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hearrrtofgold) wrote2014-08-20 04:21 pm
hearrrtofgold) wrote2014-08-20 04:21 pm
15 ⚓ Video/Spam ⚓ Gather yourselves, with all your heart and strength
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Duke Crocker of the Cape Rouge calling Haven P.D. Anyone out there? [He’s got only small hope that anyone will answer, almost certain that Audrey and Nathan won’t. But still, he’d come through the last time the network glitched (before he showed up on the Barge), as had she. Maybe it could happen again with them, or anyone he was familiar with from back home.
He pauses for a long time, mulling over what he’s about to share, and suddenly blurts it out.] Oprah Winfrey.
[Gym Spam, evening]
[After the last of the messages had trickled in, Duke had shaken himself off and tried to calm himself walking Brownie, fixing himself a very heavy chicken salad for supper, and tried to do some yoga poses. None of the activities had provided him any peace, and he eventually decided to just embrace the discomfort and beat the crap out of something.
So here he is, standing in the gym with knuckles bound in tape and taking out his frustrations on a punching bag. He’s more than competent in street-fighting, not exceptional but still practiced and forceful. He doesn’t even remember his first fistfight, although he’s sure he lost it, and that drives him on.]
Duke Crocker of the Cape Rouge calling Haven P.D. Anyone out there? [He’s got only small hope that anyone will answer, almost certain that Audrey and Nathan won’t. But still, he’d come through the last time the network glitched (before he showed up on the Barge), as had she. Maybe it could happen again with them, or anyone he was familiar with from back home.
He pauses for a long time, mulling over what he’s about to share, and suddenly blurts it out.] Oprah Winfrey.
[Gym Spam, evening]
[After the last of the messages had trickled in, Duke had shaken himself off and tried to calm himself walking Brownie, fixing himself a very heavy chicken salad for supper, and tried to do some yoga poses. None of the activities had provided him any peace, and he eventually decided to just embrace the discomfort and beat the crap out of something.
So here he is, standing in the gym with knuckles bound in tape and taking out his frustrations on a punching bag. He’s more than competent in street-fighting, not exceptional but still practiced and forceful. He doesn’t even remember his first fistfight, although he’s sure he lost it, and that drives him on.]
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So you know the family.
[A beat; this whole day's a bit...odd, outside the usual oddness. He thinks he can make a jump here; makes as much sense as anything else about some of the calls he's gotten.]
You know my daughter.
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[It's a logical leap. As for the oddness? You're telling Duke, Chris.]
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So that's it. You've met. Nothing else.
[No, he doesn't believe that.]
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You're the one being evasive about how well you know my seventeen year old daughter.
[Hey, he's actually being tactful about this. His wife would have been way more blatant about it.]
You've talked about cats and you've drank hot chocolate together. Anything else you want to tell me?
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The fact that he's started to view her as a little sister and taken her shooting? Well, that's none of Chris' business.]
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...okay, he's still overprotective when I come from, but he's a little more willing to reserve judgment once he gets the worst of it out of his system.
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...he just doesn't care a whole lot.
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Sorry, Duke, she's pretty much the only family he's got left. He's kind of keen on keeping her around.]
It's hard to say.
Have you ever heard of a cyclotorna?
[...there's a point, he swears.]
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That said, Duke is the sort of thing parents should maybe know about. Even when his intentions are good, Trouble happens.]
What's that, some sort of paleolithic animal?
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Close. It's a variety of moth native to Australia. As larvae, they hitch a ride on leafhoppers or scale insects, but what they really like are ants. To the point where they actually release pheromones to compel them to bring them home to the nest so they can infiltrate and eat all their young.
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[But that Look is meaningful.]
The idea that sometimes things get confused. Get tricked into accepting the company of something that will only ever make trouble for them.
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[This face? So innocent. He has no idea what you're making a big deal about.]
He seems nice.
[Translation: I don't like him.]
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He's a nice guy, he's looked out for me, and he's not so different from us.
Stop it. That's an order.
[Translation: you may be the dad, but I'm the leader. HEAR ME ROAR.]
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[Dammit Allison. You know he's going to listen but dammit.]
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...and yes, I know about that. Stuff's going to happen...never mind, I know.
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