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 Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 9:37 am
“FREEDOM!” he said cheerfully to… well no one really as he finally was allowed to escape the confines of the Infirmary. He at worst felt like he had a scratchy throat at this point and that was a lot more livable than sounding like he’d been trying to impersonate a bullfrog. Freedom of course, came with its own costs though, he had to talk to Otto eventually, and probably that would mean apologizing for being Stupid. He hadn’t intended at all to risk Otto’s life, but… So… he sent a text //Out from lock down, tell me if you want to talk Tattoos.// It was about the safest thing he could think to send just in case someone else grabbed the phone, everyone had to know he did tattoos now… right? bittiface I had no idea what to call this RP...so here we go
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 9:43 am
Otto walked and texted through the hallway, replying to Zac's message without really paying attention to who he was going to run into. Halfway through a reply, he stumbled into Zac. What luck. As if it were destiny. Thankfully, Otto's walking had really been more of a slow shuffling, and did not cause any kind of high speed collision damage. At worst it was a low speed bumper car accident. The young man looked up, and up, to find Zac was right there. Wait, why was Otto in the Life department? He'd forgotten. Maybe it was a short cut to get somewhere. "Oh, hey. Just got your text." He erased his own message, since it was no longer required. "Right so... tattoos?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 1:17 pm
“Yea… um, Tattoos!” He said stuffing his phone back into his pocket and trying not to look as though this were still awkward as hell. “You were going to do some sketches, thought we might, take a walk around the island and talk about them?” He offered. “Tattoos can be really personal after all.” He added with a tight-lipped smile. “If you aren’t busy I mean, yeah.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 1:22 pm
While Zac seemed flustered, and awkwardly fumbled with communicating; Otto in contrast seemed vacant and tired. "Oh yeah. I got them in my bag." He replied, his gaze dropping to look past Zac. They could walk around. He could use the fresh air, that was for sure. He gave a shrug, and waved his hand down the hall; he wanted Zac to lead the way. "S'cool. M'not busy. Let's walk n' talk." He didn't like going home anymore. Home was stiff; suffocating; scary. It was no longer his own.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 1:47 pm
There was something ‘off’ in Otto’s face that gave him pause, he really didn’t know what it was, but it was there, that something was wrong, had gone wrong, and it was too easy to jump to the idea it was his fault. “s**t.” He said softly and rubbed the back of his neck. “… I… I’d offer to share some of the booze in my room but, yeah. I think we don’t need any of that.” He cleared his throat and played with one of the pendants around his neck, tugging at it and then twisting it between his fingers. “You don’t look so hot… and I’m the one who was in there.” He added jerking a thumb back to where he’d been till late.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 2:15 pm
Booze got them into a big mess, and Otto was holding to his new resolution; no more than one drink a day. Or week. Or month. "Oh right.." Zac had just been released, it seemed. He'd almost forgotten how badly injured the man had been. "Sorry.. maybe you ain't feelin up for it." He almost dismissed Zac's concern for his well being; focussing on the other man's recovery instead. "I'm um... it's complicated."
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 2:32 pm
"I'm fine." He said firmly, a rigidity in his voice that hadn't been there a moment before. "You don't look like you are though. I got time for complicated if you need to talk." He glanced away and folded his arms for a moment and then added. "Probably my fault anyhow."
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 2:46 pm
"Not everythin' is your fault; just cause it happened to me." It took two to tango, whether they remembered or not. "It's Maebe.." He admitted with hesitation. "She's onto me, and she's... gone really kinda... scary."
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 3:04 pm
"Well, that's still KIND of my fault." He said and rubbed the back of his neck. Kind of wasn't the first word he was thinking for who's fault it was, but it would do. "I'm taking it from your face it's... not the good kind of scary. Are we looking at... murder you in your sleep, scary or...hard core Dominatrix stomping you in high heels scary?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 3:10 pm
"Like... something wearing Maebe as a second skin, scary." Otto murmured. He decided this needed a brief history lesson. "Maebe used to be.. calculated. Like she was acting one way just to get somethin' from you... sort of thing." The way she'd been then was just child's play to what he would deal with now. "Wehn we started goin' together, I tried to bring her out of her shell.. cause I was convinced the real her wasn't what she played at. And I thought I won, yanno? I thought.. she was sweet underneath." He'd felt so badly, betraying her. She'd been so sweet, and so in love. But then.. "I been actin' distant, cause I can't hide s**t to save my life. She caught on, and tested me.. I guess I failed. Now... she's tellin' me what I gotta do, when I gotta do it. How to act. She got this look in her eyes that say if I stray from her plans, she'll chop me into fish food." That was an understatement as well. Why he was terrified of her, he wasn't sure. Maybe it was the guilt that made him stay. Maybe it was for Cami's sake. "I feel like she's tyin' puppet strings into my skin."
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 4:03 pm
He ran a hand through his hair… stomach in knots. “s**t man.” He sighed. “… And this is better than flat out telling her?” He glanced back To Otto with a worried look on his face. He opened his mouth to say something but didn’t finish it, closing it instead on the comment that wanted to escape about ‘text book abusive.’ Classic error… feeling it wasn’t his place to say anything. But maybe it legitimately wasn’t. “I…” He started to add more but stopped again. “Wish I could help.” It wasn’t the original thought, not by a long shot but there had to be something to add to the gap, the uncomfortable silence of guilt. “If you found sweet in there, I’d bet it’s still there…I don’t know.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 4:13 pm
"I dunno if it's better or not... I'm not real sure why she's mad at me. Cause I won't touch her, maybe she thinks I ain't into her anymore." It wasn't true. He found her attractive. He found her sassy self amusing, endearing. When it came to love, he doubted himself. He didn't trust his own heart. "Sweet talkin' her won't work. She'd sniff out the bullshit." Even if he meant it, it wouldn't work now. Maebe seemed to be convinced he wanted out, even if that wasn't it. Actually, Otto wasn't terribly certain of what Maebe was after. He ran his hands through his hair, breathing out a pained sigh. "I wonder if talkin' to her will even work anymore... God, I feel trapped. I just..." He huffed through gritted teeth. "I dunno what to do." If this was all happening because Maebe thought he didn't love her anymore, how bad would it be if he admitted he'd cheated on her? Worse. Definitely worse. His stomach churned painfully. "I can't stir s**t up. If I do, it might hurt Cami. ********..." He'd gotten Zac involved into something that should not have been his business. But who else could he go to with this? No one. "I'm.. sorry."
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 4:19 pm
“Why are YOU sorry?” he asked shaking his head. “It’s…” he exhaled and looked thoughtful. “…I got a stupid as hell idea, but it’s pretty intrusive, cause I have to ask a question first mate.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 4:20 pm
Otto lifted his head, his hands falling away from his hair. An idea? That sounded too good to be true.
"Um.. sure. Shoot." He was open for a question.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 4:22 pm
Zac glanced up and down the hall looking for witnesses before he turned back and asked cautiously. “So um… either of the two girls ever uh… Dom for you?” He looked embarrassed to ask, but dead serious. “Like… ropes… and stuff.”
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