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[sometime after this post, you might smell some smoke
and also something cooking????? idk what flamingos smell like, ok.

..........also, simultaneously, something is burning. because thorfinn has decided to make a fire in the front yard. it's a little ways from the house, which means it's really fucking visible. so whenever carol decides to come out and check out the smell, she'll find a few birds roasting o'er the fire, already plucked and gutted. (speaking of guts and plucks, careful where you step, there be the remains of dead things on the lawn.)]

why are people calling you captain marvel
Are the police working under code names now?

Hello!

Hello, hello, are you there? It is me, Loki.

I require a couple of things to make my hard-knock life a little bit better.

Are you there? I am here. In this house. I wish to take a ride with the car.

I require shaken milk. Will you get me a large glass of shaken milk? If not I feel compelled to burst out in most sad tears.

Please do not underestimate the sadness of my tears.

They are most sad. I am most sad without shaken milk. Can I have the strawberry flavor? And chocolate cookies as well?

Edited 2013-09-02 11:19 (UTC)

Hello? Hello?

Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello?

I will be waiting with bated breath! I am thirsty too.

whats she told u

[When Carol goes to open her mail, she'll find...

A regain coupon from the sticker event. Where the "fill in your name here" part goes, someone with cute, bubbly handwriting has written "Carol Danvers."]

Edited 2013-09-06 12:46 (UTC)

your name is carol
right
carol what
where did you come from

its gator blood so dont make a big deal

do you know where he is

tell lily im dead
or im gone
it doesnt matter
something

carol heine isnt answering me i dont know why hes not answering me hes not with giovanni either i dont know where he went is he gone hes not gone is he can people leave from here

nevermind he responded to me sorry for bothering you

[the sun is setting again by the time the redhead shows up home, mostly in the interest of a bath. they washed the blood from his face, but his shirt sticks in his armpits, his sling sticks to the back of his neck, and his hair is lank with stress and fever (he smells himself and his sorrows too keenly). a bath first, he thinks numbly, and then a (hopefully, this time) dreamless sleep]

[he rarely uses the front door, and it's the back door that clatters open as he pushes it, walking into the kitchen a bit zombie-like; he hadn't had his black hat, so there's nothing that covers the lengths of bandages around his headwound, the way his eyepatch strangles his hair, the bruises and cuts that dapple his visible skin]

[RING. RING.]

( she can't sleep properly, hasn't been able to sleep properly ever since she arrived—but this is worse, at least last week lily had some semblance of safety, some idea that this place is safe and that heine and giovanni are safe, even though everything hurts ( everything hurts but everything's so wonderful too, and maybe that's how it is - maybe life just hurts, but you have to look on the bright side too, right? just look at the sun ) and it was fine. that, however, shattered—broke completely apart with heine, heine, her one comfort and safety in her world.

before, she'd have fits in her sleep—terrified shrieks, shaking in her bed—but now, sleep isn't anything she can handle anymore. ( the last time she tried, she dreamt of a cold, dark place with warmth in her hands that would squish and twist and contort as she flexed her fingers, this is the feeling of blood and muscle and fat, she knows, the components of a human body, this is not the lungs this is not a vital spot. when the lights turn on, white and bright and fabricated, completely unlike the sun, she can see her there, white labcoat and long trailing hair, and another "kenny" behind her. she can hear giovanni cry and she can feel the world going black, as it always does, but when she opens her ( dream ) eyes again, heine is there—with a gun to her head, pointed directly at her. forget everything, you useless pup, he says in her dream, and she can't stop him from pulling the trigger. when she next opens her eyes in dreamland, she's living a world without heine - and it's not safe, the shadows twist up and wrap around her and pierce through her soul and giovanni is still crying but heine isn't there to help, heine isn't there to solve everything— )

she doesn't try to sleep anymore. it makes her so tired, so lethargic, but she fights to stay awake anyway—she can't go to carol about this, and badou, she's already given enough trouble ( more than she knows, really ) and so the best way to deal with her problems is to sit underneath the dining table, the light on ( not the kitchen light, that's bright and white and awful, the light in this room is just dim and yellow enough that she can pretend it's the sun, even if it's not ) with her knees pulled up and her head down on them, fingers clasped together behind her head as she tries, tries not to sleep. the pressure of pain will keep her from sleeping. will keep her from her nightmares.

but it does no good to protect her night terror, the sheer fear of being alone and having no heine at her side, and when she's trying not to sleep anymore, it's hard not to do anything but think. and when she thinks, she remembers heine, heine, heine, and it's impossible for her to keep herself from crying. sobbing quietly is a next-to-impossible task, and she certainly doesn't have the will to do so.

tl;dr there's a tiny girl sobbing under your dinner table at an ungodly hour, what do you do. )

how do u know if a chick is fucking w/ u i dont get the games shit is this 1 of those

is there a
replacement consoles

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