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Mark sounds genuinely confused, but doesn't really press it beyond that. He didn't really care about the taunting guy trying to pull the moral superiority card.
Instead he just sort of glances at Eliott for a moment, surprised she's moved closer before continuing.
"Mark."
He figures he might as well introduce himself too, since that's what it appears to be that they're doing.
He stood up and stretched looking at the two on the couch. Then he walked over to the door kicked off his sandals and set then to the side of the door. Turning around he could clap his wrapped hands together.
"Ok my new friends and podmates, what do we do for fun around here?"
Angel would say solmely and quietly if the other two weren't paying attention they probably would have missed it.
"Anyways never mind that are we going or are we staying?"
Angel asked as he walked over to the door slipped on his Sandals then put his back to the door literally inches away from it. He was ready to go one could praticallly see him vibrating in place with excitment.
Patched up, her arm in a sling, Piper wandered towards the Pod with her head down, green hair in her face. She was done listening to people, to men, to anybody, really. Her limbs tingled as her victim fought her and her head hurt, but not nearly as much as her arm. She had refused any pain killers as well as any help. The idea of getting into a bed seemed appealing. Finding Him and going Home seemed even better.
Pod 7. She grimaced. Roommates... She hadn't had to live with anybody since He had disappeared. Trying not to physically grimace, making her appearance as normal as she could, she used her foot to kick open the door, muddy green-grey eyes peering out from beneath her toxic green locks.
Please, she prayed to her God, please let there be nobody between her and her bed.
Angel heard the sound of the door being kicked and turned around while trying to move out of the way. Unfortunately he was too slow the door would hit him in the side of the head and catch and tear some of the wrapping on his arm.
He would land hard on his back causing his cut to break open and bleed through his shirt and leave a stain on the floor. He would reach up to hold his head and began to speak.
"What the fu-"
His words were cut off as he realized his arm was exposed it was green and looked like it was made out of crocodile skin. Angels eyes went wide as he quickly tucked his arm around his stomach and tried to cover it up as best as he could with his other wrapped arm. Standing up as quickly as he could while slightly disoriented he would rush into the closest bedroom and from there into the batheroom where he would lock himself in.
The only thing any of the others would hear was the sound of ferocious snarls and growls as well as the sound of all kinds of things being broken in the bathroom. After few moments all the noise would go away and it would be eerily silent.
The movement was quick, and in her current state, it seemed even faster. She lifted her good hand and rested her fingers gingerly against her temple, trying to get the spinning to stop for a moment. Once the door to the bedroom slammed shut, movement stilled, and the feeling of seasickness passed.
The green haired girl glanced between the two others available, then glanced up towards the sky. Her words were whispered, but still audible, even as her fingers fell from her head to the necklace she wore. "Either You've abandoned me or You're punishing me." Then, she sighed.
Before the two left, she stood there, wearing a faded jacket obviously too big for her on her shoulders, open, and her right arm in a sling. Beneath that, she wore a tight fitting camisole and jeans, looking just as normal as the rest of them.
"Let me guess," she said, softly. "He ran into my room, didn't he?"