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 Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 2:41 pm
Coping mechanisms
The temptation to turn his phone back on and attempt to get the last word was severe. Jordan left the phone turned off and plugged in to charge, and took his bottle of whiskey upstairs to the roof, because he needed to be drunk and not airing his relationship problems on Twitter.
He sat against the wall of the stairwell and toasted the few stars he could see through the cloud cover. "There was a time that I thought I could maintain some ******** privacy," he told them, and tipped the bottle back.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 2:45 pm
Coping MechanismsCee hadn't seen Jordan face to face since he'd helped her with fighting that single spar. Of course twitter didn't count and was a horrible distortion of island life, but the drama was her life's blood. The roof was also her favorite spot so when she appeared, jammed the rock into the locking mechanism, she knew exactly where to scrounge for her own little bottle she kept stashed near an AC vent. "Hey there han'some." She bobbed, waving the small bottle of brown liquor in one hand and a rolled joint in the other.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 2:55 pm
Coping Mechanisms"Hey," Jordan answered, turning to wave at Cee. "I'm not drunk enough yet. That what I think it is?" He gestured at the joint. "So, come out to ask me embarrassing personal questions? At this point I figure it's all coming out anyway, so I may as well ******** spill the beans or Rep's going to tell everyone his version." He snorted and shook his head, but his eyes were sad, pained.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 3:01 pm
Coping Mechanisms"Never leave home witout it." Cee tucked the joint up behind her ear, hair bound in her scarf into a high mass that looked like a combination between a messy bun and a beehive. She wouldn't be so presumptuous to drink another man's liquor so she took a swig of her own bottle as she approached and eventually plopped down. "Ehhh, actually I don't think I need'a ask you much." She shrugged. "It's all been online. Details I'm pretty sure I can peice tagether." She was a tiny thing and no matter where she sat, her feet dangled. "I jus' don git it." She shrugged. "I git like.. threeway booty situation. I git... Harrison I guess. I don't git Rep tho. Like for commitment.. like what?" She tilted her head. Clearly aware that she was new and had missed years of details, "So then you figger it out and you git out.. but c'mon bro. You cool as ********. You know he's baitin you wit dat twitter s**t right?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 3:07 pm
"There was a time," Jordan said ruefully, repeating what he'd just told the uncaring sky, "when I thought I could get some ******** privacy. Been disabused of that notion, nice and hard." He took another mouthful of the liquor. "I know he's baiting me. I just -- if I let him tell the whole story, someone's going to believe it. Spin. PR." He laughed harshly. "It's half our fight and half not letting him make me look like more of an a*****e than I was. I was an a*****e, I'll admit that freely. But not that much of an a*****e." He looked out over the side, towards the training fields. "I miss him," he said. "I miss both of them, but nobody understands why I miss Rep. Harrison, you get, that's understandable. He's solid, he's faithful, he's, he's himself. Nobody gets Rep." He sighed. "I miss him."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 3:23 pm
"s**t I know all about PR." Cee motioned to herself. "Nine'y figh percent of what got me here is PR. Politics. Bullshit advertisin. But nobody gonna believe d**k-all Rep hasta say." The tropical air blew pleasantly and the womanly idly fussed a hand up into her large hair a moment before sipping her bottle again. "Errybody does wrong s**t. I ain't an expert on relationships but I hadda couple. Both sides are ******** but... after it's over you gotta cut off. It's hard here but this 'lets still talk and be friends' s**t don't really fly in close quarters. Nothing ends like'at. It just ******** draaaags." She motioned down at the tiny bodies sparring on the fields. "An now yer s**t is everyones business. An people bein like 'ok they broke up' is now poeple bein all nosey and opinionated in up in yer biz. Silence ain't guilt, yo. Silence is just ******** polite." It seemed appropriate that Cee, of all people, would have opinions and a lot to say. She of course seemed like the type to be a gossip hound but she also stood by a strict policy of self-pleasure. No one should affect anyone's happiness but themself. "I get it. I get the idea anyway." She was close enough to lean and bump Jordan supportively with her shoulder. "No one ever gits why I like the people I do. In school I dated the hot dudes... cause you had to." She winked, "PR. But after that.." Shrugs. She never stuck with one type, even with the people she'd been with on Deus. "But sometimes you gotta like body detach an lookit yerself and lookit them. Maybe put a friend in yer shoes and see how you'd view it. And see that maybe that person you miss isn't the actual person'at's there. It's this.." Her hand waved. "Idea of someone that's either so rare it's almost nonexistant... or maybe just this idea of that person that doesn't exist no more. They were this.. shinin thing you loved just in that moment. That one good moment."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 3:40 pm
