immune in the first place and then more of those same people insisting again would get the point across." She shrugged, sticking her hands into the pockets of her jeans. Wearing out the belt loops wasn't good. When they ripped, it was really annoying, to say the least. "Sad just about sums up the world now, I guess. But there's little things that make it better. Like stupid jokes or blowing up a whole bunch of zombies." She chuckled some. "Just the little things."

As they walked, she lightly nudged Rae in the shoulder. "There is nothing wrong with Chuckie Finster. As for breathing like you've got tissues stuck up your nose, that sucks, I will grant you that. The beauty of being out is, no one else will poke and prod you. Well...maybe I will just for fun. But there will be nothing medical to do with it." She was more than sure that sitting around in the infirmary wasn't anything close to fun. And honestly? Rae couldn't be blamed for wanting to get out of there.

The canned enchiladas were not to be judged! "Dude, if you use your imagination while you're eating them, they're really not that bad. I imagine good enchiladas and it makes the canned ones taste about equal to the ones they'd serve in the cafeteria for school lunch. As for what they do to my insides...don't even want to know." Had to love those non-perishable foods. And just thinking about them made her hungry. "And yet, here we are. And now I'm hungry, so for that I'll blame you."

She scuffed the toe of her boot against the ground as they walked. "Oh, so Eli came to visit you, huh? Bet that made you even more obnoxiously cheerful." Was her tone insinuating something? Maybe...

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[info]prettydeadly
2011-11-27 06:24 pm UTC (link)
Sarah's comment about not knowing when someone's lying hit home with Rae. It was hard for her to think of people that way. She was still stuck in the old-world frame of mind and she missed being the type of person that people could trust. Shaking that thought off, she decided that she'd make a point to go talk to Eli later. He always knew how to cheer her up. She chuckled and shrugged a shoulder. "I mean, I can understand how they want to be more cautious than anything else. Five people insisting is one thing, but all it really takes is one infected to destroy a safe haven like this, you know? They do pretty decently at keeping zombies out. You saw how few there were on the way in here…" she pointed out. The biggest threat was underwater.

She shuddered at the thought. She'd be lying if she tried to pretend that she didn't replay it every time she closed her eyes. Toppling over the edge of the boat into the ice cold water, the hard clasp of the hands on her leg, scared people screaming for Eli to just let her go… she fought back a shudder and snapped her head to look at Sarah when she realized that she'd been speaking. Laughing weakly, she nodded. "I can't wait to get back into things. I'm supposed to be on bed-rest for a couple more days."

She smirked when Sarah commented on her Chuckie Finster joke. "But I like my pink hair. I don't want to grow spiky red hair and start getting extra freckles…" she joked. "I wasn't really poked and prodded. Though I did kinda feel a little bit like ET from time to time," she mused. "Doctors in masks and gloves coming in to take my temperature… thank god they took it through my mouth," she added with a wry grin. "And if you poke and prod at me you had better expect to be poked and prodded back. Just saying."

Rae had always loved it when Sarah got all defensive. She loved poking at her like that sometimes, and she knew that she was one of the few people who could actually do it without getting a fist in the eye. "I guess. I was eating canned chicken soup while I was in the infirmary and I pretended that it was my mom's. You know how she always used to put lentils and peas in it?" her expression dimmed again at the thought of her mother; the wound was still sort of fresh, after all. But she recovered quickly, chuckling when Sarah commented on the food's affect on her insides. "I don't think any of us want to know. I'm just thankful that we run it all off running around out there…" she mused.

There was something about Sarah's tone when she asked about Eli that made Rae's cheeks turn pink. "Well, he's good at cheering me up. Makes me laugh almost as much as you do," she pointed out. She wasn't admitting anything. Not yet. Not unless she was ready to do something about it… which she most definitely wasn't.

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[info]watchyourback
2011-11-29 02:43 am UTC (link)
"Like...bed-rest? Or bed-rest?" On the second mention, she raised her hands to do a set of air quotes. If Rae really wanted to get back into things, then bed-rest didn't really seem like it would be on the agenda. Why would you want to lay around when you could get back out and do the exciting stuff sooner rather than later? "If it's the second one, clearly we should go and do something. Anything." Hopefully that something involved getting to kill some zombies. She'd been itching to do that, considering that there wasn't a real threat on the island aside from zombies underwater. They weren't as easy to kill. Actually...she was rather sure that the underwater zombies would piss her off the most. "And duh, of course I'm prepared to be poked and prodded back. Not saying that I'd give you a chance to do it. It's always more fun when these things are one-sided." And to accent, she poked Rae in the side with a smirk right after.

