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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 12, 2015 11:45:18 GMT -5
--- At this moment Cereza would watch him yet not. Despite her words she wasn't herself at the present. All that liquor she downed rapidly had gotten to her. The only reason it did any 'damage' was because of what she had prior to coming. If Saul had known it he wouldn't have allowed this to occur. Or at best watch her so much more carefully before it started to cause an effect. See when Cereza surpassed that threshold she really wasn't a happy person for too long. Those darker parts of one self always seemed to rear their heads. For her it was about the darker parts of her story. Things she revealed to no one not even that tiny circle of people she actually used the word 'friend' with and meant it. Deep inner thoughts and feelings she normally always kept lock away behind a strong veil. Only in the absence of her control had the locks and barriers ever broken only to be reinforced once again. If she had any smirk or smile on her face it had long been erased while she stood there. Her eyes had trailed off long before his as she glanced at the crowd behind before finding a spot on the ground to focus on. The din was just a mass of echoed mumbling slowly being drowned out to the thoughts that began to swirl in her head.
--- Not necessarily just thoughts but memories. So deep rooted there was no chance of them ever being forgotten. All she could ever do was push it away. Ignore it more and more. But was that really helping or was that aiding in the problem when they did surface? The harder she pushed them and kept them down the more established they became. The more the dark seeds sowed within her body. The cogs were unwinding lifting the locks without her permission. For a moment she completely lost where she even was as his voice broke through it. If she was her normal self she would've picked up on his hesitation and playfully questioned it. She would've toyed with the words he now said and played to the crowd. Yet she didn't. All that she was before seemed to have left her being and replaced itself. When he glanced at Saul and shrugged, Saul only responded in kind with the same. Saul didn't really care nor was he curious to ask and he would go about his business again. The patrons groaned again and muttered before returning to their partying ways. It was a slow process but her gaze returned to him with a unexpected somber expression. She was truly not in control at this point, maybe a little she retained but it wouldn't be enough to merely hide away.
--- She wasn't sad or upset or even annoyed at his choice. This had nothing to do with him. On the outside it may seem like it considering his decision and her sudden change but that's because one couldn't read past that unless they knew her. So people had to take what was on the surface. Her eyes followed him pouring the drink and then watched his hand place it back down. The silence that came from the once vibrant girl was deafening. She turned so her side faced 'Jesse' and the other faced the bar. Her left still held her hat while her right now had a hold of the bottle they had been drinking from. No she wasn't pouring a shot she was going to take the bottle. Saul had been looking over and able to see her face knew something was off though as he came near she spoke up in an even soft tone. While Saul held a small hint of concern in his voice.
"Who's on the cards tonight?"
"What's wrong?"
"Who's on the cards tonight, Saul?"
"It's not happening with you like this."
"You can't st-"
"I can at least from that."
--- Saul would lean into her and try to speak as low as possible.
"You're out of it and I know it. You know you know it. You're not doing this tonight. It won't be-"
--- Cereza just grabbed the bottle and was about to turn around when Saul grabbed her wrist.
"Nov."
"Either I take it or I find another, it really doesn't matter to me Saul."
"Nova why don't you just go lay in the back."
--- The exchange probably would seem odd to 'Jesse' but plus side he got a name. It wasn't her first name but it wasn't truly a nickname either despite it sounding like one. She would ignore Saul's request pulling her wrist from his grasp and knew damn well he better let go especially when she was like that. She held the bottle and turned towards her seemingly departing company whilst placing her white fedora back on her head. Finally she would address him managing even with her somber eyes a faint smile. Meanwhile Saul shook his head wanting to do something but he was always lost when he saw this happen. Not that it was often at all but still.
"Don't apologize."
--- Those words were followed by her left hand touching his cheek with a gentle rub of her thumb against it. She would lean and place a kiss on his other cheek again and let her hand slip off.
"Thanks."
--- Was all the words she mustered up after the kiss on the cheek before attempting to slip passed him taking a sip of that bottle. She didn't look at him this time while speaking again.
"Leave it with Saul I'll come back for it."
--- Meaning she was asking for his name and number. The girl from before would've gave it to him just cause. The girl right now her world was no longer shades of grey as the darkness swirled in. Had she managed to get passed him without being stopped at the time she would get lightly bumped by a patron who would say 'sorry' but received no response from her. She would only slightly falter in step from it before regaining and continuing to the door taking another swig. Bare in mind she was leaving both her jackets behind and shirt, so she was about to go into the cold with a tank on. Meanwhile Saul spoke up technically to 'Jesse' yet not really.
"She's so fucking stubborn."
--- Her mind was spinning. Memories flooding in. Anger slowly building and as she looked up a pair of guys happened to walk in and it gave her great pause. Her steps slowed and only came to a halting stop when a particular individual showed not merely a few seconds behind them. Oh how her body froze instantly. Her heart suddenly pounding in her chest like it never had before. A voice played in her head but sounded like it was in her ear as she swore with that low chuckle; could feel the breath on her neck.
===='It'll never feel the same, I promise'====
--- That was the tip of the iceberg that had entered of what entered her mind. She wanted to move but felt like she was literally shackled to the ground. Her slightly tanned skinned seemed almost pale. If she was in control this probably would've been so differently but she was exposed and that was her fault. In truth without looking at her face it was hard to tell what was going on. She could've just been pausing cause the buzz made the room spin and she needed a moment.
~Move. Need to move~
--- Her will power was on low fuel currently but after those few quick seconds that honestly seemed like minutes if not hours she tried for that door hoping to slip passed without notice. In her fogged mind she neglected the back ways. She wouldn't be successful as the individual that had walked in after the first pair caught sight of that white hat and of her. Just as she got to the threshold his hand would reach out touching her stomach and side. Frozen. Slowly she would turn towards him but only because his movement into her forced it, and forced her back against the wood. His body not really pressing against her yet but close enough. Could the whole scenario be seen from the start? It was questionable considering how many people were bristling about and if one had the right angle. It's very possible that it could've looked more like his decline was just merely picked up by this pretty boy. That she just easily moved on. After all she did come off to be that type of girl from the start no?
