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Sam: *weakly* .... S... Sarah... *he can't even get up, the drug softening his mind. He can only watch as she leaves, his heart breaking as well*

Sarah: *walks back home, pushing past the protesters outside the outpost. everything was going to hell, wasn't it? the ring on her finger suddenly feels like a ton of bricks--she was thisclose to taking it off and dropping it on the street... but there had to be an explanation, right? RIGHT? There HAD to be...*

meanwhile

Celine: *closes the door, and looks back at Sam, putting her mask back on* Sam, are you feeling alright? <:(

Sam: I-I... n-no... I-I can't... can't... *he shakily gets up, nearly tripping over his own feet before clumsily running out the door - not this - not THIS - not with only a WEEK before the wedding...!!*

Sarah: *silently walks home, deciding against tossing away the ring. Maybe if he explained himself... MAYBE... maybe...*

meanwhile

Celine: *stays behind. she was quite sure she knew what would happen next--or soon enough, rather. She would make sure the two of them would not end up happy... a distraught Lieutenant is an easily-manipulated one*

Sam: *runs after Sarah as best as he can, finally catching up with her* SARAH! D8>

Sarah: *stops when she hears him, and looks back at him over her shoulder, obviously still VERY upset* ...

Sam: I-I don't... I don't exactly remember what happened... b-but I swear, whatever you're thinking right now, it's not true... D8>

Sarah: ...So my eyes were playing tricks on me, then? I was hallucinating? You WEREN'T sitting there with the SAME woman from a coupl'a weeks ago, sitting on your lap, practically eating your FACE off while you sat there looking high as frack? Because if not, I guess I'd better check myself in to the goddamn asylum.

Sam: It was the SAME WOMAN?? How did she get into my office?? How was I DRUGGED again?? D8>

Sarah: I was hoping you could tell ME.

Sam: ... *quietly* ... I don't know... I was just waiting for you to visit... that's all I was doing...

Sarah: So one second you're sitting there doing work, and the next, this woman came out of nowhere and started making out with you, and you don't remember ANY of it? How does that even make SENSE? D:>

Sam: *rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed* ... M-maybe she's good at sneaking...?

Sarah: ...She's good at sneaking? You've GOT to be kidding.

Sam: Sarah - PLEASE, you HAVE to believe me - I didn't do ANY of this! D:>

Sarah: HOW can I believe you, Sam? You're not giving me reason to right now.

Sam: Why can't you just TRUST me, huh?? I've been your friend for YEARS, and now also your fiance, and you can't just take my word for it when I say I DIDN'T DO THIS? I would NEVER hurt you, Sarah! NEVER! D8>

Sarah: Yeah, you SAID that--And so did every OTHER guy I was with! YES, I know I've known you my whole life, but that doesn't mean people don't change!

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Sam: This is also important. I think the detective can wait. :/

Celine: Fine... *steps away from the door. she couldn't disobey him, that would only land her into a different problematic situation... so she decides that if she's getting in trouble either way, she may as well have some fun with it and screw with Sarah's head... she moves back towards Sam, and stands behind behind his chair, as if she was looking over his shoulder at his work* What time did you say she was coming?

Sam: Uhhh - *he checks his watch* Oh! In ten minutes, actually. :)

Celine: Oh, good! That's long enough for us to have a bit of fun... *takes out a dart, and jabs him in the neck with it*

Sam: *becomes a dazed zombie once more, moving his head sluggishly to look at her* F... fun...?

Celine: Mhmm... *slightly pulls the chair away from the desk, then sits on the desk in front of him* So, Lieutenant.. tell me about Sarah. You really love her, right?

Sam: *readily tells her, too drugged to think anything wrong with it* Yes... s'the only wom'n I've ev'r loved...

Celine: She must be special, then... *leans in closer, her face only inches from his* Can you tell me why she's so special?

Sam: *he smiles slightly* ... She's... smart... an' funny... and so nice... and strong... and beautiful... an' I've known her my whole life... she's perfect...

Celine: You're pretty convinced... *steps off the desk, moving instead to sit on his lap, practically straddling him* Such a shame it won't last too much longer...

Sam: *completely oblivious to the meaning of Celine's words* Wha... whaddoyou mean...?

