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 Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 4:42 pm
Otto blearily opened his eyes to the bright white around him. A hand came up to shield his vision, his shoulder feeling raw and sore to move. WHat had happened again... He sparred with Rep, and blacked out. And now he was...
In the infirmary. How'd he get here?
"The ********> Otto grumbled as he lifted himself up to sit. Like Hell he'd spend another waking moment in the infirmary. The second he had a chance he'd split.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 4:55 pm
Ro was in... slightly better shape then Otto, for whatever that was worth. When the other hunter started to stir Ro simply looked over from his own bed raising his good right arm to wave, "You've been out for a bit... what got you sent here?" He sounded dull, bored, possibly just a whole lot of depressed when he first spoke.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 5:01 pm
Otto turned his head to find Ro, wincing at the strain in his shoulder. "Uh.. spar." He replied, a hand brushing lightly on the now bandaged shoulder. Damn, he hit him pretty damn hard. Even with a hunter's healing capabilities it had been a nasty blow.
"You?" He didn't actually care or anything. He just may as well make nice until he made a break for it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 5:04 pm
He looked down at his own bandage wrapped over his shoulder, running down to the middle of his chest brown eyes seeming somewhat distant before offering only half a shrug on his right side.
"I made a stupid decision. Then Rep happened."
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 5:08 pm
Otto blinked, his blonde brows furrowing. "Rep? You too? Dang, that dude's on a roll." He commented despite himself, huffing and leaning back on his pillows. Ouch, that was a bit too quick. He winced, gingerly fussing with his shoulder.
"Or a rampage, I guess.."
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 5:10 pm
Ro's eyes shifted down looking at his hands clasped on his lap as he seemed to daze in and out of thought. "Yeah... I kind of... started that." He looked over a bit to the side with his eyes to the other boy. "I challenged him... sort of. I thought he likes fighting, we could spar, talk about... well it was personal stuff..." He sighed, "I'm sorry that you got dragged into his whole... warpath."
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 5:19 pm
Otto's flat gaze rested on the other trainee with a look of disinterest, as his gaze often seemed to be.
How exactly did Ro incur Rep's wrath? While not hard to do, it was all a matter of what trigger set him off. The Scottish brute seemed normal as far as Otto could tell. Rep was always abrasive and mouthy, after all.
"You... wanted to talk to Rep.. about personal crap?" he asked incredulously, looking at Ro as if he were very, very stupid.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 5:47 pm
Brown eyes shifted away again for a moment before Ro shifted on his pillow to look at Otto proper. "It's a long story... I figured it was soemthing that he usually enjoys doing, fighting it might make him less... I don't know. It was a mistake and I don't want to think about it all that much."
He paused for a moment, "So how did you end up fighting him? Did he just pick you out and say 'lets go?' and beat you aroudn?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 5:54 pm
"Well that was dumb." Otto said bluntly. He wasn't beating around the bush on that bit of information. And if Ro wanted to let it go, Otto wasn't going to stop him.
"Huh? No, I was out there trainin' anyway. He sassed me and I sassed back. Then we duked it out. I just happened to lose." Otto replied, uncomfortably shifting in place. "Probably barked up the wrong tree. His weapon is ********' nasty."
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 6:44 pm
"Yeah I noticed." Somewhere beside his bed his phone buzzed again pointing out more tweets where appearing on the network. Picking up the phone he looked at it a cross look appearing on his brow.
"That weapon is probably the 'nicest' part of Rep if you ever met it..." Without warning Roland took his phone tapping a message before tossing it across the room against the wall causing it to bounce around furiously.
"I hate this place." He mumble rolling over onto his side again.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 6:50 pm
Otto watched his phone go flying with mild fascination before his gaze drifted back to the curled up form of Ro.
"Sup? Never been beat up in a spar?" He asked flatly, "Suck it up, buttercup."
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 6:52 pm
"It's not the spar that's the ******** point..." He muttered still looking the other way curling his legs closer to his chest. "It's what he did after, what he's been doing, what he will do."
<< Ro you're taking this too personally... >>
< Shut up I don't want to hear a word from you either. >
The weapon fell silent as Ro continued to look the other way. "He wants to be a monster fine, let him... I'm done with this. All of it." It seemed like he was rambling at this point as he adjusted his pillow.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 6:55 pm
"Huh? I don't get it. What'd he do after that's got yer boxers ina bunch?" It wasn' like Otto cared, but he couldn't exactly leave yet.
Then again.. wasn't Rep gay? Oh.. did he like... do... things?
Oh my.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 7:01 pm
"It doesn't matter, he can die in a fire for all I care right now. He's a psycho, he's a p***k, and I'm done trying to deal with it. I hope Jordan's happy cleaning up his ******** messes..."
With that he rolled back over hissing as he reached with his left hand gabbing the curtain that hung between them tugging it to block the view.
It seemed Otto's new roommate was done for the day.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 7:04 pm
Well Ro was sure damn sensitive. He was annoying on Twitter too. The closing of the curtains was just fine with Otto. He shrugged, not having to deal with his whiny sass anymore.
Now to see about an escape plan...
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