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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
[Video]
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.]
She's from about the same point - experimenting a little and HI!!! /huge wave back
Hey.
[She gives him a soft smile, just staring for a long moment. Duke had thrown her for a bit of a loop - so much had happened, changed.
She steels herself, not sure if she wants to hear his answer but knows she needs to ask.]
I spoke with Duke... What's, uh... What's the last thing you remember?
[ooc: sorry about that - computer decided I was done way sooner than I really was.]
...Duke I'm so sorry
From this morning? Or--
[ Right, not that at all, Wuornos. But this is still the same man whose mind immediately needed to clarify between dinner and breakfast vis pancakes, so. He's just lucky he's not blushing, because it isn't like he would be able to tell! ]
Right, uh. Doom and horseshoe crabs. It's never somethin' simple anymore.
[ Like it has ever been simple, in Haven.
ooc: No worries! Computers are inconvenient jerks. >C! ]
WHY DID YOU DO THAT
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[And she thought the barn was confusing...]
Somebody feel like filling me in?
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I'm in the past for you guys. And while I'm really not happy about it, I can't know too much.