"If I was anywhere else, I think I'd just," Jordan gestured with the bottle, then drank again before going on, "move on, cut off. Cut my losses. Try to find what's missing somewhere else, But here, you can't. They're here. I can't pretend I don't still love them. I can't avoid seeing them or working with them. Even if we never --" he swallowed hard, "even if it's over for good, sometimes we're going to have to work together and get along on a mission." He shrugged, forcibly pulling some composure back into place. "I dated the hot chicks. I was a great ornamental boyfriend. I knew how to be a good accessory." He studied her, serious and quiet, and said, finally, "Rep's an a*****e. He's sexist and shallow most of the time. There's a whole lot that's wrong with him, and what's wrong with him is that he thinks that what's wrong with him is what's right. He hates what he is and what he wants to be and he tries to be the polar opposite. But what's underneath, when he's not trying to be what he thinks he needs to be ..." He sighed, bit his lip. "Maybe that's what you just said, a shining ideal that doesn't really exist. But I see it, I feel it. Twitter, words, that's, that's his armor, the hard shell that hurts everyone else before they can hurt him. He's there. That's not him. He's there." Solemnly, he offered her the bottle. "If I'm delusional," he said, "at least I'm consistent, yeah?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 3:46 pm
"Yeah but.. you ain't on his VIP list anymore, babe." Cee frowned. "An you ain't got yer armor on. I think he took it, yo. Yer defense of what he's really like is only good when yer on the good side. After that.." Cee pulled her phone out from between her breasts, checked it, then sat it next to her. "After that you gotta git yer own armor. You gotta worry about you and not him and what he wants erryone to see or hear. You gotta work on yer own PR. Not some political grudge campaign."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 4:00 pm
Jordan tipped his head back against the wall, closing his eyes. "Thanks," he said quietly, and let the silence hang for a while, comfortable and strange all at once. Then, finally, "I'm working on it. Never did have a sense of me, as opposed to, y'know, that guy taking care of someone. Still figuring it out. Who I want to be." He opened one eye and looked sideways at her. "Guess any relationship I started was going to fail, without that, huh." The corner of his mouth pulled up in a lopsided smile. "You're a jewel, Cee. If I was into girls, I'd be panting after you, pretty sure."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 4:14 pm
"HA! Well thankya.. you wanna motorboat just ta try it out?" She literally held her tits up in offering, and they did look voluptuous and comfortable. "I always wanted ta try and turn a gay dude. I know y'all don't turn er whatever.." She rolled her eyes. "You should try though.." She finally said. "Gettin out there. Not like lookin fer a new beau, but there's tons'a new people alla time. You'd be surprised how easy it kin be ta avoid people when you got other things, other people ta keep ya occupied." Her legs kicked a bit where they hung, "Take some leave days. Ya know I'mma be plannin an NYC trip fer Nora, if you know her," she drank, "now that I'm allowed back there. She wantsta meet new people. Yer welcome along.. I was told ta bring as many people as I could."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 4:26 pm
Jordan blinked, then laughed, full and honest and genuinely amused. He drank again, then put the bottle down on the roof. "Sure, why not, worth a try," he said, and leaned over to loop an arm around her shoulders and press his face into her chest, his shoulders shaking with half-suppressed laughter. "Magnificent," he said mufflledly, "I mean, it's like, not my thing, but damn, girl, magnificent." After a few moments, he sat up, looking a little more relaxed. "If you need a retinue," he said, smiling, "I got nowhere else to be until next mission. Just let me know when."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 4:34 pm
Cee made a good show of it, a real professional about motorboating. She laughed herself because she really hadn't thought he'd agree. "Yaint get tits like these on any of the dudes around here. If yer lookin ta give the fairer sex a try, lemme know." Cee leaned a bit over the roof edge, looking to see if she was missing anything good before sinking back again. "Might be a month. I'mma bout to take leave but I promised a friend I'd go wit her. But I'll put you on the list. I promise it won't be... my kinda trip. We may even do museums an's**t. She's british er whatever and never been before so I wanna show her the sights."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 5:11 pm
"Only when weird s**t happens," Jordan agreed, still smiling. "I think mine were about that size. It was really ******** weird." He picked the whiskey back up, drank again, and smirked sideways at her. "I learned a few things abou anatomy for a couple of days." He leaned back against the wall, crossing his ankles lazily. "A friend, huh," he said meditatively. "I'm great with museums. I promise I'll sing your praises. And of your boobs, too. What friend is this? Do I get to know? I did splash my personal relationship drama all over Twitter, I feel like I should at least get a name out of this." He gave her a sweet, innocent smile. "I promise not to tell anyone whose a** has you mesmerized, my dear."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 5:31 pm
Cee's handling of the question wasn't out of the ordinary, "Paige.. you know the umm.. myfaceismyface person? On twitter? She's like only a month in. You met her?" Cee now put her bottle down, a nice warmth ebbing along her skin and making her mildly numb. The joint was pulled from her hair, held in mouth and lit. A few puffs and she leaned back. "Ain't no thing but she's mah girl." It certainly seemed to be a thing internally but Cee was doing well at ignoring it. It was a concerted effort to have fun without over thinking her infatuation. Calling Paige 'her girl' had as much meaning as calling Noemi or Ever 'her people'. Her dark eyes slid to Jordan and after a beat, she smiled and leaned in to him, "We're totally ******** though." She held a finger to her lips. "I ain't normally talk about my free time but I do know all yer business. You know when somebody got like all those things that really git ya goin?" Cee nodded. She offered him the joint. It smelled decent on the breeze.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 5:35 pm
"Not yet, but I'm sure I will. This place. What's her division?" Jordan flopped his free arm over Cee's shoulders, not minding the closeness. "I know," he agreed lazily, and accepted the joint, taking a long slow drag before handing it back and thinking of several people. "I know."
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