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[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))

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[He sighs.] We're more likely to gain valuable information from people if they think they can trust us with it. Otherwise, you can kick them and beat them as much as you like, but if they don't want to spill, they won't. Twenty years with the Cobras taught me that much.

But even then, how do you know that they're not just taking advantage of you, heheh...? Maybe the people will just sleep with you, because they can, feed you false information, and then wind up duping you all in the end!

Hahahaha...what then?

We aren't mind readers. It's inevitable that there will be flaws in our plans. But... a person will usually give themselves away whilst lying. It's just a matter of spotting the signs. I've gotten good at it.

And if all else fails, then we torture and kill them.

Heh. [Well, she supposed that there wasn't any more points she could bring up. Even if killing and/or torturing still seemed like the far more logical device to her.]

[Oh shit, the soup! LB almost forgot all about that! Turning back around in a panic, she set to work on chopping the last carrot.]

And the killing and torture method works a lot better, I assume?

No, it doesn't. Or we'd use that in the first place.

[He watches her chop the carrot with mild fascination, leaning against the fridge.]

[She becomes so immersed in her thoughts and chopping, that she eventually cuts her own finger. Not too seriously, but enough to cause some bleeding.]

Shit! I don't need blood in this!

[LB then brought her finger to her mouth, trying to suck the bleeding out.]

Dammit!

[Fear frowns, taking her hand and inspecting the cut.]

It's not bad, you're lucky.

[He places a hand on her hip, guiding her to sit down. He then pulls out a bandage and some disinfectant, before wandering back to the sink to get some water and a cloth to clean it with.]

Hahaha! You don't need to worry about it! You said it, it's not bad!

[But still bad enough for her to still be sucking on her finger. But dammit, she had soup she was trying to cook!]

I was trying to make it perfect, but I screwed that up...

[He comes back with the a bowl of warm water and a soft cloth, dabbing at her finger with it.]

It still needs to be treated. You don't want it to get infected.

[Rinsing the cloth in the water, he wrings it out before placing it back on her finger.]

It will be fine, I'm sure.

Alright, fine.

[She finally gave in, relaxing in her posture as he put the cloth on her finger. Although she still looked back at the pot on the stove occasionally.]

Even with my blood in it, heheh...?

[It figures. She tried to do something nice for him, even if he probably didn't deserve it, and he wound up being the one helping her out instead. :\]

[He nods.]

It's not like we'll be able to taste that tiny bit of blood in there.

[Fear notes how cold she's still being, and frowns as he dries the wound, disinfects it, and bandages it up.]

...I'll be in the other room if you need me.

[He stands, making his way over to the bed. He kicks his shoes off, unbuckles his utility belt, slides out of the many straps and buckles of his camo, and lays face down on the bed in his shirt and pants. He hated being given the cold shoulder, even when he deserved it.]

[She stood up as well.] Thank you...

[And despite the fact that something seemed kind of off about how he just walked away, she turned back around to finish the soup, putting the carrots in. But after only a couple of minutes, she felt bad just leaving him be...it was good she had all the prep work done, otherwise she wouldn't be able to focus on it. Placing a lid over the pot, she turned back around to go to their bed.]

Thomas...?

[He doesn't look up, speak, or acknowledge that she even spoke to him. He simply lays there with his face buried in the pillow, despite the fact that it made it difficult to breathe.]

[She sighed, before taking a few steps forward to the bed.]

You see, it's times like these that make me wonder if you even want to be around me, eheheheh...

[She hesitated, but figured that as long as he was in their bed, he at least didn't mind being around her. So she crawled over the bed, facing down, next to him.]

[He sighs, moving his head so he's facing her.]

If I didn't want to be around you, I wouldn't have married you.

I know, heheheh...it's just that sometimes you don't seem to want to. Then you disappear for a long time...

[She shifted her head to look at him as well.] ...then I miss you and wonder if I did something wrong...

You haven't done anything wrong. I know I should be around more.

[He moves towards her, wrapping an arm around her.]

I'll try to be here more, okay?

Yeah...eheheh...okay...

[She slid a hand around his back, sighing yet again.] Just don't lie to me when things come up. Because whether anyone likes it or not, secrets don't have any use in this place...and it makes me more mad if I'm lied to.

[LB then smiled slightly, nuzzling her head against his chest.] But at least you told me the truth when I asked you...ahahah...and even if I'm not happy about what you had to do, I'm glad you're back...

Edited 2009-07-13 18:37 (UTC)

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