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[ijustlivehere]

[Neil is hunkered down in an alleyway, tamping explosive putty into threaded plumber's pipe. Scattered behind him are gardening shears, several more lengths of pipe, spools of wire and thread, tin cans, and a few boxes of nails. He is wearing a plain black t-shirt with the sleeves torn off, and his signature wristbands are missing when he wipes sweat from his brow as he works. His husky, Nym, stands at the mouth of the alley keeping watch.]

I've tried to lock this transmission from the enemy, but in the event that in should be intercepted, please. Don't follow my example. And tell... nah. Just, be safe. Get out, if you can.
If I don't make it through, remember me. My whole life has been combat, but remember the little things. Remember-- [He uses his teeth to tear off the end of the fuse he's fashioning.] --something other than this.
I guess that's all I can ask.

[ooc: Pullin' a genre switch from the grab bag! Not actually locked, because there isn't actually an "enemy" here. Open action, if somebody wants to find him in the alley? Neil thinks he's an apocalyptic war hero this weekend. He probably can't be persuaded that he's not actually at war, but you can try if you want to. Also, who knows if he actually knows what he's doing, but he seems to understand what he's up to in theory. Mun may possibly be a shameless Terminator fanatic. Also she may possibly have re-watched the Dollhouse Epitaphs this week. Shhhhh. Also you're getting only this userpic all weekend because it is so Kyle Reese-tastic.]

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[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[It doesn't occur to her to argue with him that this is just a curse. Clearly he's deeply entrenched in it and she believes it's enough Neil that she's in full fledged panic mode over it.]

Then I am an awesome girl with an amazing sense of fashion. [She closes her eyes, her expression still one of someone awaiting a world of pain.]

Action (and somewhere, whoever holds rights to The Terminator is getting ready to file a lawsuit...)

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Of course you are. But you're more than that. Every line, every curve... [He lowers his eyes, quiet for a moment.] If I say it, you'll leave.

Re: Action LOL but it is AWESOME

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[He's not wrong. Unless they are entirely thinking about different words. She bites her bottom lip and shrugs.]

That would be issue number 31 with the centerfold poster. It comes with a lovely--[She stops because she can't do the perky, making fun of herself thing.]

If I vomit on your shoes will it comfort you that I know?

Action (Lawsuit GO! Sorry, James Cameron!)

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He closes his eyes and leans in to kiss her lightly on the lips. Even with his eyes closed, his expression is deeply apologetic and conflicted, almost tortured.] I'm sorry. If there was any other way... but this could be the end. Maybe it's better if you run. You shouldn't be here when they come for me.

[He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes again. Who knows what he believes his life has been up to this point, but it's culminating now.] Lucy, I'm here to protect you. I love you. I always have.

Re: Action (Let's really muddle up this lawsuit thing)

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[And Lucy is far too panicked to separate what is curse and what is real at this point. Part of it has to do with her own emotions, the ones she's denying and will continue to deny for the foreseeable future and part of it has to do with this deadly seriousness that cursed!Neil has adopted. She does kiss him back, closing her own eyes so she doesn't see the tortured look on his face. Once the kiss breaks she ducks her head, resting the top of her head against his chest. She slips her high heels off, kicking them to the side a bit. If she's going to throw up on someone's feet, she'd rather it not be on her heels. It's a curse, it's a curse, it's a curse runs through her head. If she can convince herself this is all curse then she won't have to freak out so much. After a minute or so of trying to get her emotions and her stomach under control, she puts her palms against his chest, resting them there like that for a moment before she pushes away.]

I can't do this.

[And she turns to run away, leaving her heels behind.]