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:: subject: May N Dax's Room: May: re-entering the Mall
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May shook her head as she slipped out the door to HQ. Man, Macon had really gotten a number done on him. Whoever was in charge of this little game had some real power behind him. Her thoughts shifted to Jordan. She was supposed to find him, but how could she do that without going back to the mall? Of course, she was going to have to go back. It was her home and Dax was there. Macon could swallow his own words. No one told her what to do. Yeah, she would find Jordan and she was almost positive that she would find him back at the Mall.
Glancing down at her watch, she frowned. It had been hours since she left the Mall. Dax would be going out of his mind with worry and she knew it. Not to mention, she had to find Salene and report what she had found out. May slipped through the city, using back alleyways and shortcuts, keeping herself out of sight from any Zappers. Once the Mall came into view, she sighed in relief. At least, no one had seen her get here. Pushing the front door, open she entered the Mall. Nodding to a few scattered Militia, she made her way towards her room. |
4 lies | Tell me you love me |
:: subject: sneaking out
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May glanced around the café once more. She had noticed that Salene left, noting that Dax had said something about Moz. Now would be the perfect time to sneak out and hopefully be back before anyone noticed. With that she slipped out the door and headed towards the exit on this floor. She constantly looked around her to make sure that no one was playing any attention to her. Watching Salene, Dax and Moz go towards Sal’s office, and Jack and Anna, then Jack suddenly running away, she knew no one was paying any attention to her. Slipping out the doors, she moved away from the mall.
She tried to make it not look like she was nervous or acting suspicious, but she wanted to make sure that no one was following her. Keeping a moderate pace, she made her away through the market and towards the nearest Zapper area. Her hands shoved into her pockets, her fingers toyed with the bandana inside. Maybe she could figure out some more about what was going on.. and hopefully get back before the wedding. |
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:: subject: May and Dax's Room: May (ATTN: Dax)
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May slowly opened her eyes, wincing at the daylight for a moment before promptly re-closing them. She pulled the blanket a little tighter around herself, her head pounding, and swore under her breath. She did not remember getting into bed. She did not remember much of anything of the night before, actually, except for pieces of the hen party... Shit, and Zandra.... May's fingers rubbed her temple, experimentally, and, discovering that it hurt like hell, stopped. At some point in the evening, while everyone was running away and behaving like monkeys and doing whatever the hell else they had done, she had, apparently, decided that she was, against all logic, too drunk to be thinking clearly, but not nearly drunk -enough- for things to make any sense. One eye re-opened, groggily, and searched the face of the wall. She remembered, very vaguely, standing there in the office complex, alone, pouring herself more tequila, then a brandy, then a small glass of port, then... there had been more... She grimaced, gingerly; everything else was lost to the bottle, or bottles, as the case may be, and was gone. Surely she had imagined Zandra... The other eye edged open. What time was it? Late, probably; May could hear the noise that inevitably accompanied mornings in a mall inhabited by roughly three dozen teenagers, and it was not pleasant. Damned kids were probably what had woken her up...
May pushed herself into a sitting position, her face scrunching up in distaste as her head throbbed, and it was only then that she noticed the pile of flesh beside her. Her eyes flashed, as best as they could given the circumstances, and her toe poked the man in the ribs. "Dax." How did -he- get here? She poked him again, harder. "Dax!" |
19 lies | Tell me you love me |
:: subject: May:On the Roof
:: mood:  cold
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[OOC:This is a moderator update on May to tie up her loose ends so her next owner doesn't have to jump in blindly and try to fix things. That's all.]
May had left the Mall, intent on going out into the City, but paused in the exit and went up to the roof instead, sitting on a crate and watching the City for a good long while. Hiding wasn't what she'd call it exactly, she just needed alone time, to mull over everything. She'd pulled her feet up onto the crate, pulling her knees to her chest and watching the world in her sightline, the wind whipping her hair, but none of it took her mind off of what had happened. Time passed, and she finally let go of her legs, watching as the sun set, so many thoughts, but she'd finally organized some of them. Playing the Game, for May, had been hell. It wasn't like other kids who'd enjoyed it, who had joined voluntarily and wanted to be there, craved more because they were competitive and needed more, for her it was her salvation, her torture, her life, and without it, she would have been left for dead.
( Flashback Part Of the Episode )
Now here she was, sitting on the roof of that home, Pride was gone, off in the woods with his Eco's where he really belonged, and Salene and Ryan were back together, and May and Dax shared something of a life. Dax, the big lumbering oaf, he was smarter than he gave himself credit for, he'd shown her more tender love and care in a week than Pride had the entire length of their relationship. Until today, that was, and now she didn't know what to think. Words of love shouldn't be tossed around, boys were too quick to throw it at a girl, to get a reaction, because they knew girls liked to hear it, needed to hear it, and they always thought saying it could get them out of hot water, instantly fix things. May scoff laughed, wiping at the tear rolling down her face, it hurt to be lied to, but it hurt most of all to have the word LOVE thrown in her face in a last ditch effort to "fix" his mistakes.
