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 Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 12:27 pm
The island was hot. Too ******** hot. He'd tried taking a walk and had gotten severely sunburned for his troubles. He was used to the Nevada desert and night time. In Vegas there was nothing much to do during the day short of sleeping and cleaning the casino, he'd forgotten how easy it was to burn.
At least this shithole had one place that was still air conditioned, the fake him knew about the labs and knew that he was permitted inside them, so that was where he ended up.
After wandering around for a while, checking the place out, he'd come across a room full of huddled miniature creatures of varying appearance. They were all ******** tiny though, incomparable to Mass and the other tigers he'd had.
Still, they were entertaining in their own pathetic way, and he pulled over a chair to sit down and watch them, taking a long drag on the cigarette he'd brought in with him. Smoking at least made him feel better about how ******** horrendous and deprived life here actually was.
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 12:47 pm
Melvin did not like the heat. It didn't get that hot up north in Maine, and while he liked actually SEEING the sky for once while on the island, the lack of fog had brought the evils of searing sun and muggy temperatures. It really did feel like a island out there, and without AC in his room, Melvin was both cranky and miserable. He couldn't get away with wearing sweaters or anything more covering than before, and had dragged out his heavy-metal t-shirts and with the sort of surrender in knowing his neck mark would be showing, he put the t-shirt on, grabbed his tablet, and headed to the labs.
He had been lingering in the Infirmary while labs from the morning switched to allow his turn to take the shared lab, and he opened the door, glad to look forward to having a cool lab to himself.
What he saw was a mop of red sitting in a chair and -
"You can't smoke here." He huffed, shutting the door behind him, setting his tablet on the counter, and walking straight over to try and grab the cigarette from Rep's mouth. "Are you crazy?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 1:02 pm
It had to be said, that in the general scheme of s**t that Rep was expecting, having ******** Melvin storm in and grab a cigarette out of his mouth was not even on the radar. If it had been he might have punched the blonde man right in the face or tried. As it was, he stared in shock and surprise, initially that anyone would dare, and then secondly at the fact that this shitty kingdom even had a Melvin. Memories ebbed to the surface from his false life and clarified that yes, it did, and that he was rather different from the moneyspinner that was their key royal blue manufacturer.
"Aye I ******** can." he snarled, getting to his feet and standing to his full height. "In fact just ******** was. Now give it back before I have to ******** tan your hide. You don't know who you are dealing with darling."
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 1:15 pm
Now that Melvin was standing in front of him, the Lifer was shocked to see how different Rep looked. Physically, he was the same, but his attire! It didn't looked as if a color-blind drunk reject from the 70s dolled him up. Not only that, but his hair wasn't as wild as it usually was, maintained to be rather tame, and his facial hair was trimmed. Was - Was his nailed clean??
Melvin just stared a moment, wondering if the heat had gone to his head and he was actually passed out on the sidewalk outside of the labs, but he was indeed here. The 'darling' while looking like that was enough to bring him back to reality - however strange it was.
Walking over, he turned on the sink and threw the cigarette there to be doused. "You can't do anything in the labs, Rep. You know it. I know it. They'll pod you if you start anything. Anyways, I've seen that stock room you have. Do you even have room in there for another hide?" He jabbed, picking up the wet cigarette and throwing it in the trash before washing his hands.
"Why are you all dressed up? Is Jordan or Harrison taking you somewhere?" Was he dressed up to go on leave??
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 1:25 pm
Rep patiently watched Melvin ruin the perfectly good cigarette. In blue kingdom he had to tolerate a lot of s**t from the other man, mostly because unlike other people he couldn't simply throw him out of an upper story window - he was expensive. The other him might have been annoyed, the queen was not. He even considered lighting up another one just to effortlessly defy the other man, but instead found himself considering other avenues than winding him up.
"I'm not dressed up." he said with a curl of his lip. "This outfit was the best that I could find given the limited and disastrous extent of the closet in false me's closet. Most of it was positively despicable. No I'm not dressed up, I'm dressed down, about several thousand dollars at least below the point where I would consider myself even fit to clean a bathroom. But there isn't much ******** choice around here."
He slunk over to Melvin with an almost predatory edge. "As for what I can and can't do, I'm a Queen. The Underboss. I'm used to doing whatever I want."
