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http://deceptive-lulz.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] deceptive-lulz.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fissionmailed2009-07-11 08:14 pm

MEANWHILE, WHILE LB'S HUSBAND IS WHORING IT UP...

[Wondering why the hallways hasn't been filled with the sounds of Laughing Beauty's compulsive laughter lately? Well...even if it is compulsive, LB hadn't had much to laugh about lately. She thought that marrying Thomas would bring her endless amounts of joy, but since even the night they got married on, it seemed like there was one thing after another that kept tearing them away from spending time with each other. Even when there was nothing, it seemed like her own husband didn't want to be around her. Or at least, she couldn't make him happy. So naturally, she was feeling a little down about it.]

[The last couple of days had been especially depressing. There didn't seem to be any signs of conflict anywhere, but yet, she hadn't seen Thomas anywhere, lately. So instead of wandering the halls, LB had been sticking to their home, hoping he'd come back...hoping he didn't get trapped in a room somewhere. Although he should have had his radio...why hadn't he called her?!]

[The last time she spoke to him, he seemed depressed about killing a girl, and told LB that it wasn't her fault that he acted like that...but at the same time, she couldn't bring him out of the slump either. What was she doing wrong? Was she not doing enough? Or did she just simply not make him happy anymore?]

[These string of thoughts might seem a little bit paranoid to the normal person, but LB was most definitely not normal in the head. The one thing she feared, above everything else (even dying and octopi!) was losing her husband. And being alone, with those paranoid-stricken thoughts for the past few days were not helping her too much. In fact, she was in a similar state as Thomas was, the last time she saw him.]

[So LB was in their room, chopping carrots for a new type of soup she found in a cooking book. The steady, rhythmic sound of the knife hitting the chopping board did a good job to keep her wandering thoughts in check, as she occasionally let out a dull sound of laughter. Well, her husband was always hungry...maybe if she made him some food for him to come back to, maybe he'd seem happy to be around her, for once. Even if he didn't come back tonight, soup was at least something easy to heat back up. So maybe he wouldn't have a reason to run away from her again. Maybe she wouldn't have to go on a killing rampage just to spend some time with her husband.]

[But for now, all she could do was wait.]


((Go explain yourself, you cheating whore! >:V You know who you are! <3))

GOD, WAY TO MAKE ME FEEL BAD <3

[identity profile] poisonedfear.livejournal.com 2009-07-12 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Fear is actually now returning home, his pouches full of different ingredients from the kitchen he just harrassed Snake in. He's also carrying a box of Calorie Mates. He wanders in as though nothing was wrong, setting the Calorie Mates down on the table in the living room.]

Sarina?

[He can smell cooking, so she's obviously in. When he sees her, he wraps his arms around her from behind, kissing her on the cheek. Because even though he's a cheating whore, he missed her, damnit.]

[identity profile] poisonedfear.livejournal.com 2009-07-12 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks mildly surprised at the cold reception, although after a moment he realizes he probably deserves it.]

Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?

[He starts bringing the ingredients out from his pouches. They're mostly vegetables, but there are a few bottles of different spices in there too. He holds a Calorie Mate in front of her.]

You should try these, I think you'll like them.

[identity profile] poisonedfear.livejournal.com 2009-07-12 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[He shakes his head.]

I only had an apple and a Calorie Mate.

[He decides to ignore the first statement for now.]

[identity profile] poisonedfear.livejournal.com 2009-07-12 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, just... around. Recruiting for Mother.

[identity profile] poisonedfear.livejournal.com 2009-07-12 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Well, he's a Volgin... they're suspicious.

[Lieslieslieslieslies]

Oh... you know... it involved... stuff...

[Lieslieslieslies]

[identity profile] poisonedfear.livejournal.com 2009-07-12 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Bad? I didn't do anything bad.

[Lieslieslies--]

...Fine. I slept with him in order to gain his trust. Mother wanted more force on our side. I'm sorry.

[identity profile] poisonedfear.livejournal.com 2009-07-12 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Well... I'm the only one who isn't burnt all over, covered in hornets, over 100 years old, or MIA.

[He sighs.]

I just didn't realize I'd be gone so long.

[identity profile] poisonedfear.livejournal.com 2009-07-12 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
No. I think Mantis is in love with a Sorrow... but he's been kidnapped as far as I can tell. So I tried looking for him. Snake wouldn't help because he's a bastard, and I couldn't find any of my unit. I think Mother took him... and I'm not sure, but I don't think Mantis is going to hold out for too long. She was getting pretty pissed when I saw her.

[identity profile] poisonedfear.livejournal.com 2009-07-12 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
That could be dangerous.

[He frowns.]

No, it doesn't! Why would you think that?

[identity profile] poisonedfear.livejournal.com 2009-07-13 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't know you before you came here.

[He leans in to stroke her hair.]

Of course you make me happy. I've just been... in a bit of a rut lately. I'm sorry. I know I'm no fun like this.

[identity profile] poisonedfear.livejournal.com 2009-07-13 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
I know you're not harmless. That's not what I'm saying.

[He rubs his forehead.]

I'm not avoiding you, Sarina. I just... have to obey Mother's wishes. My job can be pretty demanding at times.

[He pulls her close.]

I still love you more than anyone else.

[identity profile] poisonedfear.livejournal.com 2009-07-13 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Well, no... But as far as I know that was never part of your job.

[He wonders if she's getting ready to leave him. He would deserve it if she did.]

I'm sorry.

[It was all he could say, really.]