"Must be my lucky night running into you. It's been so long since you vanished. How's it been?"
--- What an asshole he was. He might not have really looked like one but he was. And he was a mistake from her past. No response would be provided minus her glancing away.
"Missed me that much that you're at a lost for words?"
"Hardly."
--- She finally managed a frown and a growl to her voice but she was still a bit frozen in place. Still drunk in her haunting memories. The anger was building but there was something else there she just didn't want to admit to out loud or even silently to herself. And that... that was the fear.
"Oh she speaks. Look at that frown. I liked it better when your face was twisted for other reasons."
--- The hand that was resting on her side hand slid to rest on her the front of her thigh. See the thing about the scene was she didn't exactly seem so resistant. The other two stupidly hadn't noticed their 'boss' at first till now and smiled. Making a few comments of their own but they would stand back for now. Cereza's body twitched at where his hand currently was while her left hand gripped on the neck of the bottle. Why hadn't she used it yet? She froze. He moved to the side of her face speaking in her ear before planting a kiss a peck or two against her neck while his thumb rubbed slightly on her inner thigh. Her eyes had closed to it but not for reasons anyone would expect. It wasn't enjoyment on her end no matter what it seemed. Seriously the scene really didn't look good. Again the reasoning was because of the light in painted her in. No resistance and just left another dude to run into one more. Great. Just great. Well that's what happens when you paint a picture right?
"And of course when your voice echoed the room. I miss it and you know you do too."
--- Cereza was much more feistier, more fiery to just let someone take advantage of her like that no? Wasn't that also a vibe she gave off just a little? She was a spitfire to say the least. Was being the keyword. Something changed.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 12, 2015 13:50:02 GMT -5
Austin gave himself a little sigh after Cereza kissed his cheek, telling him not to apologize. It seemed the mood had changed for both of them. And after a short little dispute Ms. 'Nova' had turned to take her leave after telling Austin to leave his number with Saul. He would ask for a piece of paper and a pen, writing down his first name and leaving his number, all the while speaking to Saul's comment.
"Women.. When they put their minds to somethin.."
He would give the bartender a little chuckle after he spoke, scratching at his head before sliding the paper toward Saul. He would give the man a nod and the a two-fingered salute before turning to make toward the exit. However half way through he noticed Cereza's jackets. He would grab at them, and make for the door in hopes to catch her before she left.
The young outlaw soon realized that she hadn't made it out the door. Austin had not seen the whole situation transpire, all he saw now was 'Snow White' against the wall, and some other guy pressed up real close to her. She didn't seem to be resisting, but Austin couldn't help but feel like something wasn't right about the situation. She may not have resisted, but she didn't exactly seem thrilled either.
Austin's next action might easily have been considered rash, maybe even a little uncalled for. But the male had issues of his own. Experiences of the past, similar to this very moment. Austin's blood began to boil at the sight. He was a scum-bag himself, but he never stooped so low as to force himself on a girl. And who knew? Maybe there was a hint of jealously in his actions as well.
His right hand dipped into that heavy jacket of his, underneath the vest hidden below. There would little sound as the outlaw's hand grasped the handle of his 9mm and pulled it out swiftly, as if it had a mind of it's own. The cold steel tip of the barrel would be thrust against the male inviting himself onto Cereza, right to his temple.
"You two.. Move an inch and you'll be picking his fucker's brains out of your hair..
Those hazel eyes had taken a different tone now. It did not help that he was intoxicated, it would only serve to fuel the fire more. Those eyes though, held the look of someone who had killed before. Someone that was willing to do it again if he needed to. Those eyes would stay upon the male he held at gun point, however his left hand would shift toward Cereza, holding her jackets.
"Mister touchy here.. He a problem, Nova?
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 12, 2015 16:02:27 GMT -5
--- Saul had obliged with a heavy heart. He cared a lot about her and new she would just get herself into some trouble. She was Ms. Trouble after all. Saul took the paper without really acknowledging Austin's salute. Saul didn't mean to be rude in that instance but he was annoyed with her so much. Meanwhile the man before her moved his face from her neck to front of her, allowing the tip of his forehead to touch hers. Her voice spoke through a heavy breath while her heart slightly raced.
"Get off me West."
"Now I know you don't want that."
--- It really did suck when the body responded how one would wish it not to. The mind is far away unwilling and not consenting while the body cannot help it's natural response to stimulation. She tried to keep her poker face. Tried not to let it really show that he made a mark on her. West was smart and he knew he did. No matter how she acted afterwards, going about her life like everything was fine. He knew he something on her. His hand by now was directly between her leg, holding against her inner thigh. Again she twitched at his placement as his eyes glared into hers. Her face was blank for the most part minus the occasional eye squint but still so stuck in place. Now she felt shackled to the wall and the ground. His fingers rubbed a little on the thigh as if he was trying to trace something that was underneath.
~Move~
--- She tried to will herself again at least able to switch the way she held the neck for a more better positioning should she use it. If her mind wasn't so lost in the memories flashing in her brain she would've swung long ago. But those flashbacks is what was keeping her there. She really shouldn't have agreed to that contest knowing the amount she had before. Maybe she should've put her pride away and let him win. Wager another day. But it thought she needed it. Needed to unwind a little. She was suppose to watch herself and she didn't because she was overly enjoying herself. Maybe she wanted to drown tonight instead of just merely taking a dip.
"A kiss for old time sake?"