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 1:37 pm
Melvin stood, listening and hearing what was becoming a stranger and stranger conversation with the ex-Sun. He was insulting his own taste in clothes? Was considering what he was wearing dressed down? Was acting as if he actually HAD several thousand dollars, let alone enough to afford the wardrobe he was describing? Melvin wasn't sure if he wanted to keep Rep away from whatever chemicals he was huffing or keep him exposed to it constantly to allow him to maintain such an appearance.
It was the little titles that caused him to try and piece things together. False me? Queen? Underboss? Why did these things seem familiar?
Confused and showing it, he just regarded Rep as he came over. Predatory looks were here and there with Rep, so it was otherwise ignored. "A Queen?" Rep didn't like pointing out he was gay, so stating he was a Queen was a bit out there.
"False-me? What are you even talking about?" He stepped closer and looked up at his eyes to see if they were dilated. "You should come with me to the Infirmary."
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 2:31 pm
Rep smirked toothily. "Aye. Queen. The queen." Queen of blue kingdom, ruler of all he surveyed, prime catch of this island. And bored. Bored with far too much time to kill and no way of getting home.
When Melvin moved closer however, he didn't take it as concern for his sanity, or anything as innocent, he took it as only this version of Rep could - and swept the other hunter up in a dramatic romantic embrace. "Why do we need to go to the infirmary?" he crooned. "What's wrong with right here?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 3:07 pm
The Queen? Rep always had a sort of self-inflated image to himself, usually a front, while at the same time putting himself down in other ways. Talking himself up to something big wasn't strange, but using a term like Queen seemed a bit too ...openly flamboyant for the ginger. Then again, what was Melvin to say what stupid term Rep would call himself, and he took the title as strange, eye-roll worthy, but also nipping at something important he couldn't think of right now.
When he had been inspecting Rep's eyes to see if they were dilated or moving in an odd way, checking for signs to see if he was under some sort of unknown stimuli, Rep decided to give him a bit of his own by grabbing him up in a sweeping motion and up against him.
The last conversation they really had was their fight and somewhat loose term of truce back during kitchen duty, and Melvin had admitted to Rep that he could tolerate being touched if the person was tidy and clean - and in certain time frames. Rep currently was just that, but this was a bit far for testing out if Rep could touch him or not without freaking out. However, he couldn't freak out too much or else the overly-sensitive brute would throw a hissy fit and Melvin would go back to ******** up by being insensitive.
What he went for was pressing his hands on Rep's chest and trying to keep him at a distance. "Whoa. I didn't know you were this eager to touch me." Rep had said he would test out the theory if he could touch Melvin, but the guy was going full force and in a way that was both a too close to comfort and probably Rep being a d**k with his kind of tactless humor.
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 3:43 pm
Melvin, conveniently didn't actually argue too much. Of course he wouldn't, he was in the arms of one of the blue triumvirate, the armcandy of Protection. Even if this hollow cowardly version of himself was just a mere echo of his glory, it would be sufficient.
"You have good ******** hair in this kingdom." he purred huskily. "You need to lighten up in every ******** kingdom, bunny-boy. I should help."
And without paying attention to Tracey absolutely freaking out, he closed the distance to foist a kiss upon the truly unfortunate Melvin.
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 3:56 pm
Kingdom?
Queen. Kingdom......I remember those terms. It was like that dream.
"Bunny-boy?"
He remembered himself, adorn in a blue hoodie and black hair, all floating in a dream.
"You mean -"
Just as Melvin was starting to piece everything together, he felt the hands at his back draw him back up and press him lip to lip. The contact of what was a embrace - or what Melvin had thought was a very intimate hug, was already a bit too much for the usually wider-than-normal bubble of personal space Melvin liked to keep at all times.
The kiss was miles too far from the tolerated comfort zone and the fledgling trust in touching that Melvin had just given Rep permission during the last time they met. Melvin had given Rep a inch, and the man went with a lead foot and took miles in that instant. It wasn't JUST a kiss either where lips just pressed. Rep invaded his mouth, pressing a tongue through his lips and bringing with it the taste of ash and the aftertaste of melted chocolate. Melvin could feel the contrast of cold metal from Rep's lip jewelery against his own, and while trying not to engage in the actually tongue or take part in the kiss, was also trying to block any further advances from the interloping tongue and locked lips.