Someone who didn't enjoy getting all defensive? Sarah. But she knew more than well enough that Rae liked poking at her just see her like that. And Sarah let her get away with it. Anyone else probably would have gotten decked. "Yeah, I remember. Gotta love chicken soup from Mom." She didn't miss the way Rae dimmed a little bit. It wasn't something out of the blue, really. What else could you expect from someone who'd lost their mother? Sarah felt bad, but all she knew to do was try to keep a smile on her best friend's face. "So long as the canned food doesn't turn us into zombies, I'm good. My metabolism can take care of it."

Ah, the blush. Had she been expecting it? Of course. It was a thousand shades of obvious that Rae liked Eli. "Oh, he probably makes you laugh way more than I do. I feel like the sexy man-face is an unfair advantage." She'd continue to prod at it, of course. It was her job, after all. And it was fun to see Rae flustered.

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[info]prettydeadly
2011-11-29 07:46 pm UTC (link)
Rae laughed. Oh Sarah. Always ready, willing and able to break all the rules. She shrugged a shoulder and looked down at the ground. "It's supposed to be real, actual bed rest. Pneumonia is like, twice as serious now as it was when the world was "the world" you know? But like… I don't know if I can do it. I'll go crazy. At least there will be actual people for me to talk to, but you'll be the first one to know if I get too bored, don't even worry," she half-smiled. It should have been when she got too bored, but that was another point entirely. "Besides… I don't think I'm quite ready to brave the water yet, even if I was better…" she muttered, looking at the ocean in the not-too-far-away distance. She wasn't phobic, not really, but the helpless "about to die" feeling was still fresh in her mind.

When Sarah poked her again, Rae huffed an overdramatic sigh and poked Sarah right back. "Mean. Poking a sick person," she narrowed her eyes, putting a hand on her hip. Rae knew she could get away with it, that was the only reason she did it. She could think of three people off the top of her head who wouldn't be knocked flat if they even entertained the thought of poking Sarah in the arm and she was number two on that list. Number one, of course, was Sarah's big brother Nick. "I'll tell Nick, you know. He'll stick up for me," she joked. Mostly because she knew that even though Nick was strong, a battle between Nick and Sarah would more or less be a clash of the titans. And Nick would go incredibly easy on her, being his little sister and all.

Pointedly straying away from the conversation about her mother, because Rae was happy to be out of the infirmary and didn't want her mood dampened, she shrugged. "I don't think it'll turn us into zombies, but if we're not careful about how much of it we eat, it'll definitely do some not-good things to our insides," she maintained.

"Don't do this, Sarah," said Rae seriously. "Please. Don't. It's not like that and you know it." They'd had this conversation a thousand times, to be honest. Rae had made sure never to admit her feelings for Elliot, though she'd mentioned that maybe, in another world, if things were different, they could have had something. It just… wasn't realistic. Not in a time like this, in a world where there were more dead and undead than living, breathing people.

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[info]watchyourback
2011-11-30 08:42 pm UTC (link)
Rules? Psh. Just one more obstacle to get through, most times. At least, that's how Sarah thought of them. She didn't much like things that restricted what she could do. It was hard enough following the rules that the immune had to follow in the first place. Anything past that, she'd find away to get around. "That kinda sucks. But you know what...you're tough. You'll get through it fine. With people to talk to, it won't be that bad. And if you do get too bored, I will tell you more jokes in person. Because I have a lot more where the ones in the notes came from." She grinned some. "You'll be ready to deal with the water soon enough. If it puts you anymore at ease, I'm going to curb stomp the next zombie I see that comes out of the water."

The retaliatory poke earned Rae a double poke. One to both her sides, and at the same time. "Boo-hoo, you're sick. I will poke you whenever I feel like it. It's in the best friend rights, or something." She stuck her tongue out at Rae, knowing full well that it was immature. But really, who cared? No one, that was who. "Nick won't do anything. He's a pansy." Technically, that wasn't true. Not by any stretch of the imagination. She just like saying things like that about her brother for the pure fun of it. That was definitely in the little sister rights, no two ways about it.