Celine: Mm, you'll figure it out eventually... *puts both hands on either side of his face and kisses him, deepening the kiss almost immediately*

Sam: ... ??... *he weakly tries pushing Celine off, confused by what is happening - but his attempts only lead to failure and it looks more like he's GROPING her*

Celine: *mentally grins a bit at the unexpected touch--this was just going TOO perfectly (oh yes, this will surely break the girl's heart) all she needed now was--*

Sarah: *lightly knocks on the door, not sure if Sam was in his office at the moment* Hello? Sam?

Sam: *the faint memory of Sarah walking in their apartment when a woman was sexually assaulting him arose in his mind and he pushing a bit harder, but still not hard enough* Mmnnngh...!!

Celine: *moaning a bit into the kiss to keep up the charade, she moves a hand to his neck and injects a bit more of the drug into his system before pulling the dart out. She only needed him to stay still just a bit longer...*

Sarah: *hears the noise coming from inside, and immediately opens the door--then just stops and gawks at the situation in front of her. not again. not again*

Sam: *his grip on Celine loosens until his hands drop, hanging freely, his daze returning*

Celine: *drags the kiss on a bit longer, just to let the image sink in, then detaches herself from Sam, looking at Sarah over her shoulder, smiling innocently* Oh, hello... can I help you with something?

Sarah: *clenches her fists so tightly her nails dig into her palms. She glares at Celine with enough loathing to burn a hole in the wall* Get off him. Now.

Celine: *is unfazed--she had expected this reaction. She stands up without a word, still smiling*

Sam: *still feeling the drug in him, he only barely understands what is happening* ... Oh no... no... why...?

Sarah: *notices how Sam doesn't even look all that aware of his surroundings, almost like he's... no, that can't be true. None of this was happening, this was all just some crazy dream or something*

Celine: *still smiling--she can't help herself* Is something wrong, Miss Huntings?

Sarah: I--Ye. EVERYTHING is wrong. *confused, disappointed, and heartbroken, she turns and leaves without even bothering to close the door. He WAS just like every other guy, wasn't he...?*

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Sam: But... but yeah, oh my GOD...! :D Uh... uhh let's go to sleep... D;

Sarah: Heheh... okay. *puts an arm over him and snuggles into him* Goodnight. <3

Sam: *snuggles back* G'night... *soon falls asleep*

Sarah: *smiles, and hugs him close before falling asleep as well*

The Next Morning

Sam: *gets up and he gets dressed*

Sarah: *is somewhat half asleep, her words are mumbled* G'morning...

Sam: *is startled, not realizing Sarah was awake* O-Oh! I didn't realize you were up!

Sarah: Whoops... heh... sorry for scaring you...

Sam: I-it's okay... ^^;

Sarah: Heh... so... be careful at work today...

Sam: Yeah, I know. I'll have to eat something canned for lunch, just to make sure it's not spiked with anything... *he finishes getting dressed and puts on his hat*

Sarah: Thas'a good idea... *dozes off again*

Sam: *smiles slightly at her. He moves towards her, kissing her once on the cheek before leaving for the Outpost, a feeling of paranoia almost settling in his mind*

Celine: *is there in the office, waiting. She knew the doctor must have found traces of the drug... So she's decided to wait a while until she tries to nudge Sam in the direction she wants again. Make him feel like nothing's wrong. She didn't need to get caught*

*A month later, a week before the wedding, Sam has had to deal with too many complaints about the cut pay on the soldiers - it was for the best, and the soldiers simply didn't see that! Many had gone on strike, marching outside the building with their signs, shouting out chants and profanities*

In The Outpost, Lieutenant's Office

Sam: *trying to work, but can't with the loud chanting outside* Goddamnit, can't they just give it a rest...? At least Sarah's coming... maybe then the day'll go by faster...

Celine: Perhaps it will... *knows she can't stay--if Sarah sees her, much trouble will arise... and no, she didn't need that just yet* ...If you'll excuse me for a second, I need to talk to one of the detectives. *heads for the door*

Sam: Hey - wait! Celine, I'd really like it if you could meet Sarah. Please - stay. :)

Celine: *Whoops. She needed to get out of this quickly* It's something important...

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Sam: ... No, it doesn't. I just... I can't think of anyone - everyone at the outpost seems trustworthy. <:(

Sarah: "Seems" ... I say you keep an eye out, just to be safe. Don't need you to get any worse... <:/

Sam: *nods slightly* Okay... I'll, uh... try being more careful.

Sarah: *nods, satisfied, and rests her head against his shoulder, worry still showing in her expression* ...

