paradisa | 1/014: The moron is just too clever for his own good. [Dated 3 days after the truce.]

For my binoculars...

[He looks at the size of the suitcase.]

I happen to have terrible eyesight... wh-shouldn't you be looking for that bloke? He... I'm sure you have him waiting somewhere... and-and he'll think you abandoned him. That wouldn't be very...uh...

[He's sounding a little desperate.]

[ GLaDOS rolled her eyes, very aware that he was likely lying by his tone of voice.

But lucky you, she's going to let you go. Or is she? ]

Yes, I suppose that would be rather terrible of me to do. Have fun watching little killers fly in the sky. [ she says dismissively, suddenly walking off slowly.

She's not going to go far, though. She's waiting for Wheatley to leave so she can follow and investigate just what was going on here.. ]

[He walks off, and manages to relax as he walks off, unbuttoning top buttons of his lab coat to reveal his tie. She isn't supposed to know about that. No matter what. ~~Which is a lost cause now but he doesn't know that.~~

He clears his throat and sets the suitcase down, unlatching it. He's just in the lobby.]

Okayyy okayyy... uhhh, this can't be that hard to figure it out. Could've used some instructions. Instructions are good. Always useful.

[He pulls out something suspicous, and pockets it, before he closes the suitcase and starts to head out again.]

[ GLaDOS would carefully follow him, making sure to keep far away and hiding behind as many things as she possibly could until he suddenly headed inside. She would wait a tiny while until the door closed again before slowly opening it, ducking inside and hiding behind the nearest couch.

She finds it kind of funny how he's hiding the hideous orange tie from her, even if it was meant to be a symbolism of a friendship past. The mere thought of it made her stomach churn. What, so he would hide it when she had decided to honorably ~~(that's a first)~~ wear her own side of the promise?

GLaDOS shakes herself out of it, noticing how he pocketed something from the suitcase... and when he heads out, she waits again until he's about to turn a corner and heads after him. ]

[He is whistling now. Not a care in the world. He seems to not be suspicious at all... until he turns the corner and heads to GLaDOS's room.

He'd linger for a little bit, look around suspiciously and reopen the suitcase on the floor. The first thing he took out was a notepad and a pen, scribbling something on a piece of paper. He folded it, and slid it into her door. He then removed that thing from his pocket and fiddled around with it... before he stuck it on her door.

BB really. You are too precious. Too bad he's running out of all your precious gadgets before you left.]

[ GLaDOS realizes about halfway that this is the way to go to her room. She doesn't make a solid conclusion, however, until he seems to walk straight to her door. She watched from the corner of the hall, peeking curiously. What was that moron up to? At least one of her suspicions was definitely cleared. He had just written another note. She could compare the handwriting when she went in--

What was that device? GLaDOS watched Wheatley attach it, wanting, itching to get a closer look. It probably wasn't lethal, or maybe was faulty, considering the moron likely couldn't build anything if his life depended on it.

She would hide again behind the wall, supposing that his business was done here; but then again, even if she did call him out, it would be a good thing. Wouldn't it be the logical thing to do?

Yet she waits regardless, sighing quietly and hoping he would go the opposite way. ]

[His business was done there. He'd walk off to the other side of the hallway... only to hide behind that wall to wait for her.]

[ GLaDOS would wait for a while longer, fiddling a bit with the sleeves of her blue shirt before purposefully striding towards the door, intending to check out the device. ]

[He hadn't been paying that close of attention. It wasn't till he watched her approaching that he realized the blue shirt that she was wearing.

She looked really nice in blue.

He fiddled around with his tie...

He was feeling guilty.

But he sat there and watched intently anyway.]

[ She wondered if the moron was watching her. Hoping his stupid gimmick would work. GLaDOS would take a closer look as she put her hand on her doorknob, wondering how it actually looked advanced when--

BOOM!

GLaDOS yelped in surprise as she was blown back by the door suddenly exploding, the force of the explosion sending her flying backwards until she hit the wall, crumpling down to the ground.

All she could do was stare blankly ahead for a few seconds, her body registering the pain a tad late due to the shock. Thankfully, she felt like standing wouldn't be impossible, so she forced herself up, cringing.

Who had made that? She wouldn't believe that it was the very same moron who didn't even know how to handle a simple protocol in her chassis. No, it had to be someone else.

She was thankfully not fatally or deeply injured at all, but her back ached like crazy from that collision. ]

Ugh. Now I need to fix my door. [ she muttered to herself, doing all she could not to make a pained noise. No, he wouldn't know just how much that had hurt. ]

HA... HA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! IN YOUR FACE LOVE. IN. YOUR. STUPID. FACE. YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER TRUSTED ME. H-HOW DOES IT FEEL-- oh wait, you're still alive.

[He just stands there awkwardly. And then he holds his head and has a tantrum.]

ARE YOU JOKING??! DOES THIS EVER BLOODY WORK??? AGHHH! This isn't fair!!! ARE YOU-- DID YOU FOLLOW ME????

[ She would narrow her eyes; clearly, the bomb was supposed to have killed her. She feels the strangest sensation. Anger, but raw. Unadulterated. As though he had truly wronged her, but not in the obvious sense of the word.

Regardless, that burning fury was most definitely fuelling her ability to walk up to him without falling, although she did stumble once. As soon as she would get close enough, she would grab at that dumb orange tie, wanting to give him a verbal and physical lashing he would never forget.

It was so much more powerful than the usual anger. She felt it pumping adrenaline through her veins; her logic would have told her not to approach when he could lash out, but she couldn't care less. ]

You STUPID MORON!