It's not like that and you know it. Ha. And ha, ha. Sarah actually couldn't keep herself from laughing a little bit. It was just too hard to keep it back. "First off, you should know that 'stop', 'don't', and 'no' are three words that don't register to my brain. Secondly...that might be what you think about it, but what you think and what I know are two completely different things." Denial was more than a river in Egypt. And Rae was up to her eyeballs in it. "I know you. Therefore I know that that's a lie."

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[info]prettydeadly
2011-11-30 10:02 pm UTC (link)
To be honest, Rae wasn't sure if it was funny or sad that everyone around her knew exactly how large her dependence on people and what they thought of her was. She always put stock in what people thought and felt. "Do you know what ever became of everyone else who was on the boat with us?" she asked. The people who had told Elliot to let her go… the people who'd suggested that she be left to drown, to die in the depths of the Hudson Bay, being gnawed on by swimming zombies… Rae shuddered a little at the thought. "I mean, other than you, me, Eli, dad, Miriam and Aaron…" she trailed off. There had been three or four others. She couldn't remember their names, but she remembered their faces vividly.

"You know I always appreciate your bad jokes, Sar," Rae smirked, fully expecting a comment in return for calling the jokes bad. "No matter whether I'm fully healthy or on my death bed." Too soon? Maybe.

Sarah's promise to curb stomp any water-dwelling zombies made her laugh. "Not if I do it first," she responded, pushing the front door open and stepping out into the bitter November chill. She shook her head in surprise at the sensation, but recovered quickly. "But seriously," she started, "I know you're right. I'll be myself again in no time, I just… think I need to take a couple more days. And bull shit Nick wouldn't do anything. He loves me, and he's about the only person on earth other than me who could take you down," she added.

Sarah's response to her denial of her feelings for Elliot made her worry. She tried. She really did. She tried really hard to keep them in check, not to show them in public. The little cheek-touch she'd given him before they'd had their reunion celebration with David had been a moment of weakness, which she could write off as being sick if anyone asked her about it. But she couldn't. She was scared, both of her feelings and the fact that he probably didn't see her like that. "What do you want me to say?" she asked. Sarah already had her own predetermined (and probably correct) notion about how Rae felt. Did she really need to say it aloud?

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[info]watchyourback
2011-11-30 11:39 pm UTC (link)
"Know, yes. Do I care? No. The bastards." She didn't care about anyone who would just let her friend die like that. Sarah had been trying to keep the boat steady while Eli had been trying to pull Rae back on. But there was no mistake that she'd wanted to deck everyone who had insisted that Rae be let go. "They're fine. Haven't seen them around, but that's probably for the best." Seriously.

Her jokes were being called bad? Blasphemy! "My jokes are not bad. They're funny and you know it. Especially the parachuting one. And the eskimo girl one!" She poked Rae again for good measure. "I'm not gonna tell them on your death bed. And you know why? Because you're not gonna be there ever. Because I said so."

It was cold outside, but that was to be expected. It was November, for god sake. "I'd totally get to it first. Your curb stomping skills are nothing compared to mine." She shoved her hands further into the pockets of her jacket. Whatever the lining was on the inside was really warm. "He loves you, yes. You're a daffodil, just like Ady. But he would not want to fight me just because I poked you. He knows you can take it, sick or otherwise."

In her eyes, liking someone wasn't that big of a deal. Yes, the world had gone to hell in a handbasket. And yes, there were probably more important things to be thinking about than being all lovey dovey and crap. But Sarah was also a firm believer in being happy when everything else was shitty. And if you could reach out and get that thing that would make you happy, it didn't make any sense to sit around and do the exact opposite. "You don't have to say anything. At least, not to me. I'm not the one it applies to."

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[info]prettydeadly
2011-12-01 02:45 am UTC (link)
Rae didn't say anything for a second, mostly because her mother had always told her not to say anything if you couldn't say anything nice. But she wanted to ask them why. Why, after the time she spent protecting them and saving their asses back on the mainland, they'd been so quick to give up on her? She wasn't some super hero. She was just a person, who wanted to survive this as much as they did. "Maybe I'll seek them out while I'm recovering. Just to talk to them…" she trailed off.