Sam: *puts an arm around her, pulling her into a hug, rubbing his hand up and down her arm. Though a traitor of some sort was working at the Outpost, he isn't afraid - things like this, he deals with daily*

Sarah: *puts an arm around him, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, letting it out as a sigh* I hope you find this person soon...

Sam: ... I hope so too... though I'm usually pretty good at that stuff, so... eh. I'll figure it out soon. Don't worry...

Sarah: ... *nods slightly, not completely reassured*

Sam: ... We should go to bed.

Sarah: *nods, and lets go of him, getting up off the couch and going to their room*

Sam: *enters the room with Sarah, getting into bed with a sigh. He is tired, and his head still hurts*

Sarah: *gets into bed as well, yawning* ...I'm gonna go talk to mom some more tomorrow. About the wedding. It's all going pretty smoothly...

Sam: *he smiles at this* ... Can't wait for it.Just the very idea makes me wanna giggle like a little kid.

Sarah: *laughs a bit at this* IIIII think I just beat you to it. ^^;

Sam: ... I can join along, then. XDDD

Sarah: Yaaaay! XDDD *hugs him, still laughing a bit* God, I feel like a kid waiting for Christmas.

Sam: Seriously! Oh my GOD, is it like this for EVERYONE?? XD

Sarah: I honestly have no idea. XD

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Doctor: There IS the possibility, ma'am, that the lieutenant was taking these drugs at WORK.

Sam: WHAT??

Doctor: WHEN do these symptoms occur, Lieutenant Gatzsky?

Sam: Uh... after work...

Doctor: Exactly.

Sarah: So, you're expecting me to believe that the Lieutenant, of ALL PEOPLE, would be taking illegal drugs in his OFFICE? I'm sorry, but that's completely ridiculous.

Doctor: Well, those were the results and that's the only logical conclusion. Take it or leave it. But, Lieutenant -

Sam: Hm? D:>

Doctor: I recommend you see someone about this. In the long run, things like that won't help you - only hurt you. Please think about that, Lieutenant Gatzsky. Think of how it may effect the people AROUND you.

Sam: ... But... but I'm not...

Doctor: You may go.

Sarah: ... *tugs on Sam's arm* Come on, let's just go home. >:/

Sam: Oh - uh, hang on - gotta change out of this paper thing I have to wear. D:

Doctor: I'll leave for that, then. *does so to give Sam and Sarah privacy*

Sam: *takes off the hospital gown given to him, hiding his front from Sarah in order to get dressed* ... Jeez...

Sarah: ...I don't believe any of it, you know.

Sam: ... Thank you. I don't believe it either, but that's because I know exactly what I'm doing each day, and DRUGS isn't part of that.

Sarah: ... *nods* ...I wonder what's really UP though...

Sam: The hell if I know - the doctor acted as if the only explanation was DRUGS, which does NOT make sense... *he finishes getting dressed, then opens the door for Sarah*

Sarah: *goes through the door and waits for him* Thank you. Well, looks like we'll have to figure this out ourselves.

Sam: ... Right...

*Sam drives home with Sarah, his headache continuously smashing his focus and comfort to pieces*

Sam: *collapses on the couch once they are in the apartment* ... Ugh...

Sarah: <:/ ... *looks through a few drawers, then after a moment, brings him painkillers along with a glass of water* Here, maybe this'll help a bit...

Sam: ...Thank you... *he takes the painkillers with the water, then gulps down the rest of the water in the glass* God, that feels good... DX

Sarah: I just hope it lasts... you're getting these headaches every DAY now... You're sure nothing weird's going on? Like, I know you wouldn't do any of that crazy illegal drug stuff, but ... Do you think someone ELSE might be causing it? Because this wouldn't just come out of nowhere...

Sam: Like, slipping stuff into my lunch or something? Because I can't think of anyone who would do that. :/

Sarah: Well, it's the only other thing I can think of... it'd explain that crazy segregation proposal you signed a few days ago... :/

Sam: ... I guess it would... but what kind of person would want to do that? D:>

Sarah: Someone who'd want you gone, I guess... Blood Puppet comes to mind, but that doesn't seem like his style...

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Sam: Oh good. :) *he stands up and walks over to take the law, crumpling it up and throwing it in the trash*

Celine: ... *steps up behind him and jabs him with another dart* ...Don't announce the pay cut. Just let it quietly show up on their paychecks. No one else needs to know until then.

Sam: *slouches a bit once the drug starts taking effect* ... good idea... you're so smart... surprises are good... mm...

