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 Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 6:54 pm
Solomon was at least clean now with Peyton giving him a hand in cleaning up his clothing - as fun as it was to be dirty being cleaned up was a nice change - which meant it was now slightly more prudent for him to be invading other people's space on purpose.
Rather than on accident or something. Oops.
But that did mean that Solomon could now purposely go and harass his neighbor about that smell he had coming through the wall and it was with that in mind he was rapping on Dorian's door. Mostly because he was about to ask if he could bum some of that intoxicating tobacco smell.
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 2:28 pm
There was a knock on his door.
He had actually gotten very used to figuring out who was knocking on his door recently, (and admittedly, he was starting to consider just leaving it open at all times, since he now had a handful of people who just waltzed in,) especially if it was either the monster to his left or his broseph to his right.
Lifting himself up from his bed, he took a long drag of the cigarette he had decided to sacrifice (it wasn't an emergency he was just withdrawing and ugh, worse feeling,) before opening the door, giving a smirk to the visored man who stood before him. Leave it to Sol to help him break the boredom this evening.
"Bon soir, Sol, w'at brings you to ma chambre, you smell like a lot of soap." He teased lightly, before taking a few steps backwards to allow the taller man in to his little abode.
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 5:44 pm
Solomon loomed in the doorway briefly.
"Yeah, I smell like that because I washed my clothes in the sink so I wouldn't smell like dirt." If one checked, he also smelled like lady's deodorant (powder fresh, gasp). It wasn't a bad smell to be rocking.
"And to be fair, my room smells like..." he paused, reaching out to brush a finger in the direction of the cigarette the french-Canadian had, "and man, that's such a bad vice to taunt me with." It had taken him forever to quit and smelling it just had him going GIVE GIVE GIVE GIVE.
And if Aren was gonna fix his lungs and s**t, hey, why not.
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 6:38 pm
"'Ow pretty." He quipped a little playfully to the man, as he wandered in to the french man's room. Raising his eyebrow a little, "So you 'ad a fight avec the mud? Seems to be 'appening to everyone but me." He teased softly, before noticing where Sol was looking, taking his smoke out of his mouse to peer at it, exhaling a long stream of smoke from his nose.
Normally, he would have told whomever wanted his smokes, he would have told them to get the ******** out and screw themselves - a minor nicotine dependency issue meets the fact that no one could get off the island in order to pick up cigarettes, meant that he was literally counting the smokes he had left. Currently, with the one in his mouth, he had nine left. But, this was Sol, and he was looking mighty needy at this time. On top of the whole 'no one can really do much', what else was there to do?
They couldn't even go do some bullshit stunts after a certain time of day.
"'Hmm." He paused, before going in to his back pocket and throwing the package at him, eyebrows raising a little. "'Ow is it said, You're in luck? I 'ave a spare or two if you need to get a fix. I know 'ow it is to be smokeless." He admitted, offering his lighter also.
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 6:57 pm
"Peyton was the one fightin' in th'mud, I just ended up getting dragged into it." Sort of on his own, sort of not. It had been a group effort to fight in the mud (and accidentally seduce 18 year olds in it, oops.) "Promise yer not missin' much." Solomon added as he leaned against the back of the (now closed) door, folding his arms thoughtfully.
He caught the pack as it was tossed to him, knowing fully well how hard it was to just hand something over to someone else when you needed it just as badly as they did, like Dorian, Solomon knew exactly how many painkillers he had and they all burned into his mind with desperate need and also taunting of running out any day. It was going to be the first pick me up he grabbed once he got off the rock.
Taking out only one of the sticks, he tossed the package back to his neighbor, "Just one, never know if ye'll need th'rest." Never the less, Solomon took the lighter from him, clicking it on to light up the one cigarette he'd taken and inhaling slowly.
Every synapse in his brain suddenly lit up as if to say Where have you been.
"God, that tastes nice."
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 9:04 pm
"Peyton?" He voiced out a little curiously, which, sounded really odd with his accent, since the 'ton' was elongated. A name he wasn't aware of, but he couldn't care much for it at this time, nor would he really bring it up again, unless Sol talked about her further. To each his own, as they would say. "Well, I 'ope you didn't get too messy."
Catching the box of cigarettes, he couldn't help but chortle a little at the man's reaction, going to take a drag from his cigarette on his lips, breathing the smoke out slowly, as if savouring what he could from this cigarette.
"It's the only vice I couldn't shake, admittedly." He stated to Sol, before going to flop on his bed, looking up to the man. "'ow is Deus doing for you, since I 'elped you wake up?"
May as well catch up.demon_pachabel This one is literally a lazy rp we can finish whenever.
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