--- West would lean in and just as his lips grazed hers he would feel cold steel against his temple. The other two, Roran the man with the black hair and Tate the blonde hadn't even seen the guy show up. They weren't paying attention to his approach that's why. Normally they were good with their reflexes and almost got their own pieces out but were late. West wouldn't move back from her just yet speaking with his lips still grazing hers. A smirk on her lips. However Cereza's eyes almost devoid of any emotion would trail slowly to 'Jesse'. That was highly unexpected in her eyes. She didn't ask for his help. And somehow that notion in it's own annoyed her? Could she not just be grateful that he came to her aid? That was a story in itself. We'll come back to that in due time.
"Well now got yourself a bodyguard, Nova? How'd you con this one hm? Assuming you're fucking her, she's that good to fight over huh? Naw even better cause you're willing to kill over her. Have your talents grown even more impressive Dove?"
--- West didn't seemed fazed. Once he started addressing her 'savior' is when he stood up a bit straighter removing his hand from her thigh. Slowly of course. West sure found a way to embarrass the girl had she cared about it. Well maybe with her current course of feeling maybe it did, but all that just turned into frustration naturally. Seemed like she tried not to ever allow it to be what it was intended. But was West's confidence backed by something? How could a man with a barrel of a gun pointed at him exude such strong confidence that nothing was going to happen? Because he did have a backup and it took Cereza a moment to catch on. When West spoke she looked at him before looking away till her eyes widened just slightly in realization. Her heart really dropped thinking about it. Earlier was a lie, now her heart was truly about to bounce out of her chest.
~There was four. Not three. Four.......You'll never know he's there. He'll catch you unaware. They'll never be a sound until your body hits the ground.~
--- A stupid poem instilled within her; if not granting a hint of fear; the beginning however was her just recalling that one was missing. Maverick. He was the one that needed to be watched out of all them. But you can't watch what you don't know is there. He was masterful in what he did and that was alone scary enough. Cereza comprehending this left such a dilemma in the girl. She didn't know this guy. She couldn't really care what would happen if something did happen to him. He was literally a nobody someone she met that night and remained in company cause she wanted to be entertained. What was he to her? He made a choice to come over and place himself in harms way. Should he not be prepared to deal with the consequences of that action? She didn't make him do it. She didn't ask him to do it. Yet had she been thinking like the Cereza before all the drinks she would chalk this up as a 'you owe me' if she saved his life. That would be the opportunist speaking and taking charge. Everything took place within a matter of a min from the time West was speaking to the time she was thinking. West was stalling naturally. She actually struggled with this and soon found herself looking at 'Jesse'. Her liquored up head tossing back in forth between save. Don't save. Save. Don't save. You'll regret it more than likely for some reason. Whatever kicked in and she found herself grabbing 'Jesse' by his jacket and yanking him towards herself she had been dropped the bottle. The quick movement would cause her to stumble if not spin a little which would find him against the wall and her in front. Somehow in the twisting she ended up with her back against him instead. Funny it almost seemed like she was protecting considering her left hand was positioned behind her against his hip. How did that get turned around?
--- When she grabbed him it was just in time as Maverick was striking from the shadow off to the side in a stabbing motion. The knife definitely caught his jacket and from where the cut was it was a killing move. Right for under the ribs. West naturally had moved out the way.
"Oh boo. You remembered me Cereza. I'm honored. How could you forget considering?"
"Haha I didn't expect that from you.. Here I thought you were just gonna let him die. Aww feeling some regret suddenly about something?"
--- West was laying it on rather thick. He was trying to put out so much concerning her. What a dick. She said nothing as she leaned off 'Jesse' and stood as tall as she could conjure. What the fuck was this night all about now? This is something drink inducing. Wait no she's had enough. She couldn't before but she found someway to put her fist up despite her heart not wanting to relax. Roran and Tate had pulled their guns at this moment but these men forgot where they were. A ruckus heard by now caught many attention including Saul would already found his way over shotgun in hand. Wasn't that so typical? He didn't point it just held it at his side.
"What's this bullshit going down in my bar? I don't like bloodstains on my floor it's hard to get rid of but sometimes we gotta do what's necessary. Considering it's Christmas, the lords holiday and all, I'm feeling a little forgiving in letting you fucks leave peaceful. You know peace and joy and all. Don't and well... Need I say anything?"
--- Saul would motion with his head behind him to the patrons that would stand with him. West and Maverick smirked. Maverick putting his knife away and playfully throwing his hands up and then into his pockets as he strolled passed the pair, eyeing Cereza with a wink. Roran and Tate walked by with only a glare. But West had words before he left.
"Have fun with her. Piece of advise? She likes it really rough. You'll make her sing if you do. I'll see you soon my dove trust me. Remember what I told you."
"Fuck you."
--- Her voice was low and still full of air. If 'Jesse' didn't hold her back she'd finally let right fist fly in a straight punch to West's face. Sadly some people were really powerful in drunken rages, Cereza right now not so much. Easily West caught it and just pushed it back a little, giving both of them a wink. Cereza's back would land on 'Jesse' if he hadn't moved. With that they would be gone. Saul ushered everyone else to go about their business.
"Nov you alright? The fuck was that?"
--- Her head was low and her hair covered most of her face at this point. With no answer Saul knew she was upset. He never could think of another emotion for her in those times. Saul looked up at Austin who probably still had that look in his eyes and if he did Saul would say the following.
"I have a room in the back. Go cool off away from all this."
--- Saul would lead if Austin would follow which would mean dragging Cereza along because she probably wasn't moving without a little aid.. But Saul only made this notion because he didn't think it was wise for either of them to go like that. Especially not right now. They would be safe at The Veil. If they went to the room Saul would leave them, but point to the mini fridge informing there was some water in there and some bits of food. The room was big enough to be considered a one bedroom apartment except everything was in one place minus the bathroom. And well the kitchen was in the bar elsewhere so no need for that. If Austin hadn't agreed then they would be still standing in the entrance way with Cereza leaning against him. However if they did make it to the room it would be a moment before her voice was heard in a low tone.
"You good?"