Celine: I appreciate the compliment. *removes the dart* and yes, surprises are very good.

Sam: ...Very very good... *he lumbers over to his desk, practically falling down into his chair, staring blankly at nothing as the drug slowly wore off*

Celine: *continues working like nothing's wrong*

Sam: *with his pounding headache and dehydration, he works as best as he can*

Celine: *decides not to do anything else for today. Too much of the drug in his system could cause him serious complications*

meanwhile

Sarah: *after a while, she shows up and waits outside the office for Sam*

Sam: *practically croaking from the aftereffects of the drug* Celine... I need to visit the doctor, so I need to leave early... hold down the fort for me, will you? *he walks out, holding his head*

Celine: I will. Feel better soon... <:/

Sarah: *sees him come out* Hey--! Ooh, you really do NOT look good. Let's go. D;

Sam: *nods, still holding his head*

*they manage to get ahold of a doctor to examine what may be wrong with Sam once they reach the hospital*

Doctor: Alright, so you are getting headaches and are daily sent into a state of dehydration... aaand you also said you were woozy at times? Dazed?

Sam: Uh, yeah...

Doctor: Uh-huh.

Sarah: That's basically all that's wrong with him... <:/

Doctor: ... I've seen symptoms like that before.

Sam: Oh?

Doctor: Normally in people who come here who are addicted to illegal drugs.

Sam: Hey, I don't do any of that - I'm the one putting guys like that in PRISON...

Doctor: Lieutenant Gatzsky, would you mind terribly if I ran a drug test on you? Just in case?

Sam: You're not gonna find anything, but sure. <:/

Doctor: Right then - I'll need to take a sample of your blood. *he takes out a syringe*

Sam: *doesn't look at it, as he hates needles* >___>;

Sarah: *gives him a sympathetic look, taking his hand and lightly squeezing it. she hoped nothing was seriously WRONG with him...*

Sam: *he squeezes Sarah's hand* >_____>;

Doctor: *sticks the needle into Sam, taking blood from him*

Sam: *squeezes Sarah's hand harder, and shutting his eyes tightly, holding his breath*

Doctor: *takes the needle out* Alright... I'm going to take this to our lab so we can see if you're putting things in your body that you really shouldn't be. Stay here. *he leaves*

Sam: ...I'm not... Sarah, you KNOW I'm no drug addict of any sort... D;>

Sarah: I believe you, I KNOW you're not... You wouldn't even have any TIME for it, since you're always either at home or working...

Sam: Exactly! I don't know what this freaking doctor's talking about - I'm no crackhead, or anything ELSE.

*they wait until the doctor comes back*

Doctor: *gravely* Lieutenant Gatzsky...

Sam: Yeah? No drugs, right? D:

Doctor: ...You seem to have taken an unknown substance rather recently...

Sam: WHAT?? D8

Sarah: That's impossible! D:<

Doctor: Results don't lie, Ma'am... so Lieutenant Gatzsky either magically forgets whenever he indulges in illegal substances, or he's lying.

Sam: I do NOT do that stuff! D8

Sarah: He doesn't have the time, nor the need to use drugs of ANY KIND! He's always either at work, or at home! It MUST be a mistake. D:

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Sam: *he enters his office* Good morning, Celine. I'll have to announce the cut in the soldiers' salary today. And maybe also cancel the segregation policy... >__>;

Celine: Cancel it? Why would you want do that? We both agreed that it was a good idea. :/

Sam: Well, I know, but I talked about it with Sarah, and, uh, she brought up some good points... I mean, my dad's an X-WD - this could really hurt him and other X-WDs LIKE him...

Celine: *blinks in surprise--this was definitely a hiccup in her plans* Well--

*suddenly, the phone rings*

Sam: ! Oh! D: *he quickly answers the phone* Hello?

Claire: *in a serious tone* Sam, I really hope you know what you just did.

Celine: *waits* >:/

Sam: Hey - I know, Mom, I get that now, and I was just about to fix it when you called, okay? D:>

Claire: *there is a brief pause, then--* Oh. *beat* ...What I want to know now is how you thought for one second that that was remotely a good idea.

Celine: ...

Sam: I don't know, it just SEEMED like a good idea - like something was TELLING me it was...

Claire: *sighs* ...Well, think a little harder before you make decisions like that. People were already talking.

Celine: ...

