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[vw_coyote]

[Mercy looks like hell. Her face is a riot of blacks and reds in the bruise covering one half of her face. There's a cast on her left arm, a wrist brace on her right. She hasn't been to work in a few days, and all her phone calls have gone unanswered.

So, she has to do what she hates to do: Ask for help publicly.

And, her body language flat out says she doesn't want to do this.]

I need a bit of help moving tomorrow.

[Because she's not staying in the same house where she got the shit beat out of her. It took her a month to go back into her garage after she'd been assaulted there, back home.]

I also will have a spare room available for rent. I have two requirements in a room mate: Women only and they have to be comfortable with two cats and two dogs around the house.

[A pause.]

Also, I'd prefer no magic users, but that point is negotiable.

[She clicks off the feed, barely keeping the grimace of pain from her face.]

Comments

yesh

[failedparenting]

I usually don't.

[Nope, not budging on this.]

Sorry; fell asleep. Around this afternoon.

[vw_coyote]

You've been warned. I'll tell you when you get here.

soooo, to a log? or just do it here? :3

[failedparenting]

I'm a big boy, Merc. I think I can handle it.

Just do it here. /lazy

[vw_coyote]

Fine. You know where I'm at.

[video] -> [action]

[failedparenting]

Fine.

[Click!

About an hour later, John shows up at her door. Knock knock, open uuuuuup.]

[action]

[vw_coyote]

[Whyyyy aaare you a paaaain?

Mei barks and Mercy snaps at him to be quiet and opens the door. Yeah, those bruises look worse, and she sighs and motions him in.]

Don't mind the animals. Mei, go lay down.

[The dog whines, but goes to lie down. The cats still reign supreme over the back of the couch.]

[action]

[failedparenting]

[He shuffles in, eyeing the cats. Ugh. He'll never get why women like them so much.

John's taken aback when he sees Mercy's injuries up close in person. Yeah, he's seen much worse, but christ. That kind of beating only happens when you're up against a pissed off poltergeist. ]

Where are we gonna start?

[The look he's giving her is clear. He doesn't mean the furniture.]

[action]

[vw_coyote]

[She sighs and collapses on the couch. Medea, the calico cat, purrs.]

Anna did this.

[Blunt, to the point.]