Welcome to my office. I am Dr. Justine Metzger, and you are welcome to take a seat. ( TF2 OC stationed at Mountain Lab )
8 C You’re lying.We have the records to prove it.
Justine was very thorough.
Oh I was certainly thorough.
But those records were also switched.
I replaced Walter’s daughter’s records with… your sister’s.
His daughter is Avery.
Your sister is Brighton.
The subject appears uncomfortable in crowded spaces. Agoraphobia is a possibility. Fear of confined spaces is another. More researcher is required…
She’s still incensed that Tess got the drop on her. It was a cheap blow with no thrill of a fight and, fuck, that little cuntstain is going to pay massively. Slowly. The damage needs to be permanent, and that tiny bitch needs to be afraid. So, she’s spent the last few days since waking up in respawn obsessively observing the other scout’s daily rituals, and in the process, neglecting sleep more than usual and her diet; in all, she inadvertently makes the task of getting herself apprehended that much easier.
She never notices something amiss until someone is right behind her, but by then, the bag’s over her head and her struggling is in vain as a sharp, cracking pain ripples aggressively from her temple, and for the second time in less than a week, she falls quickly into blackness.
The subject appears uncomfortable in crowded spaces. Agoraphobia is a possibility. Fear of confined spaces is another. More researcher is required…
Gypsies are the Haitians of Europe. B{l Bloody good thing I’m not from Europe and don’t have to share the same blasted continent. Raucous muck and rabble…
Agreed. Also they do not bath properly.
They won’t bathe until water’s valuable enough to steal. B{l
-Chuckles- Well to be fair they all live in filthy slums with polluted water because they’re too lazy and stupid to find proper work~
Gypsies are the Haitians of Europe. B{l Bloody good thing I’m not from Europe and don’t have to share the same blasted continent. Raucous muck and rabble…
Agreed. Also they do not bath properly.
Neither is losing a few fingers or toes… or an ear… and various other parts of the human anatomy, but that never stopped either of us. |8
-Takes another sip of his drink before he pulls his kukri onto his lap, a subtle threat that she should just keep this as a conversation.-
What do you think I’ve been watching from here?
-That’s a shame, she was going to sit on his lap, but never mind that idea now-
Yes, well, you seemed like the type to want to ‘party hard’.
… I will admit I’m surprised she’s even alive. He could have just killed her… You’re all plucked from your lives so easily. Without warning. One day can be wonderful, the next a disaster. It must be unsettling to live in such brouhaha.
… You know who I haven’t spoken to in a while?
Dr. Haswell.
He still owes me a brain.
The wound was probably inflicted outside our window of opportunity to heal it. Do you think the Administrator is an idiot? He’s only been fucking with you all for the last few days for ‘giggles’.
Maybe I have turned over a new leaf, and feel no desire to do such a thing what so ever. You don’t know me Allison :1 Perhaps my husband even converted me.
You seem the same to me. And what’s he gonna convert you to? Bring you down from being a cunt to being just a bitch?
… No he’s… he’s Catholic you fucking retard.
Also you shouldn’t call the kettle black.
He— Oooooohhh…… oh convert like religion converting. I thought he changed your personality or something.
And I know I’m a bitch. Everybody’s made that clear. You’re a different brand of bitch, though.
It was a joke… wasn’t it obvious…? -blinks, no Justine it wasn’t-
Well good I’m glad you understand that, it’s the first step towards recovery. Accepting. And I’m no such thing, I’m a kind person.