Ever fiber of his being tensed as a shiver of shock and disgust raced up his back and every red-swirling alarm in his mind screamed at the unwelcome surprise. Rin was the only person who kissed him here, and he had enjoyed her brand of toothpaste and felt comforted by her dental hygiene routine to actually welcome that intimacy they shared. Rep he did not know. He didn't know if Rep flossed, if he even brushed three times a day, or what he tended to eat. He didn't know if Rep even brushed his tongue, if he used mouth wash, and not to mention the fact that kissing Rep would in turn mean he was kissing 3 guys at once and sharing whatever saliva was exchanged between them. (He couldn't even begin to think about whatever oral activities Rep could have been up to with his boyfriends and additional fluids now being passed around).
Not only that, but Rep was his friend. One of the closest people he knew on the island and possibly ever, and kissing him was just plain weird (despite whatever eye-candy appearance he now was in). He had shared and trusted Rep to admit why he was tense around being touched, and then given Rep that sort of permission to go ahead and touch him, but this had gone too far too fast that he felt just outright attacked. The lack of control in all of this not only angered him, terrified him, but it hurt him as well.
The barrel of Saliva was pressed against Rep and the trigger pulled. If Rep didn't react, he'd be shot at again and again.
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 4:18 pm
It felt good to be powerful, infallible. Nothing could dent his unshakable self confidence and he wore arrogance like a defiant armour. Melvin's resistant reaction didn't bother him or even deter him, as far as he was concerned, if the other hunter really objected, he'd bite him. Anything else was just playing hard to get.
Tracey was furious her voice cold and harsh.
deserve them.>
Being shot was a bit of a surprise though, and a little more severe than he was used to. He reeled, staggered, tangled his legs in a chair and toppled over with a clatter. "Overreaction much darling?" he snorted, laughing to himself on the floor. "I know I'm good, I didn't know I was that ******** good."
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 4:35 pm
Shaking and weak in the knees from the overall overload of the invasion, Melvin raced over to the nearest sink and turned on the water on full blast. His other hand still pointed the gun at Rep's direction, prepared to fire again to keep him away from him and his mouth.
"I KNEW something was wrong with you! You think you are that guy from the dream place. The kingdom where you shot a tiger and killed me." He tilted his head, slurping up the water and spitting it out. He did this once more, swirling the water in his mouth before quickly spitting it out.
"You really do need to go to the Infirmary, Rep. You got into something in the labs, didn't you? Ahhh! Why did you have to smoke before doing that!" He whined. The taste of chocolate, ash, and violation was disgusting, and reaching over, he dabbed a blob of hand soap on his hand, filled his cupped hands with water, and poured the soapy water into his mouth, gurgling it and spitting it out before rinsing it out with a few more mouthfuls of clean water. He regretted not keeping mouthwash in the labs with him at all times.
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 7:14 pm
Rep slowly got up from the floor, in no hurry, lazily sweeping his clothing of any dust and straightening it out meticulously. "I don't think. I know. Though what I know is this world, this kingdom is the ******** fake one. No mine."
He shrugged. "I smoked because I wanted to. You should be ******** honoured, no everybody gets to smooch the Queen."
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 8:10 pm
He rinsed his mouth one last time, spitting out the water before wiping his mouth dry. It still tasted like soap, but it was better than the flavor from before.
"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, but it's wrong. I was given a dream too about your world. Where the other me was in and got murdered. So if you think it's real, I should just shoot you full of holes and watch you bleed out like you watched me bleed out. You were such a great Queen." He huffed as he turned around to address the man.
"And you're not a great kisser. That was oral assault, and you taste bad. Try a mint next time."
Great. Now he had to think of what to do with Rep when he thought he was another person. Melvin doubted he could restrain him and he doubted he could trick him into going into the Infirmary if he believed he was someone else. Telling a Queen that he was ordered to see a doctor probably wouldn't work. Could he trick him and say his king was in the Infirmary?
"Though, you're not the only person talking like that. Heard someone talking about being a King too in the Infirmary. Bet you all drank something experimental." He hoped that worked.
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 6:24 pm
Rep grinned defiantly, undaunted by Melvin's disgust. "I know I'm a good kisser, you just must have really ******** terrible taste, no my fault. Also, that wasn't ******** me. I didn't watch you bleed out. The you in my world was my ******** buddy, no my problem the me in this world is an absolute c**t." He smirked lopsidedly "And if the taste of a real man is too much for you, I can't help you with that either, you need to calm your tits."
However, his expression changed at the mention of someone else delusional in the infirmary. It could be his Harrison, alone and confused, maybe he'd woken up too. He brightened, excited and eager. "Really?!"
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