May pushed her hands into the pockets of her jacket to warm them, frowning at the crinkle of paper, pulling it out and smacking her forehead when she remembered, the letter! She'd forgotten all about it after shoving it in her pocket, how could she have forgotten? She was afraid to read it, was it a break up letter? What could Dax have to say in a letter that he couldn't say to her face? The thought was disheartening, and she stared at it for a long time, unwilling to unfold it and read it. Chewing on her bottom lip, she finally gave in, opening it and looked at his neat, slanty print handwriting, touching it with her fingers. Writing, that was such a lost thing these days, even kids who kept diaries and journals seemed to use computer programs, more so now that they had power in the City again. May's eyes instinctively shot up, looking out across the way to the lights lighting up as the sun began to sink lower, naturally wondering how long this power and water thing was going to last. Shaking it off, May let her eyes return to the paper, and she slowly began to read his letter.
( Mushy Dax Letter )
May's face screwed up as the words hit her with an impact, it was as if he knew they would fight, that he had to write down what he felt before he went and screwed it all up. "You idiot," she spat out, a small soundless laugh escaping after it. She sniffled and wiped at the tears on her cheeks, her face screwing up, her eyes closing as the tears flowed, holding onto the letter, afraid the wind would carry it away. When she was able to, she folded the letter and put it back in her pocket, but not before reading and rereading it a few times. He was in love with her, she made him feel again, May didn't think she did anything special in particular in the way of their relationship, she was herself, and she kept his simple naive butt out of hot water, but only because she loved him too, she realized. Was she in love with Dax? Could she call this love? He talked too much, and this thought made her laugh to herself through the tears, it was like closure with Pride had finally happened, and she could feel herself opening up again, letting her vulnerability come back into play. She couldn't easily forgive and forget his accusations, but she understood them now, where he'd been coming from, and why.
May sighed, she wanted to pull the letter from her pocket once more and read it again, to draw the letters from the paper and wrap herself in them, to feel the love and warmth he'd felt when he'd poured it into the paper for her, the raw open emotion, exposing his vulnerable side to her, May closed her eyes. Everything was all messed up now, she understood more now why he'd said to her face what he had, she just wished now he hadn't gotten the chance. It was best if he didn't see her for the rest of the night, this much she was sure of, and for now she'd sit here, on the roof, hoping no one came up, and when it was sufficiently dark enough, sure that the babies were in bed and the party would be underway, she'd head back inside and find this Hen Party. Stiff drinks, stiff drinks, she repeated to herself, over and over, despite her high alcohol tolerance, it would really help relax her right now. |
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:: subject: Leaving Patsy's room
:: mood:  restless
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May watched as the others left. Maybe she should have gone along with them. Maybe it'd have cheered her up. Maybe it would have made her more depressed. Right now there were too many 'maybe's'.
She left Patsy's room, no sense in hanging around in an empty room that wasn't hers and wandered around the upstairs of the Mall. When she looked down the stairs though, she saw Dax. Sweeping. No, she wasn't ready to face that yet. Maybe she'd go out too. It seemed as if it'd be awhile before either dinner or the planned party.
She turned back around, not sure if Dax had seen her or not and went to get her coat from the room and went out the Car Park Exit. She didn't know if she'd be able to stay sober until the party, she wanted to get drunk. Really drunk. And soon. |
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:: subject: Sneaking back into the Mall
:: mood:  irritated
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May slipped in through the front door of the Mall. She had removed her T-Gun and blue bandana several blocks away and shoved them into the pockets of her jacket. Now, all she wanted to do was make it back upstairs to her room without being caught. She needed to clean up from her adventure. Aside from her shoulder and hands she was dirty too. She made it to the hospital and collected a few things, declining any help from the volunteers on duty. She knew how to take care of herself. She didn't need to take their time away from anyone who really needed it. She was reminded she had not worked a shift recently and as she went back out the door tried to figure out when she could fit it in. After weeks there, she had learned to enjoy the time volunteering at the hospital. It gave her something to do, and used some of the skills she had acquired over the years. It wasn't like she was a professional first aider or anything, but she knew how to bandage cuts and bruises and at this point knew where every supply went in the hospital.