--- A whisper. A tone that was undetectable what was behind it. Somber? Anger? Concern? In truth she shouldn't be the one asking.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 14, 2015 11:29:15 GMT -5
"Kill for her? I think you get the wrong picture here.. Maybe I just thoroughly enjoy the sight of an asshole's head blown clean off, mother fucker..
Still those eyes stared, as if he was determined to do it. Austin had a gun to his head and he still had the balls to talk shit. Maybe he was feeling secure because of the witnesses around. But Austin cared little about prying eyes. His trigger finger was getting itchy. Had he not been drinking, he probably wouldn't have even pulled it out in the first place.
It was a good thing Cereza had been paying more attention, because Austin would indeed have felt that cold steel bite. But the girl would grab him, yanking him from his current position and pulling him to the wall, her own body acting as a shield. The fourth came into view for Austin now, a knife in his hand. Austin's gun now pointed toward him, buy swaying back and fourth toward the others. However they soon removed their own. The situation was not looking to bright.
However it was Saul that would approach, with his shotgun, speaking to defuse the situation that was unfolding. Austin listened to the man, even though his weapon lowered, it was going slowly. This guy had been a real piece of work and he really wanted to hurt him for everything he had said. Including the last of it, which Cereza had struck out for. Austin's left arm would have wrapped around her waist in attempt to keep her in place if she went after him again.
It seemed they would take their leave though. Austin's glare followed them as they left the bar. Saul would ask what happened. Knuckles would give a frustrated sigh and that was it before holstering the pistol where it had initially been. Saul's invite sounded good, it was a smarter decision to make. With a slight nod, he would agree. Following the toward the room.
Once inside, those hazel hues inspected the room. It seemed cozy, at the very least a place he could hang in for a bit and let himself simmer down. Of course, he didn't even realize he had begun to pace slightly. Deep in angry thoughts, other visions were coming back to him. Flashbacks from the night he had put a bullet between his mother's eyes. He was so close to repeating that mistake again tonight.
You good?
"Fine. You?"
Cereza's words had snapped Austin back into the present, those hazel hues sweeping toward the girl. It seemed the look in his eyes was starting to fade, at least a little. But he was still upset, whether he let on about it or not. Cereza had probably taken the worst of it though. She was completely disrespected and humiliated in front of him and anyone in the vicinity.
"Who the hell was that douche-bag?"
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 14, 2015 13:37:29 GMT -5
--- There was a thick fog in the room. A massive cloud of unwanted memories circulating wildly but vividly. Anyone else would probably curl in a corner allowing a fountain of water to pour from their eyes. Not Cereza. Not that she never shed a tear at some point but for her everything translated into anger. She had a temper hidden deep under her veil. A temper if left unchecked, left uncontrolled would be nothing more than a tempest unleashed. This tempest came from things she buried away. Maybe it was her cooping mechanism to just stash it away rather than deal with it head on. It was never a good thing to run away but ran she did. For a long time at that, showing no signs of stopping. But the barriers had been trickling down. Cracking, bending but not fully broken. She hadn't even realized where she was standing or how she got there. It didn't really matter at that point. Her hat was no longer on her head but on the dresser top along with her white knuckle gloves beside it.
--- Hands held the lip of the dresser with her frame a little away so that she was a little bent over with her head low. Hair mostly at her sides if not a little in her face, leaving some room on her upper back to show a little of her tattoo like earlier. She didn't notice his pacing or even recognized when they had parted from each other when they entered the room. Everything was silent yet so loud. Who knew silence could be so deafening. Of all days. Of all nights why did they have to show now? Show at her most vulnerable. She only had herself to blame for even being remotely susceptible to it. But the scars on her body suddenly burned a little. Bled if possible. Maverick was the one to thank for them. She looked up for a moment finding herself looking into a mirror not only at herself but at 'Jesse' behind her. On the normal circumstances she had no problem looking at her reflection but tonight, right now, she didn't want to. As quick as she looked up was as quick as her eyes cast down. She gripped at the wood almost wanting to dig her short nails into it.
--- Her quick breathing had been slowly subsiding but the anger not so much. Yes she was disrespected, even humiliated but in that was also seeming some light shed on a thing or two. Then there was the fact he came and protected her. Why? Without being drunk she would've chalked it up as a chivalry thing. A guy thing just feeling the need to protect the damsel and she would've certainly used it and played it up. But drunk her couldn't fathom it. Didn't want to. Biggest thing she didn't like to feel helpless. Didn't want to actually feel like the damsel in distress. She didn't believe in asking others for help. It was more than what was on the surface. West made a comment about being surprised she saved him, stating he was sure she would've let him die. That maybe she was regretting something. Maybe. Maybe in her state where the memories flooded it brought upon such a notion. This wasn't his fault and he shouldn't take her following personally but he didn't know anything.
"What was that?"
--- She'd pause before pulling the energy to turn herself around. Her chest was still bouncing a little with each passing breath. She was trying to calm herself but the levees were breaking. That and West had stimulated her body a little against her will but she wasn't going to act on that, no. Grey hues stared at with a hint of anger it may seem. It was hard to tell who it was really directed to. Anger at him. Anger at herself. Anger at them. The situation. Her voice a little full of air so everything came out a bit lower than it probably normally would've.
"What the fuck was that? Why did you do that?"
--- Was she somehow defending them? No of course not. It was clearly something else. He put her in a situation. A dilemma he didn't know that he had. Again it wasn't his fault and he didn't have to do anything. If he mentioned it he was within his right to protest it. She was questioning him protecting her instead of just being grateful about it. Everything was so a blur she hadn't even realized when she walked up to him and was standing a few inches from him. Staring into his eyes. It was confusing it really was. Thing was they were too rather upset people right now.
"Why - who asked you?"
