∞ IC Contact

[designedtoparty]

Phone Call ∞ Voice Mail ∞ Text Message


Hey, man! How's it going?

[Paaaaaauuuuuse. Just to let you start talking. Five seconds later he cuts in, sounding a little smug.]

No, wait. Sorry. I'm going to have to stop you there.

Nathan's not answering his phone right now, so you're getting his voice mail instead. He's probably off having a nice shag somewhere. Or... well, okay, probably just a wank, but you never know. If you know where he is, you're more than welcome to join him. If you don't, you can leave him a message. He might try and get back to you at some point.

Comments

VOICEMAIL

[adamantined]

[Claire doesn't immediately start talking, because being fooled once by a voicemail message means that you have to exercise a certain amount of caution before trying again.]

Nice message. This is Claire. Bennet... Why are you referring to yourself in the third person? Actually, don't answer that. I'm just calling about... well, what we talked about the other day. Meeting up and stuff. I know I said sometime this week, but something kind of came up, and I'm not sure if right now's a good time. Let me know whenever's good for you, if you still want to.

VOICEMAIL - I'M REALLY SORRY. Pretend this didn't take days and days to respond to? D:

[designedtoparty]

You know, I would, but it's a little hard to say if I don't know how long whatever's 'kind of come up' is going to take. How long a we talking here. A week? Two? A month?

Seriously, though. I do nothing with my time. Whenever you're freed up is probably a safe bet.

TEXT | no worries at all!

[adamantined]

i don't know really. have you been having trouble sleeping?

TEXT

[designedtoparty]

Yes. Although I imagine that's probably due to the horrible stabbing sensations in my chest. Do you have those?

TEXT

[adamantined]

not as a regular thing, no. have you taken anything to help with the pain?

TEXT

[designedtoparty]

Just the usual. Aspirin. Weed. Booze. U take anything to sleep?

TEXT

[adamantined]

can't. those kinds of things don't work on me.

TEXT

[designedtoparty]

What, not at all?

TEXT

[adamantined]

not that i know of. it's part of the whole cellular regeneration thing. it makes sense. you can't die, but you can't -heal-. so things like that would still work on you. that probably comes in handy during your herpes outbreaks.

TEXT

[designedtoparty]

Harsh! I've never had an STD in my entire sexual life. What do you do when you're on your period?

TEXT

[adamantined]

i was joking! i'm not talking to you about something like that when you seem genuinely serious.

TEXT

[designedtoparty]

It's a serious subject! Do you know know many times I've had my head bit off by girls who CAN take drugs?

TEXT

[adamantined]

well maybe if you weren't so abrasive these things wouldn't happen.

TEXT

[designedtoparty]

Alright. Fine. I'm just trying to work out dates for our little meet up. No need to get your knickers in a twist about it. I think it's safe to say we can rule out your time of the month. I'm not having you knifing me just because you can't take a joke.

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[adamantined]

oh

TEXT

[adamantined]

look, i was joking, too. i mean, you are abrasive, but if it was all bad i wouldn't be talking to you. i'm just not used to dealing with this pain and insomnia thing. i'm not trying to be a bitch. but let's wait a couple weeks, see if this whole thing blows over.

TEXT

[designedtoparty]

Whatever, man. Just call me when you're over it. If I still feel impaled I'll just get high first.

TEXT

[adamantined]

if it's that bad then you should go to the hospital where they might actually be able to do something about it.

TEXT

[designedtoparty]

Fuck that. The one doctor I have spoken to is a total cunt. It gets too bad, I'll jump off the nearest building. Plus side of immortality is its an easy fix.

TEXT

[adamantined]

one bad doctor doesn't mean the hospital is stocked with them, and knocking yourself out with alcohol or painkillers would leave a lot less of a mess.

TEXT

[designedtoparty]

Which is why I'm sticking with the booze and painkillers unless it gets worse.

TEXT

[adamantined]

as long as i don't have to hear someone had to scrape you off the pavement

TEXT

[designedtoparty]

Well, hey. Maybe I'll try something new. Like hanging. Or drowning. Drowning's a good one.

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[pyromatique.livejournal.com]

You know I'm only fucking messing with you, right? I hope you haven't gone crying to some cop. Cause then I'd really have to kill you.

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[pyromatique.livejournal.com]

Roast you. Can't kill you. I get it. Stupid fucking immortals.