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h_hollisterItem(s): One (1) sofa, identical to the one ruined during The Deadpool Incident. (This is what Hips is now calling that in her head. There might even be a trademark symbol at the end of that.) Additional: Two (2) new end tables, two (2) new lamps, floor and table type, one (1) large-screen hi-def television, one (1) surround sound system.
The living room is now movie central.
Item(s): Ten (10) cookbooks, suitable for beginners. In fact, most of them had titles like 'So You're Cooking On Your Own In College!' and the like. She will learn to cook even if it kills her.
Items(s): New clothes (lots) to replace those lost to Bhima and his cloth gobbling ways. For both her AND Ramon. Five full-to-overflowing shopping bags and two garment bags.
In fact...
Once all the other items are in the living room (god bless PINpoints), Hips sneaks into Dez's old room and lays the garment bags across the bed. She unzips the first one to reveal Ramon's new suits. Two perfect and new and shiny suits, perfectly tailored and embroidered for him. She tried to pick embroidery as close as possible to the original, even snipping a golden thread off his last remaining suit to use for a color comparison. (The tailor had stared when she showed him pictures of what she wanted. She ended up telling him they were for a fancy dress party. Yes, all four. Look, I'm paying you, aren't I? Just do it.)
They're all in his dark blue that he loves so much, made out of a light-but-high-quality summerweight fabric. Then she pulls up one of the shopping bags and empties it, pouring out several cravat style ties and, heh, the knee-high stockings he preferred. Those had been the hardest to find. She'd ended up going to a dance supply store for those, and purchased the smallest they had. (And had spent a good deal of time inspecting the toe shoes out of morbid curiosity. Good GOD ballerinas were masochistic.)
Now. How to get the suits in the closet without spoiling the surprise...?
The living room is now movie central.
Item(s): Ten (10) cookbooks, suitable for beginners. In fact, most of them had titles like 'So You're Cooking On Your Own In College!' and the like. She will learn to cook even if it kills her.
Items(s): New clothes (lots) to replace those lost to Bhima and his cloth gobbling ways. For both her AND Ramon. Five full-to-overflowing shopping bags and two garment bags.
In fact...
Once all the other items are in the living room (god bless PINpoints), Hips sneaks into Dez's old room and lays the garment bags across the bed. She unzips the first one to reveal Ramon's new suits. Two perfect and new and shiny suits, perfectly tailored and embroidered for him. She tried to pick embroidery as close as possible to the original, even snipping a golden thread off his last remaining suit to use for a color comparison. (The tailor had stared when she showed him pictures of what she wanted. She ended up telling him they were for a fancy dress party. Yes, all four. Look, I'm paying you, aren't I? Just do it.)
They're all in his dark blue that he loves so much, made out of a light-but-high-quality summerweight fabric. Then she pulls up one of the shopping bags and empties it, pouring out several cravat style ties and, heh, the knee-high stockings he preferred. Those had been the hardest to find. She'd ended up going to a dance supply store for those, and purchased the smallest they had. (And had spent a good deal of time inspecting the toe shoes out of morbid curiosity. Good GOD ballerinas were masochistic.)
Now. How to get the suits in the closet without spoiling the surprise...?
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Date: 2006-06-10 05:27 am (UTC)She willingly moves toward the bed and pulls him down with her, kissing him the whole way.
Her music obliges them by ending the current goofy show-tune...
And moving on to yet another goofy show-tune. Heh. Oops. Ah well, she tunes it out as per usual. Besides, it's SONDHEIM. Everybody loves Sondheim.
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Date: 2006-06-10 05:32 am (UTC)But then...
...There's something...about this song...that-...
The kissing stops. His entire body goes rigid and still. And his eyes open and stare blankly down at her. No, not at her; through her.
"...Hippolyta. Turn it off..."
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Date: 2006-06-10 05:34 am (UTC)She's noticed the stiffening, and wonders about it as she buries her face in his neck and nibbles at him for a moment. She's on automatic pilot, really, but his distress is starting to wiggle its way through her attention. It's like a slowly building red alert.
Something's wrong.
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Date: 2006-06-10 05:40 am (UTC)"Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Don't, don't. Make it stop, make it stop, Hippolyta, TURN IT OFF!"
Then he grabs the ashtray from the nightstand and throws it at the computer.
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Date: 2006-06-10 05:42 am (UTC)She jumps up as the ash tray clatters against her screen, sending butts and ash everywhere. Thank god it was a cheap plastic one. She mouses over the 'stop' button on iTunes (getting her fingers covered in ash as she does), and then whirls back to Ramon, grabbing onto his shoulders, trying to get him to look at her.
"Ramon! Ramon! Calm down! What is it?!"
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Date: 2006-06-10 05:52 am (UTC)"¡NO! ¡MALDIGA ESA CANCIÓN! ¡MALDÍGALO! ¡ESE BASTARDO Y SU CANCIÓN!"
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Date: 2006-06-10 05:59 am (UTC)What the hell...? WHOSE song?
"¡Ramon! Ramon, ¡escuche mí! ¡Broche de presión fuera de él! ¡Está apagado! Está apagado. Calma abajo, mi amor, por favor. Please."
She doesn't let him twist away, strong as he is. This is so out of left field, but she has a sneaking suspicion as to what it's about. So she grabs onto him even tighter, bear-hugging him and wrapping her legs over his so he can't get away from her.
"Ramon. Ramon, mi amor, talk to me. Don't panic. Don't panic, I'm here. I'm here. It's me. Talk to me." She repeats these phrases over and over again, in a low and unurgent tone, trying to get through his terror.
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Date: 2006-06-10 06:04 am (UTC)"...Nngh, kn-know that s-song, know th-that one, always hummed it, always hummed it, Hippolyta, don't, I don't want to listen to it an-anymore..."
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Date: 2006-06-10 06:09 am (UTC)"Who hummed it, Ramon? How do you know it? Tell me."
That sneaking suspicion is now a full-blown near-certainty. He mentioned in his writing up of what happened to him at Umbrella that one of the doctors was always humming.
...Smegging hell, no. No. NO. No way was that fuckface humming "Comedy Tonight" while torturing Ramon.
It just didn't seem possible. That somebody would be so inhumane as to cheerfully hum THAT song while cutting open a helpless person.
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Date: 2006-06-10 06:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-10 06:19 am (UTC)She trails off, not really wanting to say that word. Because, uh, DUH. If just hearing that song could set him off this badly, hearing her say 'Umbrella' could make it worse.
That embrace of hers loosens just the tinest bit, and it's more of a hug now than a confinement. "Darling, it's okay. It's okay. You can tell me. It's okay."
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Date: 2006-06-10 06:35 am (UTC)He groans, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning into Hippolyta now, face twisted into a grimace, burying his face against her neck.
"...I can't stop hearing it, Hippolyta. N-Now it's in my head a-and I can't get it o-out..."