--- There could've been concern in her voice tangled in with that anger. Confusion. Lost. Who could tell. She wasn't exactly making sense. She should've been thanking him. What was it really? What was this sudden burst really about? She really wanted to ask 'why would you care' but for right now those words just didn't come.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 14, 2015 17:57:30 GMT -5
Cereza's words rang in his ears, echoing as if they didn't want to leave his head. Austin still wasn't one-hundred percent sure on why he acted the way he did. While he was young, he had seen a lot growing up in the lifestyle he called his own. Battered or raped women was something of a weak spot to him. It didn't matter to him who it was, he saw something unfolding and didn't take a chance on letting it slide.
The other part of him helped because he had at least enjoyed the little time they had spent together. She may not be his girlfriend, but she wasn't a complete stranger. He could not simply have watched as whatever happened. It seemed strange that she got upset though. Like he had done something wrong, instead of something helpful.
"Don't talk to me like that. I was trying to help your ass. Next time I'll let him do what he wants!"
The words might have come out a little harsher than he originally intended. Austin was still upset himself though and when someone spoke with that kind of intensity in their words, directed at him, Austin could only react the same way. His knuckles would turn white as he fought back his own emotions. Turning, he would walk toward the wall and rest his hands upon it, leaning his weight on his hands. His tone would lighten as he spoke again.
"I know you didn't ask for help, damn it.. But I couldn't just watch him do that. I may be an asshole, but I'm not so fucking ruthless as to watch some tool force himself on anyone."
Austin's head would drop, that once slicked back hair beginning to lose it's hold, falling down over his own face. He had almost lost it again, killed again. If Saul hadn't approached when he did, Austin would probably be dead. But not without taking a life or two of his own. Turning back toward Cereza, he would lean against the wall and slide down it, resting on his behind, elbows on his knees.
"You wanna be pissed, go-a-fucking-head. I don't care."
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 14, 2015 23:26:57 GMT -5
--- Complicated should've been her middle name. Everything about her was so hard to truly understand. Even those that were actually close enough to her couldn't really comprehend her. She didn't share everything with them despite they were truly considered 'friends'. Right now was one of those things they knew nothing about. What happened to her was her secret; her burden alone. It didn't have to be. She didn't have to bare that cross on her own but she did. She never spoke about it to anyone. The way she lived her life was like nothing has ever happened. Ever. He barked back at her in kind and who could really blame him? He was right. A hundred percent right. His words were harsh but she asked for them. The alcohol was swimming in her system drowning her. If it literally had hands it would be gripping at her chest, clawing at her brain. Ripping at her being to battle against her battling it. He wasn't the only one trying to fight back their emotions. Right after his words she let her tongue slip out of anger.
"You wouldn't be the fucking first!"
--- Her voice had finally raised beyond a whisper at that moment. He moved away from her and again she didn't know how she ended up from one place to another. She never felt herself truly move because her mind was running a mile a second. Her body just shifted somewhere by itself. Again she was in front of the dresser pressing her hands against the lip of it again allowing it to bear her weight. Cereza heard him but not all the same. Her emotions were running high. Feelings. Memories. The vivid nature was the worst part. Old physical wounds felt like they were being freshly cut again. Burning. Bleeding. The breaths. The heat. The touch. The blood. The essence of death. Everything. Her tone had barely let up.
"Exactly! Why the fuck should you care? Didn't you hear him?"
--- But it bothered her. It bothered her so much. Could he see that? But why? What was this all about? Why did it frustrate, no anger her so much that he cared? It was something deeper and she was certainly telegraphing it. There were hints in her words as well as what West previous said about her regret. Cereza looked up to that mirror again and it stared back. It seemed like it gazed hard into her very being, but was it the mirror? Of course not it was herself. The mirror itself seemed to ripple like water fading into some imagery. Something she didn't want to see. She exhaled sharply for a moment before out of pure rage she unleashed her right fist straight into the mirror. It cracked if not shattered in big shards. There was some torque behind that blow. She knew how to throw a proper punch. With no protection on her hand it cut and it stung. Now her hand was bleeding still embedded into where she punched as her head hung low, again her hair covering her face.
"How dare you put me in that fucking situation..again?! Leave me with that damn choice!"
--- Oddly her voice was a little shaky but she wasn't going to cry. There were no tears in her eyes if one ever got to look in them. There was still intensity in her voice but her tone was low. Situation again? It was as if she was talking to him, but not, but was. What choice was she talking about? Maybe it was the one where she saved his life. Maybe he forgot about that little tidbit. It wasn't about her paying attention. She never saw Maverick she just knew he was there, somewhere. She made a choice to grab him out of harms way instead of like West implied 'letting him die'. She faced a similar choice once before and maybe in her current state there was a hint of regret. No not for saving him, for something else. If he looked was looking at her at all he would find her form trembling. She didn't want to show him this. Show anyone this. No one deserved to see it. But it was too late at this point. None of this was his fault. If Saul was around he would've told him try not to take it personal. But how could someone not considering? She needed something right now and that was apparent. Leaving her alone might've sounded ideal but with her anger and breaking mirrors was it really a good decision to abandon her?
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 15, 2015 0:05:16 GMT -5
"What the hell are you talking about?! I never put you in this situation before.. And who gives a shit what that scum-bag says.. I did what I felt I needed to do!"
Austin hadn't looked up, his eyes buried in the palms of his hands as those elbows still rested on his knees. It was clear to him 'Snow White' was upset. At least from what he had heard in her voice. And those ears heard the sound of something cracking splintering. His hazel hues came out of hiding to witness the girl trembling near the dresser, hand embedded into the mirror.
Damn, Austin.. Watch what you say.. She's clearly up-fucking-set.
He could see the blood dripping slowly. Austin couldn't help but feel he kind of pushed her into doing that. Standing up, Austin would look to find anything he could in terms of a first aid kit. He wasn't a doctor or a medic, but he had learned the finer points of dressing wounds as he grew up.
He would begin pulling at drawers or looking through the cabinets, low and high until he managed to find either a first-aid kit, or a towel to at least wrap it temporarily. Eventually he would make it to the bathroom, finding the kit inside.
