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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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Date: 2014-08-20 11:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-20 11:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-20 11:34 pm (UTC)Well, you didn't say her name like she was a lover. What's she to you?
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Date: 2014-08-20 11:42 pm (UTC)A popular figure in entertainment?
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Date: 2014-08-20 11:47 pm (UTC)[gym spam]
Date: 2014-08-20 11:50 pm (UTC)Today is a Bad Day, and she doesn't feel like running. So, she's going to work until she can't stand up, and pray she doesn't break something in the process.
When Duke is spotted, it helps, oddly enough. Seeing Duke is comforting, and makes her feel oddly safe in a world that feels turned on its side. It makes her smile, and want to cry, but instead of either one, she walks over and wordlessly catches the heavy bag he's beating up on, leaning over just enough that her head is visible as she holds the bag a little steadier to take his blows.]
My turn when you're done?
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Date: 2014-08-20 11:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-21 12:14 am (UTC)Lieutenant Hugh Cambridge. USS Voyager.
And you are... the lovable friendly rogue, aren't you? First thing you reach out to is law enforcement, presumably where you come from. So you do have a sense of duty, you're just very good at it, are you?
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Date: 2014-08-21 12:16 am (UTC)[ ...what, he was never one for a dramatic entrance. ]
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Date: 2014-08-21 12:22 am (UTC)That's me. [Although Duke looks a little annoyed about how easily he's guessed it.]
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Date: 2014-08-21 12:23 am (UTC)Where the hell are you?
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Date: 2014-08-21 12:24 am (UTC)[gym spam]
Date: 2014-08-21 12:26 am (UTC)Only if you're hitting that and not me.
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Date: 2014-08-21 12:28 am (UTC)Video
Date: 2014-08-21 12:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-21 12:38 am (UTC)[gym spam]
Date: 2014-08-21 12:39 am (UTC)[She smiles a little and lets the bag go, allowing her gym bag to slide off her shoulder and drop onto the floor. Leaning down, she pulls a roll of tape out of the side pocket and starts taping up her hands...nothing heavy, but she's trying to make sure she works herself to death, not beats herself to death. She just wants to...push herself hard enough that she either can't feel, or feels something other than the weight of her own mortality.]
Still say you could spar with me. [She looks up from where she's winding the tape around one wrist with a small smile that might be a little sad...and a lot full of everything that comes with a day of feeling the crushing guilt of her own demise.]
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Date: 2014-08-21 12:39 am (UTC)I should know that, but I don't. Where are you?
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Date: 2014-08-21 12:39 am (UTC)Video
Date: 2014-08-21 12:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-21 12:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-21 12:48 am (UTC)[gym spam]
Date: 2014-08-21 12:51 am (UTC)[Duke chuckles, standing back to wipe his palms on his sweatpants. He's nothing extraordinary without a dose of Troubled blood, which makes him essentially Hulk out. But whether his Trouble is active or not, he doesn't want to fight Allison.]
I'm not going to spar with you. You could be my little sister.
[Duke catches the look on her face and offers her a small, reassuring smile.] Got a water bottle in there?
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Date: 2014-08-21 12:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-21 12:57 am (UTC)