Glancing up the stairs she noticed the cafe was still very busy. Wasn't it a little late for them all to still be eating lunch? Questions. If she went up the stairs she'd have to face them and she wasn't in the mood. Or one of them might mention to Dax she was back if they saw him. She wasn't ready to face him yet. She went back out the front door and made her way up to the car park entrance. Perhaps it was a bit extreme of her, but it was just the mood she was in. She went to the showers, peering in first. No-one. So far so good. She took off her jacket and something fell out of the pocket. She glanced down. A silver necklace gleamed at her from on the floor. She slowly bent to pick it up. She had seen it at Market and thought Dax might like it. She turned it this way and that, letting the light catch on the shiny surface. Dax. All day long she had worried she'd run into him or another Mallrat who would tell him they'd seen her wearing a Color. He'd try and stop her if he knew the truth. Or would he? Worse, he might offer to try and help her. He didn't know the Game. He'd get in her way. Or get himself hurt.
She put the necklace back in her pocket and finished undressing, going into the shower and washing off. When she came back out she went to the mirror. She'd made sure the shower was hot to help her sore muscles and it took a little while to wipe the mirror clear enough to look at herself. She stared at her hair with it's pink/fuschia ends. Suddenly it looked too much like how she'd been wearing her hair since she'd returned to the Mall months ago. Free of the Technos - yet not. Wrapped in a towel she angrily glared at her reflection. Even her makeup was reminiscent of when she had been an Outcast. She went over to the seemingly endless hair supplies grabbed a box of dye and set to work. Surprised that no-one had found her yet. When she was done, her long hair that was now brushing well past her shoulders was pitch black with long white streaks in the front. It was quite a dramatic difference. She briefly wondered if she should chop it all off. But she was getting tired now, and just wasn't in the mood. Her shoulder ached. |
12 lies | Tell me you love me |
:: subject: Out in the City
:: mood:  determined
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May had spent half the day with the Zappers before she heard anything that piqued her interest. All they'd done up to that point was wander around the city aimlessly, looking for trouble and telling stories about their adventures in the Game, when there still was a Game. And that was what eventually brought up the talk about the organized arena Game she'd been hearing rumours of. Oh, not everyone was playing it. But it was rumoured to be so similar in set up to the Game you almost couldn't tell you weren't in reality space. But when she asked where they'd heard the news from the answers were always vague. The whole, my friend's, brother's, cousin...kind of thing. Which was odd, because there just weren't that many Zappers. Who had been the first to find out the information. She couldn't track them down, and that made her suspicious. No-one seemed to know who had brought the news.
She stood to the side watching some of them setting up an ambush. Someone had sighted a group of Stingrays heading into Zapper terrritory looking for a fight. And they were all too happy to give it to them. She bit her nails in a bad habit she'd never been able to break when she was thinking in a disturbed and nervous fashion. Could the Arena Game be the clue to it all she was looking for? Who was aranging it? Zappers? Stingrays? Or the third party? If she went tomorrow, maybe she'd find out.
Shouting drew her attention and she looked up. The Stingrays had been dumb enough to come this deep into Zapper territory? She dodged the first shots, bringing her own arm up to shoot off several shots from her TGun in self defense. This was not what she had wanted. She'd managed to avoid it the past 3 days. Instincts from months of training took over and she made a dive/roll to get behind some crates for cover. 7 of them. Was that all? She ducked down behind the crates, listening to the sound of the fight. Unexpectedly someone shoved up against the crates, knocking them over. With a cry she shoved herself backwards, straight into a pile of uneven metal oil barrels left over from who knew when. They fell down over her with a horrible crashing and she threw up her hands to protect her head, curling down towards the base of the pile hoping most would fall harmlessly past her. But she wasn't so lucky. Several grazed the backs of her hands and she could feel the stinging or scraped skin. Another hit her left shoulder hard. She twisted away from it. And then the crashing calmed to a clanging and rolling of metal on concrete.
She looked up slowly. The street was empty. She didn't hear or see any sign of the fight. Cautiously she stood up, bringing her hand to her injured shoulder. It hurt to touch it or move it, and she hissed in pain as she moved out into the street, checking behind several obvious hiding places. No-one. She looked back at the mess the broken crates and dented cans had made. It wasn't impossible to think it had scared them all away. With a grimace she headed up the street. She had what she needed, time to return to the Mall. |
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:: subject: Out the Car Park exit
:: mood: determined
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When she reached the room she picked up her jacket, the T-Guns and blue bandana were there in the pockets. She was surprised Dax hadn't found them yet. Though he wasn't one to go prying. She supposed she should be grateful for that. She decided to go out the Car Park entrance. For now it seemed she would be unobserved that way.
She took the side streets. The whole point was to not be caught, and as a number of the MallRats had not been at breakfast it would not be unheard for them to be out an about in the Market. When she was a fair distance away she pulled out the blue bandana and tied it around her head. Once you were in Zapper territory it'd be stupid not to wear a colour. Now to find them. Things were tense. Everyone was waiting for the next fight to happen. It was only a matter of when. |
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