After grabbing the first-aid kit, Austin would move back out toward Cereza, approaching her slowly from behind. Those Hazel hues curiously sliding up her frame, gazing at the dream catcher tattoo on her back, before his left hand would reach out and touch at her side. He would try to pull her gently away from her position, back across the room to the bed so that she could sit. That is if she even let him.
"..Why don't you sit? Lemme wrap that hand, Cereza."
Yeah, he said her real name. After all, Mark had revealed it during their exchange of words. He didn't feel the need to pretend not to know. It was past those playful little games now. The tone was much more serious. Austin was still angry himself, but he was trying to keep it together. He had to keep his mind off his mother in some way.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 15, 2015 0:50:41 GMT -5
--- Usually she was the one leading people down the rabbit hole, but tonight she seemed to be chasing one herself. Falling deeper and deeper down with very little signs of being able to climb out. At least not for right now. Of course he wouldn't know what she was talking about she wasn't exactly making perfect sense. She wasn't being completely forthcoming. Maybe she wanted to tell. Maybe she wanted someone to finally hear. Wishful thinking because she really didn't want anyone to. Was she ashamed? Was it a pride issue? Was she afraid? Doubtful she even knew why she hadn't just opened up about the past. She wasn't a woman one would get many answers from. Truthful or straight. His rummaging through the draws and so forth fell on deaf ears. She was trapped in her world. When he approached her she wouldn't notice initially despite the touch to her body caused a momentarily stiffness. As he gently pulled her away her body just went with the flow. She was almost completely mentally checked out.
--- With his guidance and gravity she sat on the bed with the least amount of resistance surprisingly. She really didn't catch that he learned her name, she still didn't have his but none of that mattered really did it. If he was going to treat her hand he would need to take out a few small piece of glass that got caught in her skin. She probably would be wincing right now if she wasn't so distant.
"Wh-why did you have to make me make that choice?"
--- There she went again about that choice thing. Her voice was low again. Softer even. Her eyes cast down to the ground despite him kneeling in front of her. Her hair was shading her pretty features. She felt so damn exposed. She might as well have been naked in front of him. Actually she probably would've preferred that exposure over this.
"You should be dead."
--- It wasn't just Saul he really needed to thank, it was her. She initially saved his life. She had spoken even lower like a mumble. If he wasn't so close he probably wouldn't have heard her at all. He should've been dead because of his choice, but because of the one she made he lived. She saved him too tonight. What was going on in that pretty little head of hers? What had West meant about her holding regret? Something was seeping through and she didn't seem to be able to stop it. Head spinning. Chest hurting. Stomach in knots and her body a bit sensitive. Though she didn't mean for it to sound like it did. It was possible that it came off as a regretful decision. She was batting a thousand in making sense wasn't she. If he could just see her for once. Look at her. Look at her eyes if her head ever lifted maybe just maybe he could attempt to find some kind of understanding. Maybe he would be able to see something, who knows. She was a girl shrouded in mystery wasn't that made clear so far?
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 15, 2015 1:19:08 GMT -5
"Hey.. Try not to think about it. I should have been dead at least six or seven times by now.. I'm like a cat. I got a whole lotta lives.."
Maybe he was trying to lighten the mood or maybe Austin was trying to ignore the fact that he almost died. The young outlaw really didn't care much about living or dying. Either way was fine with him. It was part of why he walked the line the way he did. Fear nothing, Life free. He wasn't trying to sound ungrateful. He just didn't feel the need to thank her for it.
"Did you want to see him kill me or something? I guess you did the right thing.. I don't understand why you're so damn upset."
His own frustration and memories rattled about in his head. He didn't realize how insensitive that sounded until after he had said it. He would swear at himself under his breath as he carefully took her hand and began to pull out slivers of glass that had dug themselves into her hand. He would put sound anti-bacterial ointment on it, before he began to slowly wrap her hand.
Those hazel hues would stare toward the girl through her hair. It was clear she was broken up. Something was tearing her up inside. Austin knew this because he had something similar going on inside. Guilt was a killer. It had a way of eating at someone's mind, body and soul.
"I-I didn't mean it that way.. Sorry."
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 15, 2015 18:56:30 GMT -5
--- One thing Cereza wasn't looking for was for his thank you. In truth she really didn't want it. If he had given it she probably would've barked on him again. Her in current state his gratitude; had he given it; would've felt too real. Too genuine. She wasn't in her usual state of mind to use something of that nature for later gain. Everything was so loud. So annoyingly, frustratingly loud. The awful din caused a massive headache to form. Mm, maybe it was from the consumption of alcohol throughout the night kicking in too. Probably the funniest thing about this situation was he sounded just like her. Finding ways to sound a little rude when it was uncalled for. Sometimes she wasn't but that depended on her intentions. No wonder they had been getting along.
"Ya know what, maybe next time I'll just let him. You wouldn't be the first."
--- Her trying to get up would probably interrupt him cleaning her hand naturally. But she wouldn't be getting up too fast and if he placed a hand on her, even if just merely on her hip, he would find it easy to guide her body right back down into a sitting position. Little effort was necessarily. Her mind and mouth might've been in heavy protest about things but her body was rather compliant. It had been moving about all by itself practically already. Yet again she made that notion of things not being the first time. It's like there's was something she wanted to say. Something she wanted or even needed to get off her chest but it was just stuck. If he let her go she would continue, if he sat her down she would still speak all the same while looking away if she was sitting.
"Tch.. did the right thing. The hell does that even mean nowadays. And what the hell about you? Why the hell are you so upset? I shouldn't matter to you for you to be remotely that livid."
--- She would be looking at him now and if he was looking at her their eyes would certainly meet. What was in hers was a bit unknown. Uncertain. But they both seemed like individuals that needed to vent somehow someway. Who was going to say what was the kicker. Cause from the outside looking in they were testing each other. Back and forth. Back and forth. Her hand was throbbing but she hadn't paid a single attention to it yet.
