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Who: Agent Carolina
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What: Chillaxing in the fallout of OH TEH NOES DRAMA
When: Tonight
Where: Maine's room in Carolina's room
Rating: PG-13. Maine.
He wouldn't have heard her enter, wouldn't have expected her at this time, even. Ever since the blowout from Washington's intention to get Maine's armor back to him, he'd been spending most of his waking time just working out.
His room resembled more a military gym then an actual bedroom. Every possible machine to work every possible muscle lined the floor, each one wearing signs of use. Mirrors lined the wall, a stack of free weights by the door. If one looked hard enough they'd find the bed tucked in a corner surrounded by a few stacks of books and dirty magazines (and under the bed, the box of dirty toys from Mistress). Next to the bed was a recent edition, a door to an indoor park for his dog, for the times he was locked in.
Which seemed rather pointless, now.
Maine himself was at the bench, a brace over his right knee, pushing himself to lift ten pounds over his limit. The distraction of taut muscles, the stretch of scar tissue over his various wounds, the heat and burn, was enough to make him forget just how angry he was with everything if just for the moment. His dog, As Yet Unnamed, lounged on the bed. She heard Carolina enter over the grunts of her owner and the creak and clanging of metal. She lifted her head and gave a single, deep, warning bark.
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What: Chillaxing in the fallout of OH TEH NOES DRAMA
When: Tonight
Where: Maine's room in Carolina's room
Rating: PG-13. Maine.
He wouldn't have heard her enter, wouldn't have expected her at this time, even. Ever since the blowout from Washington's intention to get Maine's armor back to him, he'd been spending most of his waking time just working out.
His room resembled more a military gym then an actual bedroom. Every possible machine to work every possible muscle lined the floor, each one wearing signs of use. Mirrors lined the wall, a stack of free weights by the door. If one looked hard enough they'd find the bed tucked in a corner surrounded by a few stacks of books and dirty magazines (and under the bed, the box of dirty toys from Mistress). Next to the bed was a recent edition, a door to an indoor park for his dog, for the times he was locked in.
Which seemed rather pointless, now.
Maine himself was at the bench, a brace over his right knee, pushing himself to lift ten pounds over his limit. The distraction of taut muscles, the stretch of scar tissue over his various wounds, the heat and burn, was enough to make him forget just how angry he was with everything if just for the moment. His dog, As Yet Unnamed, lounged on the bed. She heard Carolina enter over the grunts of her owner and the creak and clanging of metal. She lifted her head and gave a single, deep, warning bark.
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Firmly, she rapped on the thick door. "Maine? I'm letting you out of lockdown early."
She didn't want this to become a habit, but she simply couldn't function anymore. Even just her bones felt heavy and her arm too much too lift to knock again. Honestly, just falling asleep would be preferential right now, but there's still more to be done, more projects to distract her from the overwhelming feeling of defeat that shadowed her every step.
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"Yeah?"
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"Yeah, you're free to go for the night," she replied, not giving two fucks about the fact it was only approaching 2200.
She straightened and moved out of the doorway, heading back toward the rest of her quarters.
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When she moves away from the door, he pushes up to wander over to lean against it. For a moment he's jsut quiet. It's strange, almost, to be free this early, but any elation was killed by the lingering anger and frustration at the whole situation.
He wasn't really in a mood to go anywhere, now that he thought about it. Part of him wanted to chalk it up to old habits and that he'd feel more restless at 0400, but the reality was he didn't much trust the castle at large at the moment.
"What if I stay in?"
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"Then stay in." She shifted her weight, her tone confused but not commanding either. "I'm not expecting any guests."
The only person who would possibly visit was probably too busy
rubbing aloe on his butthurt assalienating more friends so yeah that ruled out any chance of visitors.no subject
He bowed his head a moment with a grumble. Fuck York. Yeah, he remembered some of the horrors he'd done, but he'd been nothing but tolerant and still somehow managed to be the cause of all this.
Just by existing.
"Told York --" He stopped. Did he want to tell her? It's not like York even took him up on the offer. "Told York he could kill me. If it'd help."
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"You what?" She didn't really need to confirmation, the words just come out before she can really stop them. Obviously York hadn't taken Maine up on the offer, but still. How could that have possibly made anything better? Having dead teammates would have really just. Fucked everything up even further.
She didn't know if she'd be able to deal with something like that with her current state. Sure, she'd dealt with it before, but the past was a very different story to what had happened so far in the Castle.
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"Told him to kill me. Offered a free shot." He drops his arms and moves to brush past her, making for the kitchen and a goddamned beer. From inside his room his dog hopped off the bed and with a skittering of nails came out to join him.
"Not much else I can do." Growled, frustrated. It was like getting socked with all the consequences of a fight without any of the satisfaction of having actually been in it.
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"What the hell were you thinking?" She all but shouted at him. "What the fuck were you thinking?"
There really were no words to fully express just how incredibly pissed off she was at her entire team right now. Wash was likely drowning himself in alcohol, York in self-pity, and Maine? She'd never been this ashamed to be a part of this team. Were they all suddenly a bunch of immature teenagers again trying to outdick the others?
"How would that have solved anything." Not a question, a demand.