Sam: Oh jeez... I-I'll definitely make sure I go over a new policy or rule a few times before really accepting it. I'm sorry, Mom. D:>

Claire: I'm not the one you should be apologizing to... I should probably let you get going so you can fix this mess before things get worse.

Celine: ...

Sam: Uh... right... that I'll do. D: Goodbye, Mom.

Claire: Goodbye, Sam. *hangs up*

Celine: *is definitely not amused* ...

Sam: *hang up and sees Celine's unamused look* Is something wrong? <:/

Celine: *(No, nothing, just part of my plan falling apart, no big deal)* Yes, I um... I think I have a headache... *shakes her head* Would you like me to retrieve the X-WD separation form so that you can void it?

Sam: That'll be great, yeah. Do you want me to go get you something for your head? <:/

Celine: *waves him off as she turns to leave the office* No, no, that's fine.

Sam: Alright, if you're sure. <:/ *he begins his work on the papers at his desk*

Celine: *goes out, going back over her plans in her head--some changes were in order. she retrieves the now-useless separation law, and takes it back to the office* I found it.

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Sam: ... Right, okay... if we wanna get to the bed, you'll have to let go of me...

Sarah: *releases his shoulders and steps back, looking around nervously, hoping that nothing else will come flying at them*

*the room becomes colder, but nothing else happens*

Sam: Uh... r-right then... *he carefully steps over to the bedroom, getting under the covers of the bed as if it were a shield against Sarah's father*

Sarah: *gets in next to him, but has a sinking feeling that her dad might try to attack him again, so she climbs on top of him, resting her head on his chest* ...

Sam: *wraps his arms around her, appreciative of her protection. He worries of how Mr. Huntings will act if he ever catches Sam without Sarah there to help him*

Sarah: *nuzzles into his neck, moving one hand to the back of his head and combing her fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck* ...I'm sorry about dad... but he has a point... you should really rethink that separation policy....

Sam: Well... well maybe... I dunno... I don't seem to know anything anymore, it seems...

Sarah: Are you sure you're feeling okay? This isn't like you...

Sam: Well, that's another "I don't know"... I've been kinda stepping in and out of feeling like crap, but it's always a headache, wooziness and dehydration. Maybe that has to do with it. I think I SHOULD see a doctor...

Sarah: You definitely should... maybe you should try leaving work early tomorrow...

Sam: Alright... will you come with me? <:(

Sarah: Of course I will...

Sam: Thank you... and before that, I'll have that segregation policy removed... *he relaxes, his head resting on the pillow. He sighs, on the brink of nodding off*

Sarah: *lets out a tired sigh rests her head on his shoulder, trying to fall asleep*

Sam: *he moves his hand up in order to comb his fingers through Sarah's hair a few times. It doesn't take very long for him to fall asleep*

Sarah: *falls asleep while Sam combs through her hair, smiling a little bit at the contact*

The Next Morning

*it has become freezing in the room*

Sam: *wakes up with Sarah on top of him. But he had to go to work, so he carefully slips out from under Sarah and carefully gets dressed, wary of any flying objects*

Sarah: *doesn't wake up. she shivers a bit from the cold, and pulls the covers up to her neck*

Sam: *finishes getting dressed. He walks over to Sarah and kisses her cheek, then leaves*

Sarah: *shifts around a little, smiling when he does this*

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Celine: *is already at the office, doing some work*

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Sam: *continues to work, not understanding how horrible the two decisions he made are*

Celine: *continues to work, thinking of more thing she could possibly do, but decides to hold off on these for a while. she wants to make sure this part works first*

Sam: *looks at the clock* Wow - I stayed late - uh, hey, I'm gonna go now, I can't leave Sarah waiting. Bye! D: *he leaves*

Celine: Goodbye! ^^

meanwhile

Sarah: *is sitting at home watching TV, still feeling unusually cold*

Sam: *He walks in* Hey! :D

Wind: *blows against him*

A Knife: *flies at him, nearly taking his head off*

Sam: THE HELL?? D8

Sarah: !!? *quickly stands from the couch, looking towards the kitchen--there was no one there, but she knew what was happening* shoot--Sam, I don't think this is a good place to be right now. D8

Sam: Wh-what did I do...?? D8>

Things: *are thrown at Sam - things of all sizes and shapes - with the fury of raging bull*

Wind: *almost seems to scream and snarl as it pushes threateningly at Sam - he who would carelessly tear apart families and friends for no real reason!*

Sarah: *knows that he won't stop unless she does something about it--so she pushes him against a wall and hugs him tightly, effectively putting herself between him and her father's fury, hoping that would be enough to stop him*

Objects: *stop being thrown - anything that was already flung at Sam lost all momentum and dropped to the ground with various loud noises*

Sam: *shaking in fear* Wh-what d-did I...? Why is he angry...?? D8>

Sarah: *refuses to let go of him, first because she was just as scared as he was, and second because she didn't want any more objects to be flung at him* Y-You... you separated the X-WD's from the humans! Why would you do that?? D:>

Sam: *he looks thoroughly confused, as if half of him didn't even really know* S-something was t-telling me, deep inside, that... u-uh... it was time for a ch-change...

