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Post by Sulley on Jan 3, 2010 21:08:45 GMT -5
Sulley reached out for the cup. She held it away too far...just...an inch. Annoyance brought his brows darkly over his eyes. They narrowed as they looked up at Emby, pinning her with imaginary stakes.
"If you're dehydrated, and I would think you are seeing as you just had a near death experience, drink the water slowly or else you risk more than just bleeding to death. Like hyperventilation, which I can tell you is not fun."
Sulley's eyebrow quirked of its own accord. For some reason he was reminded of his mother. He hadn't seen the hag since he was fifteen. How odd.
"I'm not." He told her shortly, taking the cup. He then hesitated, considering, and for a flash of a second it seemed as if he would grab Emby. Sulley decided better of it and chugged the water once more. This time the empty cup was placed on the bed next to him. He laid back again after that and wondered where Mara was.
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Post by Emby Foster on Jan 3, 2010 21:14:52 GMT -5
Emby could see the annoyance clear as day. At least it wasn't anger. That was definitely a step in the positive direction, even if it didn't look like it. She watched his face expressions, seeing as he didn't often express himself with words. Whether he knew it or not though, he was pretty easy to read if you watched carefully.
"Okay, expert. You're choice," she mumbled, moving away from him as he took the glass. It didn't seem he wanted her help so why should she stand around him, being the annoying fly he already seemed to think she was. She moved back to her wall, falling down against it again, feeling more tired then she did before. "For a leader, you don't say much," she told him, a nonchalant tone used though she was digging for something. |
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Post by Sulley on Jan 5, 2010 21:26:56 GMT -5
Sulley snorted. A hand ventured to the bandages. He couldn't seem to stop from fiddling with the wound.
"Words won't get us out." If they would he would have at least made an effort to use more. In fact, if words could do it, Sulley probably wouldn't be a leader at all. He'd no doubt be a Neutral loner with his own cause. As it was, however...
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Post by Emby Foster on Jan 5, 2010 21:38:33 GMT -5
Emby watched his hand with scrutiny. "Sulley...please stop messing with your stomach. Save me some remaining sanity?" she asked. She let out a small sigh. "I don't have much bed sheet left," she added, looking to her ruined sleeping area. She was upset. She didn't really care about that stupid bed. She only came to her cell for clothes and to be alone usually.
"That's an interesting philosophy. Don't speak when it does nothing for you." She didn't really share that belief, or rather, make us of it. She crossed her legs and fiddled with her fingers in her lap. She opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed it, biting down on her bottom lip, unsure of what to say. Sulley was hard to get into conversation. At least now she knew why. |
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Post by Sulley on Jan 6, 2010 19:25:19 GMT -5
Sometimes, Sulley wished she would. Sure sure, he like her voice, but really. The trap flapped like an unhinged door during a tornado. She didn't even have anything significant or specific to say, and yet somehow she managed to turn the spotlight onto her for a good minute while she first chided Sulley about fiddling with his own body, and then proceeded to complain about a bed which she'd only moment ago disregarded. Additionally, she had the audacity to comment in a patronizing tone about his philosophies!
Of course, not even half of this occurred to Sulley. He dismissed her plea without any intentional gesture, he merely continued fiddling, and didn't think twice about the comment about her bed sheets. He figured he shouldn't be staying here anyway. Maybe he'd have her start staying with him.
Sulley nodded shortly in agreement. It was interesting as well as effective. He could understand if she didn't comprehend...but that wasn't his problem. Making sure Emby knew what she was thinking about was the last thing on his mind. It was her safety that was important.
A thought occurred.
"I don't want you plugging into the Dreamers anymore. Just...be a Rebellion member." Did he already tell her that? She would hear it again. "Don't fake. Stay close to me. That's what I want." He turned his head slowly and a bit eerily, like those dolls from scary movies, and pinned her with his eyes. "Is that what you want?"
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Post by Emby Foster on Jan 6, 2010 19:34:27 GMT -5
Emby is a girl. A teenage girl. Having a purpose to their words would be like putting a purpose to their fantasies. Neither had substance. Well, except on those rare occasions. And she didn't mean to offend Sulley, if he could even be offended. That was the furthest thing from her mind every time she opened her mouth to speak to him.
She pulled her right knee to her chest, resting her cheek on her leg and closing her eyes. It was so silent and it had been so long since she last slept. With Sulley in the room, it didn't feel like anything would go wrong even with his injury. Her breathing grew deeper, until Sulley interrupted the process.
