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Liz Ortecho is as ([info]mouthyasever) wrote in [info]somerealityrpg,
@ 2020-03-08 17:10:00

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Entry tags:inactive: kyle valenti, inactive: liz ortecho

Who: Liz and Kyle
What: Catching up
Where: Her place
When: After his post
Warning: TBD

After losing so many people in her life, Liz needed something good to happen and her favorite ex showing up as just about as good as it could get aside from Max coming back. She couldn't wipe the smile off of her face if she tried as she finished folding the load of laundry in front of her. The entity couldn't have had better coming; making him show up when she was just finishing with her Sunday chores. Putting the last bit back into her basket, the took it to her room to be put away later and closed the door, turning on Ricky Martin as she got back to the living room. Putting her phone in her back pocket, she began dancing as she walked over to the door to her apartment and opened it so he could come right in. This was such a mood lifter and now she just wanted to dance. And dance she did as she went into her booze stash, getting a few bottles out for them to partake in. The night they had to talk about was a bad one and she had a feeling they were going to need it.



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[info]mouthyasever
2020-03-11 01:08 am UTC (link)
Taking his hand, she lead him to the couch so they could sit as they talked, happy that she cleared the laundry off of it just a few minutes ago. Sitting down, she didn't let go of his hand as she listened to him, her eye wide as she took it all in. She knew Alex and Kyle had been working on things involving Project Shepard for a while now but due to being in her own little world with Max, she had no idea the extent of it, or that Jesse Manes was involved.

"That's ... I had no idea he was involved in any of that" She told him, cringing a little bit because she knew how bad that sounded. Alex had gotten on her months back for being a bad friend and there she was doing it again. Reaching out, her fingertips grazed the bullet that was lodged in the vest then she pulled back like it was on fire and shook her head, reaching out to get it off of him. It had to be uncomfortable and she knew she was uncomfortable herself just seeing it on him knowing what happened.

"What happened after?" She asked as she worked on the vest.

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[info]docabs
2020-03-11 11:56 pm UTC (link)
"After he shot me, he continued to monologue, assuming that I was bleeding out. I surprised him by getting up and stabbing him with a needle full of barbituates," Kyle explained in an even tone.

He sat down with her, just happy to be away from all of that. "Turns out, he was running Project Shepard. He's the one that told me about the aliens first. He believes that they're all dangerous. That's why the rest of the survivors were..." He paused, momentarily remembering the look on Michael's face, wincing a little. "He had them locked up in an abandoned prison."

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[info]mouthyasever
2020-03-20 04:24 am UTC (link)
She worked on getting the vest off of him as he talked, tossing it aside as soon as it was off of him. Concerned about the bullet hitting him, she looking for a bruise near the area where it was as attentively listened to him. She found the mark and frowned, running her fingers over it as she looked up at him, eyes wide at what he told her. "Max's worst fear. Those poor people..." She said softly as it all hit her. Those poor people had probably been dissected, experimented on, everything Max had nightmares about happening to him. "How did you get mixed up in all of that?" She asked, her hand flattening over where the bruise was on his chest.

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