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 Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 8:12 pm
Otto had his headphones on, thrash music blaring into his ear drums at a level that made Tenya worry about his hearing health. He was planning on leaving the island for a few days, his bag slung over his shoulder. Rather than wearing his usual casual wear of baggy tee shirts and track pants, he wore clothing he reserved for going out into the world. Loose fitting baggy track pants were replaced with relaxed fit dark demin jeans. His shirts layered fashionably, finished off with a long plaid hooded jacket in red. Baseball cap pushed back his long bangs, and sunglasses hid his boyish face. He was ready to greet the world totally incognito. Today he wore shoes with laces. A bothersome shoe style, but suited to his desired look of the day. However, his shoe tying abilities evidently lacking; the laces became undone. With a huff, he stopped halfway down the hall to amend the issue. A small delay, he was sure. No distractions other than this minor bump in the road.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 8:30 pm
Chantelle was having a great day, as if everything was going according to some greater plan. She'd moved dormitory rooms, further up the basement and closer to the door. It was America's old room, and in some small way that felt like a victory over the other rude woman.
She had also managed to get a piano, which still needed a little setup in the bar, but had also been a most wonderful step forward. She was returning from the bar and was moving through the hallways herself when she spotted Otto. She smiled.
Chantelle was dressed impeccably if strangely, all black lace and purples, her nails painted today with ornate knots and spirals. She was in slightly less layers than she typically wore, showing off her thin midriff with a certain level of pride.
"Otto~" she crooned. "Fancy meeting like, you here! I haven't seen you in such a long, long time."
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 8:35 pm
There was a disturbance in the force. Even with his music blaring, something sent a shiver down his spine. He sneezed as a result, sniffing and rubbing his nose on a sleep before finished his work with his shoes. When he stood, he was suddenly met with a female he wished he didn't know. "Eyugh!" He grimaced, taken aback by the woman in black. He slid off his headphones, the music that played blaring louder for all to hear. "What hole did you crawl out of?" He'd sort of hoped she only existed in Twitter land nowadays, as if she'd morphed into the technology and could only communicate with others as a series of data buzzing about. Looked like he'd have a small unwanted distraction for now. He tried to walk around her, as if there was a wide bubble that needed to be skirted.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 8:41 pm
Chantelle did not seem deterred by the negative reaction, quite the contrary, she mostly seemed delighted that Otto remembered her. "I didn't crawl out of a hole. It's called the basement."
She didn't let him pass her without attempting to latch onto his arm and scoot along beside him, even with the high heels short and petite. "We should catch up with one another. You owe me. You were meant to be my mentor but you ran awaaaay. Why did you run away Otto? Is like, Otto even your full name? Like, is it something longer like Ottobald or Ottobert? "
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 8:45 pm
Oh great. Just what he needed. A strange girl on his arm while he skipped off to the lighthouse. He gave a disgruntled sigh, trying to wriggle free of her grasp as he quickened his pace.
"Oh yeah." He'd forgotten about that. One of many responsibilities he'd left behind when he ran from Death.
"No." He said flatly. "Otto is just... Otto. Ain't never heard a long version of it." He shrugged it off, and in turn tried to shrug her off. "Ain't none of your business why I left Death."
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 8:52 pm
The more he wriggled, the more determinedly she held on, seeing it as a challenge more than anything else, matching her pace to his. "Oh stop walking so fast" she said scoldingly, as if he was simply being obstinate to be cute. "What's the like, what's the big hurry?"
"Just Otto? That's sad, it's not very mysterious. You should try to be more mysterious, people like mystery." She finally unhanded him but did not move out of step. "Left? You like, didn't leave, last I heard you ran away. Was it too hard for you? I think it's pretty easy."
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 8:57 pm
"I'm fixin' to go on vacation is the hurry." He replied honestly, if not begrudgingly.
"Don't care if people don't like me." He lied with a roll of his eyes. He certainly didn't care to be mysterious or not; though in general he tended to be overly private about himself. "Sides. Ya don't like my name, that's your own problem. I like it just fine." He never really ran into other Ottos. He liked being one of a kind.
His gave the girl a sneer, his lip curling in agitation. He hated she was right, too. He did run. He ran all the time. A lesson he never cared to learn from.
