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Zack Fair ([personal profile] legacy_blade) wrote in [community profile] dualislogs2019-10-16 10:27 am

Competitive Roommates!

WHO: Zack and South
WHAT: Two Competitive People as Roommates? Joy.
WHERE: Dorm Room 102
WHEN: Early October
WARNINGS: I can definitely foresee cursing and stupidity.


It's very clear the first time that Zack shows up in his new room that there's already someone living in there. The room is definitely lived in, and there are things he could say about that, but he's still so excited that his best friend is alive and in town, and he just absolutely wants to live that life for a while, mostly staying with Cloud, or sometimes just staying out late doing his work. Still it's almost impressive how long it takes before the two cross paths.

Today is that day. This is that afternoon. This is the time where Zack is shirtless in their room, on the floor doing push-ups. Counting as he does.

"Fifty-six. Fifty-seven. Fifty-eight."
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[personal profile] whosthemonsternow 2019-10-17 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Between personal security for the mayor, and maybe fucking around the city hitting up as many bars and clubs she can- South hasn't been in the room too terribly much. She finally did notice someone apparently was moved into her room, something she's not happy about but, honestly, she hasn't seen a hair from the person so. Fuck it, maybe it's just a technicality and no one really moved it, they're living somewhere else...

If they don't fuck around when she's there or touch any single thing of her's, she'll just be quietly annoyed but not make too much fuss. Right now, anyways. She's paid decent with the job they let her have and she enjoys it, plus now she's one of the most important people here, keeping the mayor safe and all, so she can't be too irritated about having some jerk's name around her's for the room.

So when she drags herself back to her room, tired from work and mildly buzzed, she doesn't expect anyone inside. She's...not as paranoid as she was when she first woke up here, so she doesn't slink up quietly to the door and listen for any noise of intruders or attackers. Rather, she's tugging off her jacket and belt, fumbling over unzipping her boot as she bumps through the door, anticipating a nice and empty room.

South pauses when she both hears a voice and sees some strange guy flopping around the floor, an eyebrow raising before her eyes narrow. Is this the "roomie"? Or some rando lost? And what the fuck ass is he doing? Push-ups? She drops her foot and half unzipped boot, tossing her jacket and belt towards her very much messy bed before putting her hands on her hips and tilting her head.

"Your form fucking sucks."
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[personal profile] whosthemonsternow 2019-10-31 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Alright. So. Maybe that was kind of attention catching. A tiny bit. But only because thus far in this weird-possibly-aftrlife world, no one's seemed really capable of anything so athletic. Still, she will hide any impressed feeling behind a little scowl of disapproval. She was looking forward to crashing out in bed for a few mildly drunken hours, not a meet and greet with the newbie.

But then he's talking, a lot. Chittering on like a windup toy on crack. And she's wondering if there's an off switch to this boy, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms over her chest. But he did compliment her, and he's not a total dog face or anything, so, she'll try to play nice. Emphasis on try.

"I dye it- and yeah, I'm military. One of the top in an elite space soldier program, kind of a big deal back home and here." She finally replies, letting her arms drop to put her hands on her hips instead as her head tilts slightly, "Couldn't care less about how you keep your bed, as long as your shit stays out of my way. But buying sheets to match your eyes, you plan to spend a lot of time on your back in bed or something? Might have an issue with that if your sex life interferes at all with my sleep."
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[personal profile] whosthemonsternow 2019-11-01 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
"You can call me South." She does answer that at least, partially tempted to either ignore it or let him figure it out in the directory but, she's buzzed or then some and in a generous mood.

Though she does immediately follow up with, "You a 'put a sock on the doorknob' kinda guy, or just not into bringing people back to your room to fuck?" Is she being a pain just to be a pain? Yes. And unnecessarily blunt, even vulgar? Maaaaybe. But whatever. This was her room first, so, that totally means she's allowed. Plus, from a strictly initial impression, he's not unattractive by any means. Entirely superficial, he's not terrible, frankly. So, she kinda wants to both poke at his sex life and how casual or not he is with straight up talking about it, and see if he'd even be able to handle her bullshit or such.
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[personal profile] whosthemonsternow 2019-11-01 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Huh, you one of those people who died or whatever?" She's bumped into a few people who had 'died' and woke up here, which really doesn't help with the ideas that she's likewise dead and this is a fucked up purgatory they're all trapped in.

"How'd you die? Shitty workout form, try to do too many push ups and burst your pretty heart?" Because, yea, sure, compared to others around here his little push up display wasn't terrible. But she's fairly certain even the Triplets could do more and do better. Even lowly, bottom of the barrel Freelancers are still Freelancers. So. By that logic, better than others.
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[personal profile] whosthemonsternow 2019-11-06 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Just a hundred? I guess if you only had a sword, that'd do it. Knives are nice, but guns are better." Could she or has she gone against a hundred people? Maybe, probably, she doesn't exactly keep count, but she's entirely, cockily sure she could come out on top- and with a charge alive still, too.