Wind: *suddenly blows angrily again, not accepting this as a good answer*

Sarah: *snaps at the sudden wind* SHUSH. *back at Sam* Sam, your FATHER is an X-WD--and you KNOW he can't live by himself!! D:>

Sam: *quietly, like a scolded child - he doesn't really know what he's talking about anymore* I-I dunno, I didn't really... I-I mean, I'm sure there's SOMEONE out there who'll take him in and help him...

Sarah: *lets go of Sam, instead taking him by the shoulders and looking him right in the eyes, trying to make her point* Look, your MOM already has trouble taking care of him, do you think someone else will have an easier time? You're breaking apart families here, Sam! D:>

Sam: *his headache starts up again and there is a ringing in his ears - wincing, he becomes somewhat unfocused* I-I don't know... don't know what... why did I...?

Sarah: There is seriously something wrong with you, Sam... You've been acting a bit off lately... D:>

Sam: *he shakes his head, which causes him to grimace from the pain* N-no... no, I'm fine... this is... is all for the better, right? We NEED change... it'll be FINE...

Sarah: That's the thing, it WON'T... the separation won't be helping ANYONE...

Sam: Yes it will! I know it'll help! I-it'll be fine, Sarah, it'll be FINE...

Sarah: *is obviously upset by his illogical conclusion, and it shows* ...how could you POSSIBLY think this is okay...?

Sam: I don't think it's okay - I KNOW it's okay. It'll be FINE... we need change...

Sarah: But not THIS kind of change... *shakes her head. she was too tired to deal with this right now* Let's just get some sleep... maybe that's what you need. :/

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Sam: *continues to work, oblivious*

Celine: *grins when she thinks of something else, and she approaches Sam* Hey, I just had another idea... Moving all the X-WDs back into the ghettos is going to require a lot of funding... We might have to cut some of the soldiers' salaries for this...

Sam: Celine, I don't... I don't think that's a good idea - with Blood Puppet on the loose and taking out patrol teams without any effort, some men and women have ONLY their pay to look forward to... we should think of something else to cut. <:/

Celine: *walks around him, pulling out another small dart* There's nothing else we can cut... *jabs the dart into his arm this time (can't be leaving too many marks on one place)* We really SHOULD just cut their salaries... It's be easier.

Sam: *once more he's forced into a state of daze and confusion* ... maybe... maybe you're right... okay...

Celine: *puts a blank document on the desk in front of him* You should fill this out, then...

Sam: ... Mmkay... *he drowsily fills out the form, ensuring that all soldiers' salaries would be cut by an entire HALF*

Celine: *watches over his shoulder, satisfied. she waits until he's done, and takes the dart out of his arm, putting the document into the approved stack*

Sam: *it takes a while for the drug to wear off, in which he looks around the room, completely confused* ... Did I blank out...?

Celine: Just for a moment. You sure you're alright? <:/

Sam: Nooo... god-DAMN... that fracking HEADACHE came back... *rubs his temples*

Celine: Here, I'll go get you some painkillers. <:/ *goes out of the office to fetch the pills and a glass of water, coming back and setting it down in front of him*

Sam: Thank you... did I ever mention how helpful you are? DX

Celine: No, but thanks. ^^ It's my job, you know.

Sam: Yeah, well, thanks anyway... DX *he takes the pills, chugs down the water (he feels extremely thirsty as well and doesn't realize how much he drinks* jeez... maybe Sarah's right, maybe I SHOULD see a doctor...

Celine: *decides to act innocently* Sarah?

Sam: My fiance and long-time best friend. *excitedly* I proposed to her somewhat recently, too! :D

Celine: Wow, congratulations! :D I'm sure you two will do just great. ^^

Sam: Thanks! :D *he continues to work*

Celine: ^^ *goes back to doing her own work, trying to think of more things to mess with*

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