"What part of none of yer business don't you recollect?" He replied with a heavier drawl, increasingly irritated by her presence.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 9:02 pm
"Vacation?" she asked. "Where are you going? Can I come?" Apparently social appropriateness was something that happened to other people. "I've never like, been on vacation, always cooped up on this island."
She simply raised a brow at his comment how all of it was none of her business. "It's like totally my business." she wheedled. "You were in death, I'm in death, it's all about information, what if you were like running away from something horrible? What if I'm left behind in that? Its just rude. It's my business." Dislike, seemed to goad her on more than anything else, after all it was just like Edward, he was always reminding Bella he was too dangerous for her. Otto clearly just wanted someone to get through his grumpy shell.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 9:09 pm
"No, you can't come." As if it needed to be said. The girl was thicker than a bank vault's door. "M'just nabbin a hotel room and livin' off pizza for a few days. Just to be away from here." The island. The drama. He wanted a few days to pretend none of it existed at all.
He groaned, and relented to her. If only to stop her from nagging.
"Ain't dangerous, s'far as I can tell. I just didn't care much for the sort of work I had to do." He gave her a sidelong glance, expecting her to ask him to elaborate. "Like recruiting Halloween kids to die for us. N' trainin' brats like you. Too much people person work for a dude who hates people."
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 9:19 pm
"Awwww that sucks. I would like living in a hotel and eating pizza. I could go see 50 shades too." And for a moment her expression turned glazed. "I'd love to see Christian's red room of pain on the like big screen." She emphatically threw her hands wide at this.
And hands, oh how much better it felt to have restored symmetry, able to play, able to do so many things.
"Oh so you like, didn't like working for someone who was too much like you. I guess that could be a problem, I mean you hating everyone and him like, hating everyone had to be a problem for you. Where did you go? Are the brats gone?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 9:25 pm
Now he was super glad he'd be leaving her behind. He didn't know what 50 shades was supposed to be, but if her tastes were as bad as her irritating personality? No thanks.
Otto gave a dreadful sigh, feeling like this girl was sucking out his life force by proxy alone. He could hardly be compared to Caelius. Hardly.
"I went to Sun. And I don't know, since you're still here apparently."
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 7:01 am
She gasped, looking scandalised. "I am not a brat! I'm like, actually a nice person you just never gave me a chance because you are mean. Sun is stupid, you will like, just get killed over there. You didn't seem like a thug but maybe you are." She frowned and then pouted at him. "You'll like, end u all scarred up and it will like, just be sad. You'll ruin what little charms you have."
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 8:46 am
"You get killed in every division. Sun is just less complicated." As if he wanted to give this woman a chance at anything. Honestly, what about him screamed 'talk to me'? He really needed to find a way to be more repulsive and unapproachable.
"Well too late for that advice. I'm already pretty damn scarred." What little charms he had, huh? She had a point, however, he hoped he could rid himself of all charms and keep all women away. He only hurt them in the end. And really, he hadn't the heart to work for them any more.
"Any advice on more ways I can ruin my charms? I'm all ears."
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 3:20 pm
"Nu uh. I'm in Death and I've like, never gotten hurt or killed. And I don't need to like, leave the island if I don't want to. Sun like is for silly jocks who want to see who can get murdered first." she gave him a critical look. "I like didn't think you were a jock."
"You scars aren't that bad, I mean you could probably conceal them if you want, you aren't phantom of the opera or anything." This seemed to actually be a sad state of affairs. "As for like, well, ruining your charms more? Erm." She gave him a truly critical look over now. "Well you can like, not dress so well. Maybe get a stupid haircut, not like, listen to music in public, smell good."
She looked momentarily distant, as if remembering someone from her past. "You have met Jerry right?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 6:15 pm
"You never get hurt cause you never ******** bother helping out during work and missions." Otto helpfully reminded, "Which, by the way, kind of negates the whole point of bein' a ********' hunter." He gave a sigh, realizing he was talking to a wall. It was hard not to argue, despite that.
"I ain't a damned jock." He grumbled under his breath. He was too dumb for Death, and too analyzing for Sun. He really didn't fit in anywhere.
Her suggestions were met with a curl of his lip. When she brought up Jerry? He faked a gagging noise.
"I'd rather deal with these ********' pain in the a** charms than ever aspire to look and act like Jerry." He groaned, detesting having to change himself that much for the sake of social solitude. He took pride in his appearance and personal hygiene too much to sacrifice it for the sake of warding off others.
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