"Win's a win, though dying kinda docks points. Like getting a C on a test, sure you pass, but..." She gives a wavy hand as she makes a dismissive noise, moving to her bed to drop down and finally finish taking off her boots.
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[personal profile] whosthemonsternow 2019-11-06 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not like you did, no. I wouldn't die." She shrugs, chucking boots into their normal corner before she cocked an eyebrow, "And don't call me 'babe', babe."

Not that it really bothered her, it's not the worst she's been called, but she has an image, alright. Even if it was shaky at best this first meeting, what with her stumbling in mid boot removal the first few seconds she got to the room.

"Swords sound a little exaggeratedly big, gotta compensate for something?" She asks with an entirely unnecessary and likewise overly exaggerated glance south of his face.
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[personal profile] whosthemonsternow 2019-11-07 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
She was going to tell him not to hold his breath on being called babe, but he's rattling off more words and she is just going to stare a second until it seems he's finished.

"Um. Right. I will say the glowing eyes are kinda neat- be better in purple, though." South finally replies, pulling herself up from the bed and making her way to her dresser. "What exactly makes her scary? I've seen scary, and it's not human, or scary after it's dead."

No offense or whatever, but she's going to just change. Both because she hardly bats an eye changing around most people and he's gonna have to get used to it if they gotta be roomies, and she's always game to show off whenever and however she can. Not that a fitted tank and tight jeans hide too much, clothes tossed to her boot's corner over her shoulder as she digs around for jammy-jams. She is mildly tempted to be a pain and toss her bra less at her messy corner and more at him, but she'll play nice. And. Hey. Speaking of nice... At least she's putting clothes on and not sleeping nude, though the dug out sports bra and booty shorts probably aren't all that much better.
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[personal profile] whosthemonsternow 2019-11-07 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
She totally prefers purple for 99.9% of things, but she is partial to blue eyes given her own (entirely, better-than-others) blue eyes. One little point for him for having acceptable eyes.

South does catch his smirk, a touch of mischief to her own returned sharp smile. But she leaves it alone, for a second anyways, "She do the giant people sized swords, too?"

She considers her bed, but stops about half way between it and him, cocking her hip slightly as she crosses her arms over her chest, "Also, if the sword is that big, are they like, super light or you have robot arms to wield it around?" How strong are those arms and hands, hmmm.
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[personal profile] whosthemonsternow 2019-11-07 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Eh, guns are still better. Though my friend back home, Connie, she's killer with knives. Like a tiny adorable murder blender without the plastic case." And now she has made feel in her own heart, maybe missing a couple dummies from her home.

So she focuses instead on literally anything else, "Strong arms though, huh?"
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[personal profile] whosthemonsternow 2019-11-07 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Combat knives, some how the girl made them look elegant and sleek instead of thick and somewhat bulky like they felt in her hand. Not liking these memories, she doesn't need a tightness in her chest, thanks.

"They why'd your pushups suck so hard when I walked in? Pretty sure a cadet could do more and better form." Yea, be a little mean, that fixes the sad feelings.
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[personal profile] whosthemonsternow 2019-11-07 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Eh, I'd give a shaky 4/10, at most." She shrugs, eyeing him for any rise, considering it before deciding plopping down on the edge of his bed is obviously a great idea. Personal space? That only applies when it's her personal space.
Edited 2019-11-08 07:42 (UTC)
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[personal profile] whosthemonsternow 2019-11-08 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Bad state? Me?! Pal, I could be in a dead coma and still out do you with push-ups in a heart beat." She practically yells out, swiping a hand out in an attempt to smack at his leg.
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[personal profile] whosthemonsternow 2019-11-08 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Buddy, you are so fucked." Is all the warning he gets, she's definitely more than confident she'll blow him out of the water tonight.
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[personal profile] whosthemonsternow 2019-11-08 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
She cocks her eyebrow as a sly smirk spreads before she joins him.

"First off, I probably did more physical work today alone than any of your shoddy push-ups are worth." Even if she was fucking around at bars not on duty before coming back to her room but..

"And secondly- you wanna make this interesting with a bet?" Her smirk is growing into a full toothy grin as she gets in the ""proper"" position, she will blame it all on the drinking even if it really hasn't impaired her much if any, none of this bet is her fault whatsoever. "You win, slim as those chances are, I'll give you at least a blow job. I win, you get to use my thighs as earmuffs. Not really the most fair bet since you're pretty much getting a win/win with the stakes, but I'll allow it."
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[personal profile] whosthemonsternow 2019-11-09 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
“One, I’m literally offering you something to eat. Two, you’re just afraid to lose.” South nods in agreement with..herself. And starts in with the push ups, keep up slowpoke!

No doubt the most awkward (and frustrating to her at least) tie, but, probably fun competing until then at least.