[Molly is a little difficult to find! After trial he's restless and unsettled and thinking about a thousand different things and there's nothing to drink and nothing to smoke so the only option is just. Walking. Sitting somewhere. Eventually, he can probably catch up to him at the far end of the Athletics Field, where he's just sitting on the grass and staring off into space.]
[Yeah he absolutely can if this is a contest of not-speaking wills then Caleb will kick his ass round the block. He starts looking uncomfortable with it after about thirty seconds and a full minute seems like torture.
No. She told me it was for 'more wish for her,' but I was certain she was lying to me when she said it. The only part that sounded truthful was when she. . . she said odd things were going on, we ought to play along more, and that the Dorm Heads and Principal Bear were kind and didn't play a part in what she did.
[It keeps getting hinted at, around, but he doesn't like it. The smell of it is clearly off. In the absence of anything else to do with his hands, he worries a bit at his lip piercing, clicking his tongue against his teeth.]
Don't know that she's providing much groundbreaking insight with odd things are going on, but suppose it's good to hear from the horse's mouth. Don't see how we can play along more than we already are. They've got us trapped here. We did their show of a trial. I'm doing all the little dances they tell me to with the asking about people's pasts and scrounging up apologies.
[He's sort of doing a bad job of conveying the tone that struck him.]
Not a warning, an admonishment. Her whole demeanor shifted, she seemed sad. Like she wasn't recommending going along with it out of caution, but rather a more gentle approach was warranted.
So-- So it's like-- [Making a little circle with his hands.] Us. [Bigger circle.] Bear and Company. [Bigger.] Whatever clearly fucked oddity that's happening.
[He leans back, thinking for a moment, and then, absurdly enough, extends out his (left) hand to him, still in the fingerless glove, with one pinky out.]
Okay, so how it works is, you put your pinky too, and we sort of latch them together and do a handshake. And then if you break your word, you die. Or some other consequence, it was unclear.
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[He would have had to be looking for him to find him out here, so presumably he was. Walking out towards him on the field, then.]
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[Not standing up or anything, just looking over at him.]
You ran off quick.
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[Just standing over him, then, unless invited to sit. He doesn't say that with the tone of someone who thinks Molly is going to believe that, though.]
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[Gesturing for him to sit though, because it feels much, much weirder for him to be like. Stood over.]
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[This silence is awkward.]
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He's trying though?]
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He lasts for a few minutes more before, finally:]
Don't think I've ever been this sober in my life.
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[College ... ?]
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[Love this conversation about absolutely nothin'.]
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I talked a little with that girl. It went oddly.
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Oddly, how? She say why?
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[It keeps getting hinted at, around, but he doesn't like it. The smell of it is clearly off. In the absence of anything else to do with his hands, he worries a bit at his lip piercing, clicking his tongue against his teeth.]
Don't know that she's providing much groundbreaking insight with odd things are going on, but suppose it's good to hear from the horse's mouth. Don't see how we can play along more than we already are. They've got us trapped here. We did their show of a trial. I'm doing all the little dances they tell me to with the asking about people's pasts and scrounging up apologies.
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[He's sort of doing a bad job of conveying the tone that struck him.]
Not a warning, an admonishment. Her whole demeanor shifted, she seemed sad. Like she wasn't recommending going along with it out of caution, but rather a more gentle approach was warranted.
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So-- So it's like-- [Making a little circle with his hands.] Us. [Bigger circle.] Bear and Company. [Bigger.] Whatever clearly fucked oddity that's happening.
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Yeah, yeah, good idea.
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She get tattoos to match everyone she's ever had a falling out with or ... ?
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[He leans back, thinking for a moment, and then, absurdly enough, extends out his (left) hand to him, still in the fingerless glove, with one pinky out.]
Okay, so how it works is, you put your pinky too, and we sort of latch them together and do a handshake. And then if you break your word, you die. Or some other consequence, it was unclear.
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