"I don't really matter anyways."
--- She'd turn her face away in her low tone. It wasn't about something breaking her up inside. No it was beyond that. But the most important thing here was the vulnerability that she was showing. It had been far too long. Her anger was gonna flare up again the moment she would catch wind of herself. She was giving too much of herself she needed the reins pulled back. But at this point it was really difficult. She never really had someone sit with her this long through it. Usually she was left alone. She made herself be alone. Or she fought despite the fact she shouldn't have. This was a bit more difficult. But again maybe she needed to finally let something out. Would it really be beneficial? For her? For him? It was possible.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 15, 2015 20:02:40 GMT -5
"I have my own damn reasons why I did it, okay? I've seen that kind of thing happen when I was younger.. I don't like it."
She would try to stand and he would place his hand upon her knee and gently push her back into a sitting position, his right hand holding the wrap in place. Austin was trying to clear his mind, to let the agitation he felt fade away. But it was not an easy task, especially with the way she kept speaking toward him. As he worked to finish wrapping her hand, those hazel hues would lift to meet hers as she stared toward him.
"I'm a gutter rat, sweetheart. You think I matter to anyone?"
Austin would shake his head as he shifted his eyes down again to focus on the wrap. He was just about finished. There was a lot rolling about in that thick skull of his and to be honest, he wasn't sure what to even say to her. Austin had never been good with these kind of conversations himself. As he finished patching up her hand, his words would come again.
"Ya know what.. Maybe we are just both fucked in the head? Can we chalk it up to that?"
He would give a weak grin and a forced chuckle after he found himself silent again. That was put bluntly, but by his observation and his own feelings, he knew it was very close to the truth. They both had issues. Clearly there were things of the past that haunted both of them. It was just unfortunate that they had to deal with it like this, tonight of all nights.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 15, 2015 21:16:31 GMT -5
--- Let's be honest neither of them were helping each other out in this situation to ease either of their agitation. Both had snippy comments when given the opportunity and if they were both in a better place maybe they would be laughing about it. Like they were in the bar before it all went down. Couldn't they somehow just go back to how it was before they showed. Actually before she recognized her intake was too much. That would probably be a nice change of pace. She sat when he touched her knee her body doing whatever it or he wanted it to do currently. It was clear how different she was from when he first ran into her. That was slightly problematic. Honestly speaking she didn't want him to remember. Maybe a good knock on the head? Maybe drown him in some more drinks? Meh.
--- Neither would probably really work. He seemed lost in his own world just as much as she was. She listened. At least she did that much without speaking out of turn this time around. She was lightheaded that's for sure. She hadn't cared for his bluntness. He was right and she probably would've said the same thing. She was somewhat calming down a little, at least her breathing had stabilized. She looked at him with his messed up hair before glancing at the job he did on her hand and back to him. Without her noticing again what her body was doing her left hand came up and pushed back his hair on the right side running through it all the way.. Seemed like a nice, sweet, gentle gesture. Afterwards it would drop back to her lap gently. Geez was she getting a little sappy with this one.
"You only have two or three lives left then..They don't have an infinite supply. Poor animal choice. Gutter rats aren't cute. Again poor animal comparison."
--- Still staring directly into him it came out so effortlessly. She actually managed a little joke referring to his line earlier about being like a cat. The second reference was well self explanatory no? And well there she was just a little though. Not complete. Yet enough. But things were still fluttering and despite her somewhat calm she still wanted to let loose on something or someone. The poor mirror was the first and well he hadn't gotten her to hit him so she'd spare him. But the itching was because she felt herself getting a little too sappy now. The anger was slightly dissipating and it was going to lead to something she rather not. She preferred the anger. Mentally she shook her head. Catching on she would get up and considering he was right in front of her she probably almost hit him with her chest since she got up leaning forward instead of straight. It was indeed sudden. The quick nature in which she did caused a little lightheaded stumble but she caught herself with some ease and walked over to that dresser again. No she wasn't gonna clean the glass yet, actually she opened a draw and pulled out a pair of shorts. Shorts that obviously were her size which was an indication that she might've stayed there sometimes.
--- What was she doing? Oh well for one she kicked off her shoes. Two removed her pants. Nope she didn't give a damn. Now would be the perfect time for a joke about that wager from earlier. She wore black Joe Boxer panties with a winking smiley face on the behind. Her back was facing him in a quarter view which gave a glimpse at her inner thigh when she took a brief step. Why could his eyes get attracted to that area? Because of the scar that was there. There was a slice marking as if made with a knife high in her inner thigh and when she turned not really realizing she was facing him he might've noted the one on the other side. That wasn't some random scare and the placement was rather personal. The shorts weren't what usually wore to the cage cause these seemed a little shorter. That's because they were volleyball shorts, and considering she was blessed/cursed with latina curves of course the scars would be visible. She wasn't thinking about putting on the right shorts she just grabbed the top one. Slipping them on still not fixing her hair she headed towards door.
"I'll be right back."
--- The hell was she going? The hell was those markings? If he ever asked about them she might been inclined to tell. Maybe. It was highly possible considering her alcohol induced judgement. But alas she wouldn't be gone for more than literally ten seconds before being hauled back in the room by Saul, who carried her over his shoulder entering with some determination. She apparently squirming a little in his grasp.
"No Nova! I knew you were gonna try this shit. Damn you're so fucking stubborn at times."
"I'm fine! Let me go!"
"No you're not getting in the cage tonight! And- you...you broke my mirror! Really Nova? Really? No you're gonna sit your butt right in her till you calm down and or pass out. You're hand is fucked.. and... you owe me a damn mirror. Again. You're so damn lucky it's you. You; Austin. Watch her. She tries to leave you're more than welcome to tie her ass down."
