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 Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 5:16 pm
Roland hadn't gone after Tuck, and he hadn't gone to Nevada either. He had reason enough to believe it was Tuck who Nevada had cheated on him with, Candace had made sure to make it a point that he understood how out of line he had been and he had no intentions of making the same mistake twice.
Even so this didn't stop him from lingering around the training course early in the morning before the sun had even finished rising. Mist and dew still clinging to the ground. It was almost a nice morning if it wasn't for the knot in the bottom of his cut as he sat a top a pile of discarded practice targets waiting to see if Tuck would make his morning jog once again.
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 5:35 pm
Tuck had been doing his very best to avoid Roland for as long as humanly possible. He didn't want to have to look at the Mist, and he didn't want to have to talk to the Mist - partially because he'd told Nevada he wouldn't, but mostly because his fist ached to become personal with the front of Roland's face.
Granted, it hadn't done Nevada great personal harm. There'd been a bruise, one that had lasted for a few days. No big deal, really. Fear shields were amazing things and were capable of dealing with a shitload of damage before breaking.
No, Tuck just couldn't stand the type of man who would lift a hand in anger towards a woman.
The morning that Roland was waiting for Tuck, the Moon wasn't on his jog. He was actually on his way to the field so that he could get some practice in. When he caught sight of Roland, Tuck paused and crossed his arms over his chest. He kept his distance. He did not approach.
Fury rolled off of his tall, wide frame in waves.
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 5:42 pm
In a way they had both done exactly the same thing; avoided the problem and let it simmer, heat, and grow. Finally to a point where one of them broke first and went to find the other.
So here they finally where, Roland could see Tuck standing in the distance arms crossed. Everything about him indicated irritation, rage, and anger. Roland himself was a hunched over mass of brooding anger of his own.
<< Roland... >>
< Don't start Silvya, I know. >
The weapon grew quiet as Roland slid off the targets walking towards the moon hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. It didn't take long to close the distance between them till he had to start tilting his head to look at Tuck's face properly.
"It was you, am I right?" His voice was for the most part level but the edge of bitterness could be heard lingering behind each word.
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 5:46 pm
Tuck didn't move as Roland approached. If need be, it wouldn't take him long to summon Herryk to hand. It wouldn't take long to strike. He was already playing the actions out in his mind.
"What was me?"
Tuck wasn't going to admit to a damn thing. He wasn't going to let Roland insinuate anything. He wanted to hear the other man say the words, words he knew had to be bitter on Roland's tongue.
Herryk was also taking a keen interest in what the Mist had to say. Ghouls were meant to be cared for, protected, looked after, loved. Not hit. Not broken. Not battered.
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 5:49 pm
Roland didn't break eye contact, he continued to look at Tuck even as the other hunter forced him to say the very thing he didn't want to have to outright say.
"You're the one she cheated with."
He let it hang for a moment, Sylvia practically on edge in the back of his head in fear she might be misused again, the other half of her hoping this would end without either weapon being summoned. Fist clenched inside his pockets Roland hadn't moved yet, but the temptation was ever lingering.
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 6:16 pm
The corner of Tuck's mouth lifted in a shitty, smug little smile - the movement was so slight that it was nearly impossible to detect.
"I'm the one who cheated with?"
Was he being cocky?
Absolutely.
Was he being a d**k?
Certainly.
"You gonna have to elaborate."
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 6:19 pm
"Nevada you arrogant son of a b***h."
What ever resemblance of calm and level he had quickly died at how Tuck was talking down to him.
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 7:32 pm
The second that Nevada's name passed Roland's lips, Tuck's cocky smile grew about a million watts.
"You know, usually I'm real good about not markin' a woman when I'm with her. Usually I'd be real sorry about spendin' time with another man's woman, too - an' if things had ended differently, I'd be standin' right here right now with nothin' but apologies for you."
That smile turned into a snarl, fierce and full of fathomless anger.
"An' then you had to go an' hit her, like some sorta little b***h."
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 7:42 pm
Roland didn't move, he listened to Tuck, every word, every remark. Fist twisting and clawing at the palm of his hands with every word. Then the smug look dropped, replaced with the anger deep and endless.
"I spent my time, trying to help her. I was in the pods with her, trying to find a way to wake her sister up. I was there after each mission, every fight, everything."
At this point he looked down, "The ruins, the brush with Death and her waking up at four in the morning in a panic." His eyes shifted up again catching Tuck's with just as much anger.
"She apologized, and I'm not proud of what I did, but since I'm not worth caring about, ever caring about, that her twin means the world to her and that some how justifies sleeping with you. After finally finding something to care about on this island besides not dying she tells me I'm nothing, that I was being used and I'm supposed to roll over again and just accept that?"