When Sarah defended her jokes, Rae just laughed. "I know, I was just fucking with you," she grinned, nudging her best friend with her shoulder and smoothed a hand through her her hair. "My personal favorite was the aim for the stars one, by the way," she added, one half of her mouth quirking up into a grin. "Whoa, I'm never gonna be on my death bed? So I'm a freakin' superhero now? Invulnerability or something? Infinitely more badass than other power I could have envisioned having." She grinned. "Clearly we should harvest my blood, since I'm so invulnerable, to share my power with the world!"

Scoffing, Rae glared at her best friend. "Hey. I am so not a daffodil. Could a daffodil kick as much ass as I do? I don't think so," she said, glaring playfully at Sarah. She knew that she didn't mean it. And she also knew that Sarah knew that she wasn't a daffodil. She was anything but. "And you're right. He doesn't need a reason to want to fight you. Apparently that's like an adrenaline rush to you two…" she snickered.

"I don't have to say anything to anyone," Rae insisted. "I'm not ready." She wasn't even ready to admit anything to herself, let alone to Sarah, and god forbid to Eli. "Not yet."

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[info]watchyourback
2011-12-02 02:41 am UTC (link)
"Or you could seek them out to kick their asses," she mumbled, not really even to herself. They deserved it, to be sure. It was a little surprising that she hadn't already confronted them about it to begin with. Sarah wasn't really the type to just sit back and let things like that pass her by. But she'd let it go...for now. If she kept on the topic, she'd undoubtedly end up stirring herself into a more violent mood. And that was never a good thing. At least, not a good thing for the targets of her mood.

She tried to ignore it by focusing on the comments about her jokes. "Hey, it's kind of true. Gotta take out the bodyguards first." She shrugged some, allowing herself to chuckle a bit. "Clearly you are a superhero. I hear hair dye does that to people sometimes. Seeps in and gives them superpowers. Maybe we should write a comic book about you. The Adventures of Pinky...I can totally see it now." She bumped hips with Rae, entirely on purpose. "The first issue can be about harvesting your blood and spreading your power to the world."

The glare didn't faze her. It was playful, after all. Not for real. "Okay, okay, fine. You're more of a daffodil than me. Is that fair? You kick ass, but you're clearly the girl in this relationship." That last part was a bit of a joke. "The best kind of adrenaline rush there is. Duh."

Yes, yes she did roll her eyes. It was just hard not to. "Don't know what the big deal is. He likes you, even if you don't get that. And you like him. I'm pretty sure if you told him the world wouldn't explode. That cute couply music from the movies would probably play and everyone would go, 'Awwwwww, they're so perfect for each other!'"

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[info]prettydeadly
2011-12-03 03:38 am UTC (link)
Sighing, Rae shrugged a shoulder and looked over at Sarah. "I'm not going to kick their asses," she insisted, one side of her mouth curling up into the tiniest of smiles. "Karma will do that on its own. And you don't want to fuck with karma at the end of the world, because she can be pretty cruel." Also pretty confused, since Rae couldn't count the times that people who didn't deserve bad karma were hit with it as far as she could tell. "I'll have to ask you not to kick their asses either, Sar. Let karma do it."

Rae paused when Sarah mentioned bodyguards to the stars. "You know, I'd be terrified to run into a bodyguard zombie. Seriously. Like…" she shuddered a little bit. "Those guys are always huge. And ripped," she made a face. "I wonder if zombie bodyguards are stronger than other kinds of zombies…" she thought aloud, then trailed off, laughing aloud when Sarah mentioned a comic about her. "You're totally my sidekick. The Incredible RibGirl, who never goes anywhere without her emergency ribs. And you're obviously going to burst into the Rae-harvesting facility at the last possible second and save the day."

Pursing her lips when Sarah only half backed down, Rae rolled her eyes but smirked a little bit nonetheless. "That's as far as I'm going to get you to give, isn't it? But fine, fine… I can deal with that, I guess. I'll be the pretty, girly one if we ever get married and you can be the butch one," she joked.

