Melvin had just wanted a simple spar. He just wanted to get out, become stronger, and work at being a better shot. He wanted to work to be someone who could do better than his poor performance at the Lighthouse.
Instead, he left the dorms seething, wanting to chuck his phone but knowing the snow would make it be lost forever. "The nerve..."
He's still super pissed at you. You shouldn't have said that.
"I didn't mean it like that! I don't go around saying s**t about him! He wants me dead so I've been quiet. Now he just gets to talk whatever he wants about me? And I was the s**t friend?"
He moved through the snowy path, glad it was cleared off and salted, before he moved into the snow to the training fields. Pulling out the pen from behind his ear, he summoned Saliva when he saw Dawson.
"Sorry for the hold up." He said in a tone that was in no way happy.
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Sorry Dawson. Melvin is pissed.
Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 11:49 am
At the time, Dawson had been idly shoveling a little more snow out of the way. The cold discouraged him from texting much despite Syn's warmth keeping him company, though even with gloves on he could still scroll without much issue in between doing so. He wanted to drag his hand down his face—instead, he just smacked a dummy around until he heard footsteps crunching closer.
"S'fine," he grunted as he straightened up. Dawson slipped his gloves off and stuck them in his pocket, not wanting to risk his shield sliding out of his grasp. The metal was warm at least.
Normally he would make some small talk before a spar, but he just wasn't sure what to say to Melvin. On the one hand, he was honestly curious about his side of the story, though he doubted the guy was in the mood to talk. On the other, Horace was his bro, and he really, really wouldn't mind beating the s**t out of the a*****e who had ******** him over.
< Do both. Pin him down someplace the buffers don't— >
"Nothin' like some cold air t'clear yer head, yeah?"
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"Let's hope it works. I doubt cold air is going to cool this down. Just...Twitter sometimes." Horace sometimes.
He inspected Saliva a moment, making sure she was fine, before looking around. "Want to start the spar over there. Looks to be the most clear. There is still a lot of snow around. Guess it would make for some realistic training under new conditions."
He could feel his phone buzz and chime still and paused. "Uh...one second. I forgot to turn my phone off." He reached into his pocket and paused. Frowning, he tweeted back and pocketed the phone.
Maybe you should put that phone someplace else.
I'll be FINE.
Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 12:28 pm
"Mmhmm. Might wanna unplug sometimes." Said the one who frequently habited it for more than just conversation.
He was just turning to go where Melvin directed when he noticed the pause. Unable to help himself, Dawson skimmed new tweets, took a deep breath, exhaled, and pocketed his phone once more.
"Lotta s**t on there, it gets confusin'," he said sympathetically. With a chuckle he added, "Wouldn' exactly say thirteen feet a'snow's realistic, though. Mean, unless where you came from gets that much?"
"Depends if we got a bad storm. I used to live pretty close to the ocean. Got a lot of snowstorms sometimes. Kinda missed it so this really is pretty nice." He said, moving onward as he turned about.
"Yeah, a lot of s**t I didn't expect to say. Thought we had a sorta agreement that I was dead to him. Guess not." He said, noticing that Dawson also checked his phone. "It's....not true. What he said." He said, not looking at him as he continued walking.
He found a good place to stand before turning. "Ready to go?"
Dawson bit his tongue as he followed after. He didn't know Melvin, but he did know Horace, and Horace wasn't a liar--or rather, maybe the only person he had ever really lied to was himself. He really did wish his friend had avoided mentioning Melvin at all, though, if they were supposed to have settled s**t.
Waiting a beat more in case Melvin adjusted position, he tightened his grip and charged. The ground was cleared and salted, however it was still somewhat of a wet slush. Even his boots had trouble keeping him from slipping.
(Or maybe he was just unused to icy conditions period.)
Shields were a tricky weapon he never fought against. It meant getting a shot would be difficult because he couldn't just point straight on and instead had to find an angle which Dawson couldn't just flick his arm to block.
He'd have to test things out.
"What do you mean?" He wasn't sure what Dawson was asking before he dashed to the right and took aim.
Weekly spars with Morgan at least had made him used to getting shot at. He flinched as the bullet ricocheted off his arm but pressed on, swinging his shield pointed end first like a make-shift sword.
"Thing Horace was talkin' about," Dawson explained. "If it's not how it went down, how'd it go?"
He jerked back, taking the shield to his shoulder an backtracking as best he could. Shields were close range, but they were hard as hell to get a shot through.
"It's a whole complicated mess that involves a lot of things. The short of it is that Horace was upset for something shitty I did. He came to my apartment to fight me. I let him get some punches in, and we said a whole bunch of stuff to each other."
"I don' mean t'be nosy, it's just...he's my friend, y'know? I'm not callin' him a liar, but I like knowin' both sides." Though this sounded way deeper than he probably ought to try wading in--then again, when did that ever really stop him?
"You don' hafta tell me s**t a'course, this between y'all two." Though he had to wonder just how many people had let Melvin say his piece offline, about....well, anything at all concerning Lawrence.
His next swing was slower, probably from talking a little too much.
He jerked back from the shield and turned left, moving around with as much distant Dawson would allow.
"I'm glad he has someone looking out for him. When I spoke with him, when we were friends, he seemed very alone.' And a part of that comforted Melvin, because he was very much alone too. "But I guess I shouldn't be surprised. He's a good person. Well, he was." Before he started to be an a*****e online.
He went to aim and fired again, and Saliva twisted inside his mind, expanding and filling his head with want.
"I don't know what he told you. I don't know what he would even be comfortable with me saying about now as he can't even stand the sight of me most days." But what did it matter now? Horace seemed very happy with saying whatever he wanted, and this was Horace's friend, a bias party on his side.
"We were friends, but I was also close to Jan...." How did he explain the whole long story to someone? "....Jan and I talked....we wanted to be together and there was a lot of stuff happening. I asked - and they weren't together. So we started dating."
That was about the summary of it, but not all of it.
"I was his friend and I took someone he still wanted and cared about."
Dawson was still a little unsure about the timeline, as he often heard about these things long after the fact. "After the cave incident" wasn't exactly specific. But Horace had made it out to seem like he had still been with Jan when Melvin made his move. Or had he been reading wrong? It wouldn't be the first time, and his friend's love life was a horribly tangled mess to be honest...
The bullet ricocheted off his shield and nearly knocked it into his chin. Probably needed to focus a little more on the here and now.
He pushed forward with a simple bashing motion. "What 'bout Jan makes it worth that?" It was probably the crux of the matter to him, and the most confusing part.
Melvin was shoved back but decided to just follow with the motion by continuing to backstep until he was away from the shield again. He turned the gun on himself and pointed directly to his head.
"You're asking me to justify liking a person? Despite what Twitter might say, he is very kind and a good person. I care for him a lot." It was a very simplified version of his feelings for Jan, but getting any deeper would be too personal.
He fired the gun, the energy sparking across his shield and absorbing.
"Are you and Jan very good friends?"
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Another grunt. It was surprising how many inner eyerolls he could have and still manage to land a solid hit this time. But he couldn't help but flinch at the gun pointed at Melvin's head like that, even as he saw the energy heal his barrier.
"Naw, ol' Porcelain don' care fer me," Dawson replied shortly. He wasn't really sure how to define it and didn't care to. Plus, anyone who knew either of them or read one conversation could tell friends wasn't even close.
"Would be kinda hard t'be anyway, considerin' how much Horace got ******** over."
