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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/8/2017 4:03:59 AM
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"Hm. Guess you're right."
She said, continuing to walk.
"You seem a lot more decent than I thought you'd be given how you normally treat Miles."
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“He’s an ass.” [i]There was a bit of a blush to her cheeks, despite the obvious anger in her voice. In reality, Miles had become her little brother. She protected him with all she had, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t her personal punching bag. Tara wasn’t exactly great at the whole big sister thing; she tended to let her own anger take control. [/i] “ You were drunk and needed help. I’m not letting you just lay out in the cold and die... and you reminded me of myself... and I couldn’t ignore it.”
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"Well, thanks. Even if it was a guilt-trip." She said. "Though I'm probably just gonna get drunk in there anyway." Alpha muttered that part to herself. She meant it, too. After what happened, she had felt little reason to want to actively participate in anything. Returning to Amoridia was the least of her worries. Alpha had no doubt Diana would probably go from loving to screaming-hating in a second if she knew. "Do you really wanna go back to Amoridia?"
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“I’m gonna tell you something serious, and I know you’ve heard it before but I’m still gonna say it.” [i]Tara said, composing herself as best she could.[/i] “That drinking is going to hurt you. You’re going to turn into someone you aren’t and you’re going to hurt someone or yourself more. You can’t use it as a crutch.” [i]Her voice took on a slightly angry and yet experienced tone.[/i] “Something really bad happened to me a while ago... and I fell into getting drunk and passing out, night after night after night and it [i][b]did not[/b][/i] make the pain go away. Every time I woke up it [i][b]kept coming back.[/b][/i] Every... single... f*cking... time.” [i]Tara looked and sounded as if she was barely holding herself together, a very slight tremor taking hold of her body. Staring off into the distance, she’d not answered Alpha’s question.[/i]
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"Does it matter?" Alpha stopped, sighing and looking down "I've been in pain for most of my life. What's a litte more? Doesn't hurt so much when you're drunk." She clenched her hands tightly. "I wake up every morning with the weight of my sins and pain pressing down on me. I wake up with pain not even mine, floating in my memories." Alpha resumed walking "People try to help. People don't. It never worked." She stopped once they were within sight of a small fighter next to a larger cruiser. "I didn't pick up the drink until recently. Unlike you, I don't have the buddies to afford a luxury like sobriety."
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“It isn’t a luxury.” [i]She shot back sharply.[/i] “People can’t help either.” [i]She said with a sigh.[/i] “I just didn’t want you to die on the side of the road in some hellhole.” [i]Tara wasn’t comfortable enough to really say what she wanted to, so she again put out a more hostile attitude.[/i]
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"It IS a luxury and you know it. If I could help it, I wouldn't be trying to kill myself with booze." She shot back "You probably just feel guilty about it" Alpha could be pretty abrasive as well.
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“I don’t feel guilty. I didn’t do a God damn thing to you but try and help you get out of the snow and cold before you catch something and die choking on your own f*ckin’ snot in the street!” [i]Tara shot back.[/i] “Do you think I like dealing with Miles? Do you think I want all of their help all of time? Hell I’d be grateful if they’d leave me alone!” [i]She growled, clearly upset.[/i]
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"You're lucky to have help!" She growled "You're lucky to have people who care! I don't have anyone! I'm the assend of every witch-hunt on every planet!" "Do you think I like dealing with this?" She gestured to her body "You're lucky to even be human."
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“I’m lucky to be alive and not su*cidal.” [i]She said rather sharply.[/i] “And you have Miles. And you have me.” [i]Was all she said, the anger dropping from her voice to a more pleading tone.[/i]
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"Tara....." She looked down "You guys are practically Wilson's family. He's good buddies with Wolfe. Both of them hate me." She crossed her arms to ward off a sudden chill she had
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“Okay using Wilson as a valid argument doesn’t work. He’s actually insane. I hope you already knew that. Secondly, Wolfe doesn’t hate anyone. He gets all isolated but he doesn’t hate people. I know he’s a d*ck, trust me I hear it from Miles all the time.” [i]She said, rolling her eyes.[/i]
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"I'm not exactly on his good side." She pointed out "Unless you can figure out a way to get his favor back, I don't see myself going back. I don't fancy 24/7 surveiliance.
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“I never asked for you to go back. You can stay here for all I care, I was just trying to keep you from dying on the side of the road or giving yourself alcohol poisoning.” [i]Tara hissed, again her anger piqued. It appeared she took after Wilson in that respect.[/i]
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"You have a strange taste in friends in that case." She shot back, snarling "Wilson has a pretty decent habit for that shit. Why don't you hit him up and have a nice drink." She said, before storming off to her ship
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“You wanna know why people hate you? Do you really wanna f*ckin’ know?! It’s because [i]you treat everyone like shit![/i]” [i]Tara shouted, watching Alpha as she walked to the ship.[/i]
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"Look to the plank in your own eye!" She said, her voice subdued as she went
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“At least I have my eyes!” [i]She spat, before turning on her heel and walking off on her own.[/i]
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Alpha just laughed, knowing with that horrible insult she had curbed Tara. Then her laughter turned to sniffles as she sat in the entry way and cried. It was almost a compulsion of hers to make enemies out of friends.
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[spoiler]End m8[/spoiler]