"Stop," she insisted. "Just… let me think about it. If I do, it's not going to happen yet. Probably not for a long time. I can't…"

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[info]watchyourback
2011-12-03 09:36 pm UTC (link)
Let karma do it? Let karma do it? Seriously? "Oh come on, Rae. Karma is not as good at kicking ass as I am. And letting me do it would be a hell of a lot faster. Not to mention more satisfying." More satisfying for her personally, probably, but that was entirely beside the point. "But fine, I won't do anything." Even if she really, really, really wanted to. It would just be too easy. But she'd leave it be. Or, at the very least, try to have some semblance of self control and leave it be.

The mention of bodyguard zombies actually did make Sarah think for a minute. "Huh...now I kinda want to find out. Even if they're huge and ripped, they'd still blow up one way or another." Every zombie blew up one way or another. But what was more distracting than the thought of bodyguard zombies? Calling her a sidekick. "Psh, sidekick. Do you not get that I'm too awesome to be a sidekick. Sheesh." The name, however, she could live with. "Emergency ribs are clearly necessary in any and all situations in life. You shouldn't leave home without them. And yes, yes I would bust you out of the harvesting facility and save the day. And then probably hijack the rest of the story for myself because I am just that awesome." Clearly.

Rae wouldn't get her to concede on the point any further. If you looked at it in perspective, Rae was more of a daffodil than she was. It was just plain fact. "Like you didn't foresee that happening anyway," she said, nudging Rae in the side a bit with her elbow.

And there it was again. One of the words she just hated to hear. "Whatever. I'm just telling you what would happen if you did. You might not know this, but I can predict the future. And the future I see has you and him as one of those disgustingly happy couples that I like to make fun of."

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[info]prettydeadly
2011-12-04 11:58 pm UTC (link)
In spite of herself and the fact that she wanted so desperately wanted some kind of recompense to come for the people who'd more or less wished her dead, Rae allowed a smile to creak through at Sarah's "instant karma" idea. "I know it'd be faster, but if I let you beat them in the face, I'm no better than them. And right now? I'm pretty sure I'm a lot better than them," she mused. She didn't like to be self-centered, but Rae felt guilty when she so much as wished someone would go away. Let alone wishing harm.

"Landmines," was Rae's simple response to Sarah's comment about all zombies blowing up one way or another. "Rumor has it that zombies are lousy Minesweeper players, so I'm pretty sure their skill at landmine evasion leaves something to be desired." The grin went from impish to wry when Sarah insisted that she wasn't a sidekick. "Well, wait a sec," she said, completely ready to call her best friend's bluff. "If this comic book we're talking about is all about me, you can't expect a starring role. It's either my sidekick or my nemesis, and frankly, I know way too many of your weaknesses to make you a comic book-worthy nemesis. All I'd have to do would be hold up a plate of freshly barbecued ribs and you'd be prime for the striking," she explained matter-of-factly. "So it's sidekick or enemy-of-the-week."

Rae smirked. "Hey, I'm just makin' sure we're on the same page," she said with a bit of a chuckle. They were, as always.

The talk of telling Elliot how she felt was making her stomach sick. "If you say so," she mumbled. "I'm not ready, though…" she added, and she was sure that the I'm fucking petrified undertones would be clear as day to Sarah. Because her luck would dictate that the one time she really cared if she was rejected would be the one time she was rejected. "I was already careless once. Got a little mushy and touched his cheek, and I panicked. Overcompensated and tried to pretend it didn't happen. I can't do it again. Not without being sure that he…" she trailed off.

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[info]watchyourback
2011-12-05 04:43 am UTC (link)
"Their skill at evading pretty much anything that explodes leaves something to be desired. That's what makes my specialty oh so fun." Blowing up zombies was fun as anything. They couldn't dodge for anything. And watching the explosions was all the more satisfying. "Hey, hey, hey...who says I wouldn't have enough self control to ignore the ribs? You severely underestimate me." To be honest, she probably would be easily incapacitated by freshly barbecued ribs. Damn her love of food. "Find, I'll be your sidekick. But I'm not some pansy-ass sidekick like Robin. Let's just make that totally clear. We'd kick the same amount of ass, hands down."

It really wasn't hard to hear just how scared Rae was about the whole thing with Elliot. But she just...she didn't get it. Sure, maybe her best friend hadn't been so taken with a guy before. But even so, Rae hadn't ever been so hesitant about expressing what she thought or felt about a guy. Sarah could see that it'd be just fine if something was said. Unless she was severely misreading the way Eli looked at Rae.

"I stick by my prediction. Something tells me I'm not wrong."

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