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He knew she wasn't going to be happy but he hadn't anticipated this kind of backlash. "I don't know." He roared back.
He finally turned and headed to the couch, appearing casual despite the waves of anger that seemed to emanate from his very being. He didn't want to be angry at her, she was the only one who seemed to give a shit about him lately. Even Washington had closed the journal in his face after upsetting his life and handing him a halfassed apology.
"Just causing problems by existing. Thought it might fix that." He catches her eyes for a moment. He's serious, he's not seeking pity, he's trying to fix things. He just doesn't now how.
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"You aren't causing any problems, Maine," she grunted in reply, trying to tame down the anger burning wildly through her chest. "The Castle has."
She barely paused as she shifted her weight, not moving to sit, but instead remaining where she stood. "Communication is the biggest problem between the three of you."
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His dog hops up onto the couch and lays down, effectively taking up a third of it, and resting her paws against his thigh. Though she wasn't making any sounds of ill-content, she did turn to stare intently at Carolina, who she was beginning to consider a competitive alpha bitch keen on her recently acquired owner.
"That's not my fault." Of course, his complete lack of motivation to push through and try to make it work wasn't helping.
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Popping off the top of the beer, the Freelancer first considered beside his new pet, but then reconsidered, instead drawing up one of the arm chairs and plopping herself down in it. Just sitting down reminded her of the deep exhaustion that ran through ever bone in her body.
"York said if there was a way to prove that this isn't a loss, then he'd be willing to try," she replied, following it up with a snort. "Don't know if I believe that or not."
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"Screw York." It's obvious to Maine there's no point in trying to mend things, not when York was so deadset against it.
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"I don't want to hear you say that about anyone on the team," she scolded, feeling much more like a mother than the captain of the team. "You can't say that and not expect consequences."
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"What about him? Castle hero. I get one perk, he loses his fucking panties."
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"Based on what happened, Maine? No one else gives a shit," Carolina wasn't one to curse openly, but the stronger wording helped prove her point. "He's not the Castle hero. You got 'one perk' with being free for twelve hours a day. He wasn't happy then either."
Part of her, the very annoyed and frustrated part, considered that York likely wouldn't ever be happy with any situation thrown at him. Another part, though, regarded that opinion as relatively unfair.
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"Told York I'd apologize. Got no response when I did."
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Well, that wasn't what she'd expected based on how York had been acting. For Maine to apologize and for York to spit in his face, that changed everything, it really did. For a few moments, she was simply stunned by that news. Maine apologized, Maine was making steps to rectify what had been done, and, for all appearances, York was doing the opposite.
Honestly, she didn't like how that rested against her own opinion of York. It didn't destroy it entirely, but it didn't converge either.
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But then he grunts with a wry smile. "Abel forgave me. Caterina." He shrugs. Abel had all but openly invited him into their little 'team', why did he even need York?
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She still thought about the matter at hand, despite what should have been a ready distraction. If Maine's other victims had already started forgiving him, then what was holding York back, really? Was it really the fact that Maine had hunted him more fervently? Or was it something else? She was understanding Maine's anger even better and York's less.
"I don't know what's going on with York," she finally spoke again, popping the cap off her beer. Honestly, she'd never thought she'd be saying something like that. He'd been a constant for so long, both back at Freelancer and here; he'd been a sure thing, unwavering, someone she could always trust.
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"What do I do, Boss?"
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All because she didn't know what the next step was. In missions, the course of action was clear and if mistakes were made, then back-up plans were readily available. Here? The Castle threw the impossible in her face, ripped apart her team, and a pressure onto her that only tightened over time. Sure, there were brief opportunities to loosen that pressure, but moments like this felt too tight, too much. Her grip tightened on her bottle of beer, skin stretching across her knuckles.
"I don't know," she replied.
She wished she had a better answer than that or that she could somehow know all the answers now-- not later, not off in some far off time--, but she didn't.
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He rubs his hand over his head for a moment, then knocks back the rest of his beer and stands to go get another. His dog watches, ears perked, sitting up when he moves out of view and trying to keep her eyes on him with a slight whine.
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When Maine got to his feet, she realized her intense grip on her bottle and slowly began to release it, knuckles no longer so vividly outlined. As a distraction, though, she shifted in her seat and took a long swig of her beer. Damn if she didn't miss home so much right now.
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He glanced over at Carolina. This really was a shitty situation all around, but hopefully she knew he'd follow her whatever she decided needed to be done.
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"Don't give up," she finally supplied, her voice firm, "I'll figure something out, but for now, don't throw in the towel."
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He raised it in a toast. "To you." Because hell if he'd know what to do in this situation without her.
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Quickly, she finished off her first beer and opened a second, shaking her head at that toast. It's not out of self-hatred or self-doubt that she didn't want to be toasted, it was the idea that even while she felt she was being the most sensible at the moment, the Castle had told her that being the 'most sensible' or 'the best' didn't matter here.
"Don't," her words were simple enough, laced with the exhaustion that crept further in.
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Carolina's comment confused him, and he lowered his beer with a furrowed brow. He would have thought she'd appreciate the recognition.
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"Thanks for getting more beer," she replied, finally glancing back over at him.