[He wasn't exactly sure what she was going to do. He took a few steps back, but his confusion kept him static. Oh god don't grab the tie. Pleasedontpleasedontdontdont--

She grabbed the tie.

He hurked, and was pulled forward, half bending to reach the height of however low she had tugged it. Still in a confusion, he tried to smooth talk his way out of this one, in a panicked jumble.]

W-wait a minute! I-

Wait for what, exactly? For you to kill me? I'm not waiting. [ she positively SNARLED, eyes alight with a terrible mix of emotion that even she didn't quite understand herself. If anything was worse than the calm verbal abuse, this was it. She was vicious-- a whirlwind of anger, her other hand closing into a fist.

You can try to talk yourself out of this, but there's a fist heading for your face. What are you gonna do, Wheatley? ]

Okay, waitwaitwait Ididtrytokillyoubutitdidn'twork!!So you've-you've got no reason to b-AHMMGHH!!!

[Fist to the face. He doesn't do much to stop it, and when she punches him, his glasses go flying off his face. He'd stumble and fall backwards, so you best let go of him.]

[ GLaDOS felt an insane rush of satisfaction overwhelm her as she felt her fist connect with his face, his glasses flying off. But that small victory doesn't last long when she stumbles forward, not thinking to let go of his tie until he had pulled her forward. She tried to right herself but to no avail, a stabbing pain in her back causing her to fall forward nonetheless, almost but not quite falling on him. ]

I hate you so much... You moron... You think that I shouldn't hurt you because YOU stupidly failed to kill me?! [ She would push herself up onto her knees, aiming another punch at his leg, the thing closest to her. ]

Yes? Maybe? Th-that'd be nice! Okay! Wait! Wait-- calm down love. J-just calm do-OW!! [He whimpers] C-CALM DOWN!... Pl-please??...

[He holds his leg, and uses his other leg to try to scoot himself away from her.]

[ It was starting to wear off, she could feel it in her bones. It was a terrifying brand of anger, but with it came a sense of betrayal that just didn't make sense. They had vowed to kill each other. So it was hardly betrayal that she should have felt as she stared at Wheatley, who was moving away with the most frightened look in his eyes. ]

What? So how do you want to rationalize this, exactly? [ Her voice is ragged. Tired. Her back hurts. She's breathing hard from her exertion after getting hurt; the adrenaline was wearing off along with the odd anger. Although she sounds a bit less scary. ]

I...r-rationalize??

[His voice cracked a little.]

What am--what?? I'm-- this is rational!

[He is still scooting away from her.]

Rational. Oh yes, because after attempting to kill me, you decide to believe that you don't deserve a single punch. [ Okay, so had roles been reversed, she wouldn't have liked it either, but then again, she likely would have fought back.

GLaDOS is rather grateful Wheatley hasn't thought of that. She feels thoughts start to accumulate again, where her storm of anger had just been.

At the same time, not many of these thoughts are welcomed. There's a bit of guilt, likely triggered by seeing another human so scared by her hand. There's still a sense of betrayal. She can't logically place it. ]]

[He finally scoots back far enough to collect his glasses back up. They were broken, so he doesn't put them on, instead... he drowsily places them into his pocket. He sniffs defiantly, and wipes his nose when she speaks.

It was at that moment where he saw the blue accumulate on his hand.

He was bleeding. Looking up at her, he groaned. It hurt. It hurt a lot.]

Oh, I'm sorry...Didn't know you were sooooo just. Wasn't a quality I... uh, well associated with you of all people.

[As if GLaDOS knew anything about justice. Is justice an infinite sentence in space? Justice is him killing her. Obviously. He's staring at up at her, still sitting on the ground. There's a frustration in his eyes. He hasn't forgiven her. He can't. Because in those yellow eyes he can still see her glowing optic right before.]

Edited (I KEEP HITTING ENTER RANDOMLY.) 2012-07-17 07:16 (UTC)

[And.. he's still relieved slightly that she's standing.

He doesn't realize it, but he's smiling at her a little bit.]

[ GLaDOS stares down at him, not exactly standing straight, as it sent jolts of pain down her back. She saw him bleed, an unusual blue, and there was still a slight satisfaction. He deserved this.

But why?

She knew the only thing as equally frustrating as giving him a cold answer would be silence, so she did, until suddenly...

He cracked a small smile at her.

It looked just as dopey as it did during... then.

GLaDOS felt an awkward feeling stirring, almost forgotten from that week, and if she was frowning before, it was gone now. Instead, there was the slightest bewildered look on her face and her arm twitched, stretching out a little before she pulled it back...

But she ended up extending it again, her hand open, waiting to try and help drag him up. ]

... Come on. [ What was she even doing? There was something in her that protested this with every fibre of its being, but there was also something in her that wasn't sure she liked seeing him like this. ]

[When she reaches for him, his smile fades, and he looks at her, confused. What is she doing? For a moment he thought she was going to hit him again, and he pulled back, closing his eyes preparing for it.

Though, he didn't feel the pain on his face... so he opens his eyes slowly...

She's holding out her hand. To him? He has to look around to make sure it was for him. He's hesitating. What is she going to do to him?]

I uh, not really sure where this is coming from. I'll be honest. Not sure at all. Considering you just punched me... g-got me pretty good. Still hurts. Yep-- definitely hurts. I mean... I... well...

[He almost reaches for her with his blood covered hand, but quickly switches hands to stand up. He doesn't actually put that much weight on her. She's so small anyway.]

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