--- Saul had been tossed Cereza on the bed like it was nothing as he stormed out. He was mad but not really. Honestly the whole situation was comical just now. She had landed on the bed with a thud and bounced a little before it settled. Rude. So not cool when her head was spinning. She sat up, legs spread out in front of her as she crossed her arms with a hmph and a pout. The scars were more visible and her hair more a mess now. Thanks Saul. Admitting she probably looked a little adorable right about now. It's funny how things could switch around.
"Party pooper."
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 17, 2015 0:47:39 GMT -5
Austin wasn't sure how to react when she pushed his head into her lap after he had finished and ran her fingers through his hair. He didn't pull away. Instead he closed his eyes for a moment as his head swam. He too could still feel the alcohol working it's way through his system. He remained still as Cereza spoke to him and he would give a tiny laugh.
However she sat up abruptly, inviting her chest into view, if only briefly before she stood and began to make her way toward the dresser. Curious eyes couldn't help but stare as he picked himself up from the kneeling position he had been in, to swing himself around and plop on the edge of the bed. He continued to watch as her boots were removed, and then her pants.
His eyes widened briefly, before he continued to stare. He couldn't help it. He was becoming a man. And most men would probably find it very hard to look away at this point. Those hazel hues taking in the 'private show' he had lost out on earlier. His tongue licked at his lips, only for a second. However he had noticed the scars. Part of him was curious, for sure. But he was distracted by that damn smiley face.
"And here I thought I lost my bet.. Heh."
However it seemed she had something else in mind. She told Austin she would be right back. The outlaw had no idea what she was doing, but man he was fuming inside when she walked out the door. She had teased him good. Too good. The young male looked down at his pants to make sure it was not too obvious. Check. The little guy was still asleep: For the time being.
Few seconds passed before the door burst open once again and in came Saul, carrying Cereza on his shoulder. Austin only shook his head slightly, a grin on his face as he watched Saul toss her onto the bed. Those hazel eyes once again fixating upon the beautiful girl now laying on the bed in a rather.. open position.
"Don't tempt me Saul.."
His words were spoken like a joke. But it was more like half truth. As much as he might have liked Phoebe, he had only recently met her. They were not in a relationship, nor did he even know if that would ever happen. As far as he knew, he was still a free bird. Austin would have a very hard time flying away from this though. Turning as he sat upon the bed, his right knee lifting to slide the side of it onto the bed, he would let those eyes slide up along her inner-legs, before settling upon the scars.
His right hand would reach outward, staring low upon her leg as his index finger slowly slid upwards, gently gliding against her soft skin. While he wasn't trying to be all perverted, he couldn't help but want to touch her. The finger would stop near her scar, basically pointing at it. He wasn't stupid. Something told him he had an idea where they might have come from. But he would still ask his question anyways.
"...What are these from?"
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 17, 2015 2:08:35 GMT -5
--- And right there was the thing about Cereza, she was a tease. She knew how to be a tease and leave a guy stranded. This wasn't one of those situations exactly. Whatever she did had no intentions behind it. She wasn't trying to be seductive or sexy. It was the furthest thing from her mind. With Saul dragging her back in and plopping her down whilst giving Austin an order and permission he would laugh at Austin's passing remark. Sitting up with her disheveled hair, folded arms and pouting lips she had been looking away towards away muttering to herself. Honestly it was like a little child mumbling about how unfair their parents were being. Saul suddenly had felt like an over protective father locking his daughter in a tower for her own good. Pfft whatever.
--- Cereza hadn't paid attention to her 'open' positioning nor to Austin shifting himself and staring at her. The sudden touch against her skin; which by the way was a little sensitive takes to a certain jerk; caused a little jolt in her. Her leg twitched a little as his finger traced up her skin. The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water sprout. That song seemed to fit. It was like little electric shocks were firing off. She slowly turned her eyes with her head soon following to him then down at where his finger was trailing before he stopped and pointed. A small wave washed over her briefly remembering the incident yet having it dissipate into little sensation he just gave. For her it was unexpected cause well her mind wasn't focused on anything to specific. The other thing was contrary to popular belief she hadn't really been intimate with anyone in a long time. Somehow she suddenly felt a little lost again. It must've been the alcohol settling in some more. Usually it was all anger but she never had been this mellowed before. Would you like to know how I got these scars? She seemed to take his touch in stride though almost as if it didn't really faze her despite the slight twitch and her glance. Some others might've curled or shuttered more. Hmm.
"Maverick."
--- It wasn't a what or a how, but a who she said. Surprisingly at that. Wow she really really was out of it to be opening up even in the slightest. Oh no no that was no bueno. Austin had been treated so far to the most she had given to anyone. Maybe he'd understand there were honestly layers underneath that tough skin. That she wasn't exactly what she appeared to be. Not many people were but still she could be a different case. Now he wouldn't know the name because neither of the guys names' expect West; were disclosed. Though he could take a very educated guess as to which of the other three was Maverick. She never had to explain before and somehow that made the leg he had been touching slowly start to close in. It was like almost like in embarrassment or something of that ilk. Those scars weren't exactly beautiful in the sense of who would want those there, but it was clear they were clean slightly deep cuts. Actually to the touch the deepness might've been more easily felt. Maverick was an asshole to put it bluntly. She wasn't looking at Austin anymore but away down to her left. Her lips parted to say something but shockingly she didn't know what to say. Nothing came out at first so she tried again still nada. She really didn't know what to say following the name. There was a story behind it but she hadn't known where to start. Or did she want to start. It really was confusing to say the least. This was all too different for her and honestly she really was too gone to recognize it. But not gone enough to perk a brow feeling something in her left hand. It was a bit of an 'ah ha' moment remembering the two little bottles of vodka sh swiped before Saul completely dragged her back into the room. Unfolding her arm she would open her left revealing the little bottles offering him one casually.
"Want one?"
--- She probably shouldn't cause it should've been known by know that she was more than buzzed but really who was gonna stop her? Saul was tending to his bar after all.
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