She snapped her head up as he brought up their previous plan. She stared at him in confusion for a moment, not catching all he had said the first time. The confusion, however, only deepened as he restated what he said. She looked back for a moment, before looking to the ceiling. "How much does that really matter?" she answered. She looked back to him though. "I don't- I guess, mind," she half-stammered, thrown off by his unnerving stare. |
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Post by Sulley on Jan 9, 2010 13:22:45 GMT -5
Sulley nodded curtly, sure even before asking her that she would agree. Emby was smart to question his motive. In actuality, it didn't matter what she wanted. Strike that. It did matter, it just wouldn't affect things. Sulley made his plans tie in with everyone else's. Sometimes people were too dense to see how, and in that event, they would suffer in ignorance and he would follow through with what he wanted.
He closed his eyes.
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Post by Emby Foster on Jan 9, 2010 13:47:03 GMT -5
Emby watched him, wanting to ask for the reason for the change but knew he probably wouldn't answer. She watched him, not all to sure as to why. Another wave of sleepiness hit her and the fear of falling asleep passed over her with no affect. Her tired mind slowly reasoned it must be because she felt safe. She had thought that before, right?
She saw his eyes close and smiled to herself. "You tired too?" She said, her voice soft. |
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Post by Sulley on Jan 14, 2010 21:39:03 GMT -5
An odd question.
It made Sulley sit upright abruptly. His eyes darted around the cell block as if he expected something to jump out from behind a shadow at any second. It wasn't until after many seconds and a good looking around that he glared at Emby, narrowing her eyes so that she would know she had deceived him, and then carefully eased himself back onto his back.
Exhaling loudly, Sulley shut his eyes again, implying he'd rather not be disturbed while he rested. |
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Post by Emby Foster on Jan 14, 2010 21:45:22 GMT -5
Emby never knew what to expect from Sulley but this time, he really caught her off guard. Only he could take an innocent comment and think something was wrong. "I didn't mean...I just...Jesus Sulley. I was trying to make conversation. I guess your cranky when your tired." She crossed her arms, a slight adrenaline rush making its way to her veins. She knew speaking back to Sulley was dumb. She just couldn't help herself. She pulled herself into an uncomfortable tight ball and shut her eyes.
She really wanted sleep now. Sulley confused her beyond what she could handle. She huffed and stretched her body out. The floor wasn't very comfortable. She made her way over to her pile of clean clothes, dragging it out from the wall, stretching her body out she rested the upper half on the clothes and rested her head on her arms, willing sleep to come before she said something stupid that would make Sulley overreact. |
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Post by Sulley on Jan 20, 2010 10:05:07 GMT -5
In an attempt to ignore Emby, Sulley shifted his position. He moved so that he was lying correctly on the cot, his long legs hanging over the back, and he turned his body so that it faced the wall.
That didn't last long. When she started moving around he turned, laying on his side so that he faced her instead of the wall. His head rested so close to the edge that his nose stuck out off the bed. Although his body was motionless, his eyes watched Emby, wide and alert, like a creepy doll or something. Of course he was unaware of his creepiness. He just watched her struggle with dirty clothes.
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Post by Emby Foster on Jan 20, 2010 19:47:00 GMT -5
Emby rolled her eyes as Sulley turned away from her. She yawned and put her face in the crook of her arm. It was so uncomfortable. She peeked over her arm to the cot, catching Sulley looking at her.
No way was she going to ask to get on that bed though.
She nestled her face back into her arm. "You know, it's very hard to sleep with you looking at me like that, Sulls," she said tiredly. Her voice was muffled by her clothes. She yawned again and rolled onto her side, looking back at Sulley with much less creepiness.
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Post by Sulley on Jan 22, 2010 23:41:07 GMT -5
Sulley shifted, a bit uncomfortable--he had more than one reason for not sleeping in cell blocks--and kept up the staring parade.
"Deal with it." The man grumbled, although, if you didn't know any better, it might have sounded more like a purr right then. His body wasn't comfortable but his being was. Sulley was capable of relaxing. And when he did, he turned into a big fluffy lion. Well not really. But at times he resembled the animal. Often time, as a matter of fact.
If he'd been anyone else he would have smiled at Emby right then. As it was, his facial expression didn't change a twitch.
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Post by Emby Foster on Jan 27, 2010 21:16:34 GMT -5
Emby smiled. He didn't sound so menacing when he was relaxing. She sat up and pushed her clothes up against the wall, packing them so they made a sort of ramp slash bed. She had no clue what would make her comfortable. She laid down, facing Sulley on her newest makeshift bed. She put one arm behind her head and stared back, reminded of the childish blinking game.
"If you just smiled. Or like, your eyes just crinkled around the edges when you thought something was nice, you'd look a lot better. You look really scary when all you do is stare," she said, hoping to give him some insight and before he could argue, "And yeah, I know. We're stuck in this hell-hole but if what you promised to me is real, we're getting out." Her voice was fierce there, almost like Sulley's. "But there are bright sides to everything. Like...I met this guy named Jacob. He seems to know you...but well, I mean, he knows we're here but he still enjoys spending time with me. You, you don't seem to even enjoy breathing." The comparisons she had been making between the two boys were making themselves known.
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