+1 indecisive Mun leaves a potential hot mess

[anne_marie]

Goddammit Mun!

You need to stop this...this...conspiring. I'm not some damn trophy you can pull off a shelf and show off to your little friends whenever you feel like it. Got it?

Say it so I know you fucking heard me.

...

Jesus Chr—

Fine. Do what ever you want. Just leave me the hell out of it.

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[illtakecareofit]

[girl...he's just going to let out a sigh at you. why do you keep doing this to yourself Anne??]

[anne_marie]

[Dead. Fucking. Stare. Are you seriously going to do this right now, Murphy?]

[illtakecareofit]

[meh. too late to turn back now...he's gonna clear his throat before attempting to speak.]

Could be worse. [a shrug.]

[anne_marie]

And what exactly is your definition of 'worse', Pendleton?

[illtakecareofit]

[you for real girl? pffft......]

Uhm, think we both know what 'worse' is.

[he really doesn't wanna have to spell it out for you Anne.]

[anne_marie]

[Glaring Anne is Glaring. Proverbial daggers were en route with Murphy as the final destination. Fortunately, they were 'proverbial', so no real harm done...yet.]

I don't have time for games, Pendleton. Elaborate. Now.

[illtakecareofit]

[proverbial or not those daggers still sting like hell. i mean come on Anne! girl you know you have that effect on him. he's gonna put a hand on the back of his head before laying it down for you. sigh.......]

Look, I'm not lookin to play games with you. [for rlz Anne!] It's just...That place...I assumed you'd just know.

[anne_marie]

[She's still glaring at you, Murphy.]

I'm not going to say it again, Pendleton. You have less than 5 seconds to tell me what you're damn angle is.

[illtakecareofit]

[why u gotta be like that Anne??]

shit Dammit, I don't have a damn angle! Look, that place we got out of? The place with all the monsters and you trying to kill me us? I'm just sayin things could be worse than they are now is all.

[alanwake]

What's wrong with trophies?

[anne_marie]

... [Really?? She just...can't right now...]

Evey single Goddammn thing is what's wrong with them. Especially when I'm being treated like one — like a damn spectacle.

[alanwake]

[Ouch. And here he thought everyone liked a trophy. He's sensing something here...something...very...wrong.

Anger.

Shit.

Don't panic.Don't panic. DON'T. PANIC.]

I wouldn't say you're a 'spectacle' exactly. That's a little...harsh. Don't you think?

[SHIT.]

[anne_marie]

[This guy...She could feel a potential headache in the near future.]

And just what would you suggest?

[alanwake]

Uh.. from the looks of it a.. lovely young lady? who happens to be a trophy

[dodgestherain]

[He would.. maybe offer to let you talk to him about it. But he does remember how that offering a shoulder went last time.]

Do I even wanna ask?

[anne_marie]

… [Another one?? She instinctively wants to do a double take but her mind won’t allow her to. Keeping up appearances was first and foremost even as bizarre as the situation may otherwise come off. A hard stare lead into a moment of silence before replying…] Pendleton. […coldly. She wasn’t mad – at him anyway. He was the least of her problems right now.]

I doubt it. [and she would leave it at just that. Normally. However, the magnitude of absurdity she was dealing with at the moment was beyond out of hand. She needed to somehow…cope…with this. ’Somehow’ being the key word. As crazy as it may be, Murphy was the first to actually ask, sort of, and it was a better alternative than flying off the handle completely.]

…Do you know how it feels, Pendleton? To be put away - to finally be left alone and then be taken back out on a fucking whim because it might serve an idea that may or may not even happen? Like it’s some kind of sick joke. [She’d end especially bitter on those last words.]

[dodgestherain]

[Murphy's eyes widen for a moment, bracing himself for whatever barrage he was about to receive. It doesn't come, surprisingly. Instead, for once, she's talking to him. He blinks, watching her expression twist.]

I do, actually. Yeah. [He wasn't about to share his story off the bat, this was her grievance, besides, his wasn't really a sick joke. More a trip down memory lane and deciding to hang around a bit too long.]

Not sure it's uh.. as bad as yours though. You.. wanna talk about it? You don't have to but, you look like you need it.

[anne_marie]

[It was an odd concept to actually talk to Murphy instead of their usual meets gun pointing, anger, tension, cursing, but mainly gun pointing. However, the offer was...comforting. Even if it was from him. Maybe he was right and she did need it. She'd look down and then off for a moment.]

This place...I thought it was different, but it's exactly the same. It never lets me go. She, never lets me go.

She always finds some way to bring me back, to put me through hell. Somehow the next time is always worse than the last. It's like she enjoys it – these...sick things she puts me through. Like a fucking sick joke. Like we are a fucking joke. I just...

[She'd look down at the ground wanting to suddenly shut down – to put an end to this somehow...but she can't. A sigh escaped in defeat. Her head raised to look at Murphy again and forcing herself to repress the emotions that were welling inside of her – Trying to anyway.]

What's your story, Pendleton? [Avoidance. Maybe the next best thing to denial.]

[dodgestherain]

[When was the last time he'd had a conversation with someone who wasn't talking in circles or playing some stupid game? Clem aside, it was refreshing. Even if he found it difficult to maintain eye contact with her. She was a firecracker alright.]

You thought it was over. I know that feeling. [He can't help the slight twinge of sarcastic irony from his tone. Remember the boat Anne? Remember when he was home sailing and you shot him in the back of the head? Yeah.. thanks for that bae 8| .]
She puts you in those games.. I guess right? I see everyone bitching about them all the time.

Uh.. Not that interesting. Really. [homoerotic crossover fanfiction wut] I'm just taking care of a kid in a meme comm. Not really a pain, she's sweet so I can't complain.