His eyes locked on Tuck again his hands slipping from his pockets fingers flexing and clenching tight again, "So yes, I made a mistake, but don't you dare act like you some saint in this whole story."
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 7:55 pm
"I already said, if things had ended up different, you'd have my apology. I ain't no saint. Never said I was. An' it's real sweet to make yourself out to be some kinna martyr. But you gonna hit a woman instead of just steppin' away an' thinkin' about it - an' you know what?"
Tuck unfolded his arms and relaxed them at his side, loose and limber.
"I ain't sayin' what I did - what Nevada did - was right. But you ever stop to think that a woman like that got needs? It ain't all about bein' there, helpin' her out. It's about listenin' to her. Takin' her mind offa things. Givin' her hope. Treatin' her like a woman."
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 8:10 pm
"Well I screwed that up didn't I? It's a bit hard to think when the person you care about is ripping you apart on every level they can come up with."
He could only watch as Tuck relaxed, arms loose and pulled back as if daring him to take a swing. The moon hunter reeked of self assurance and pride and it only made Roland more frustrated.
It was the last part that got to him the most, treating her like a women. The implication made his face turn a shade of red and the anger swell even more.
"Oh I'm sure you did that just fine now haven't you? I listened, I talked to her, but apparently I'm not qualified because I don't have a twin. Tell me, is your twin just as big a sleeze bag as you are?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 8:26 pm
Tuck wanted to reach out and wrap his big hands right around Roland's scrawny little ******** neck. He wanted to dig his thumbs into the other man's eye sockets until they turned to mush. Snap his neck like a ******** chicken bone. Tuck wasn't usually a violent man, but there was just something about the little cocksucker that stood before him - it rubbed him in all the wrong ******** ways.
All the wrong ******** ways.
"This is what I'm talkin' about. Nothin' but a b***h. Can't hold yourself accountable for s**t. Couldn't have been that you just wasn't man enough to handle a woman like Nevada. Couldn't have been that she wasn't gettin' what she needed from you. Course not. Now you want to bring my sister into this, and she ain't even done nothin' to you. Not a damn thing."
Tuck's big hands formed loose fists, and there was something homicidal deep in his eyes.
"You lucky. You lucky I told Nevada that I wouldn't ******** with you. I wouldn't come after you. You lucky that I'm more of a man than you ever gonna be - and that's even after makin' the mistakes I made since comin' here. I ain't sayin' that gettin' close to Nevada was a mistake. It wasn't. Poachin' on someone else's woman, that ain't how I usually function."
He was furious.
"She was hurtin'. She needed somethin' that you wasn't capable of givin' her."
Tuck smiled. It wasn't pretty.
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 8:41 pm
There was a small sense of pride in seeing those fists form in Tuck's hands. It was a guilty pride it was wrong but it was some minor re-payment for what he had gone through.
"Fine. I failed, I failed Nevada, I failed Rep, I failed Candace, I've failed just about everyone at this point because of what I did. Sorry to your sister, but I was curious if being an a** ran in the family so I'd know better."
Roland stood a bit taller looking at Tuck, so Nevada had given him some ounce of immunity, he wasn't sure if he should thank her or be insulted at the whole thing. He had done stupider things in the past, he had called out Rep and managed to keep his arm by a stroke of divine luck. He beat Tuck once, if it came to blows it was the closest thing to a fair fight he would ever have.
The smile only caused Roland to frown, "Keep bragging scum bag, beat your chest all you want, makes you a real big man too. Just remember who won last time before you go bragging about how god damn great you are."
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 8:54 pm
"You keep on talkin', keep on feelin' sorry for yourself. What you should be doin' is apologizin' to everyone you just listed - everyone you apparently failed. I got no ********' clue what you're goin' on about."
Tuck forced his hands to relax. He should probably walk away round about now, but he didn't. Not yet.
"I ain't ********' braggin', but I am spittin' truth. You call me a scumbag, must make you feel real good about s**t. You gonna throw a lost spar up in my face, s'fine too. An' you know what? s**t gets real on the battlefield? I'd still cover your ********' a**. Even after all this s**t you're talkin'."
He paused.
"Because I am the bigger man. Ain't gotta brag. Ain't gotta beat my chest."
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 9:01 pm
"All but one, I don't thing Nevada deserves one right now."
"Screw you're Truth, it was better here when everyone just lied through their teeth about each other until that stupid party with the ring." The battlefield comment made his skin crawl at that point.
"No, you aren't big, you're just some guy who screwed my ex and thinks that makes him better then me, like a real damn gentlemen that makes you."
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