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 Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 11:30 am
After he finished wiping his face, Before's grin widened at Jordan's attempt at guessing. "Newp~ Bix was Beta Six. And yeah he hates him name though iunno why, his name sounds cool and distinguished. Mine is just... dorky." again he made a face. "Beta Ten was Teeth. She's... not awake either." A quick glance back to the monitors, then back to Jordan, "Oh! Guess who Beta Five was and what I call him! He's awake and that's the only clue imma give you~" 833333 Playing games like these was enjoyable for the Misty. He hoped Jordan didn't mind.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:42 pm
"Dorky, huh? My middle name is pretty dorky," Jordan said, and laughed. "Why Teeth? A-Four was The Doctor, I think because he was painfully British."
He took a bit of chocolate, thinking about the puzzle. Beta Five, B-Five ... was the association visual, sound, or something else? He couldn't think of anything obvious related to the sound of the phrase, so he dismissed that. A visual association sprang to mind, but he dismissed it as too derogatory. Unless he was missing something, that meant it was a joke or pun of some kind. Bix, Before ... hm. "Next?" he guessed. "No idea who, though."
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 7:31 pm
Before's chest seemed to puff up in pride as he explained his brand of logic behind the chosen names, "See, when you say Bee Ten really fast, it kinda sounds like "bitten" yeah? So what do you use to bite?" he pointed to his pearly whites, "Which reminds me of what I used to call Candace when she was still all gasmasked up. She was Eee Ten, or "Hungry," cuz, yeah~" he chuckled.
At Jordan's guess, Before clapped in delight, "You're good! Off by like an eentsy smidge~ If I'm Bee Four, Bee Five is After~ and it's Gale." He nodded sagely. How he managed to keep track who was whom was just one of those weird quirks about Before and his love for nicknames.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 9:31 pm
"Oh man," Jordan groaned, laughing. "All the puns in the world. You should leave some for other people, you're going to use them all up."
He finished off the candy bar and gave Before an amused look. "You're really not going to tell me your name? I won't laugh, honest. I'll tell you my ridiculous middle name, so you know you've got blackmail material."
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 4:39 am
Before once again feigned a wounded expression, "Puns are the gift that keeps on giving, either as a reward or as PUN-ishment~" he was about halfway through that sentence when he began to cackle in delight. When he was through with feeling clever (rare and few as these moments are), he sobered up quickly to address Jordan's desire to know of his name. "I reeeeeeeeeeeeeaally kinda like to keep what my name is a secret buuuuuut a fair exchange in embarrassment sounds more than appropriate."
He reached for the bag of snacks, purposely picking the one with the crinkliest plastic packaging and leaned close to the Sunny. He didn't really open the bag, just crunched and scrunched it around a lot so that only Jordan would be able to hear him admit, "Milton Bates."
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:45 am
"That was terrible," Jordan said, and snickered. "In the best possible way."
As promised, he didn't laugh, only nodding. "That's an unusual name," he said. "Only ever met one other kid with that name, and that was ages ago. Okay, a deal's a deal." He paused, then swiped the crinkly chip bag as he admitted, "It's Abraham."
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 7:45 am
Before grimaced in empathy, "You mean there's another poor schmuck out there that some random douche enjoys adding the prefix of "Master" and then their last name?" He shook his head in dismay. Hey at least his nicknames were just puns and had some element of non-malicious humor to them. "Your name's pretty distinguished though. Maybe an eentsy bit old-fashioned but it'd totes command respect."
The Misty closed his hands around Jordan's that happened to still be holding the crinkly bag of chips. "On this bag of really crinkly plastic and sorta-over-priced chips, I promise never to repeat what I have just learned." Was Before being melodramatic? ******** yeah! Was serious in his promise? ******** yeah, too!
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 10:01 am
"Apparently. Poor guy." Jordan shook his head, remembering. "Guy's probably rich, though - he was like 7 when I met him and his family was in the penthouse suite, he said." He grimaced. "Distinguished? My cousins called me Lunchmeat when I got on their nerves, because Ham, you know."
He laughed, then composed his face into a serious expression. "I swear on this bag of chips. Let it be so."
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 8:47 pm
Before had to grit his teeth to keep from chuckling at the lunchmeat bit. "I woulda gone for Dracula, the Stoker's kind but uh, iun think it'll be a good idea given what we're supposed to be doing now." When Jordan finished his oath-taking, Before opened the bag of chips, "Then let us partake of this excessively-salty-treat to seal our promise because as cool as blood-pacts are, we're kinda stuck on an island where we risk needing to go to a certain Single-Constant-Named doc for treatment."
The Misty then scooped a handful of chips into his mouth. After a few thorough chews (because it was rude to talk with your mouth full) he asked, "How did you meet the poor schmuck?" Call it misery loves company, but there was also a nagging feeling in the back of his head. Another well-off kid named the same thing? Must be from a coast he and his family rarely visited or did business with. The US was a large place after all.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 9:17 pm
"Hah. That's a lot cooler. Don't think I could pull off a Romanian accent, though." Jordan scooped a few chips out of the bag and munched on them solemnly. "Let the pact be sealed with salt," he pronounced when he'd swallowed the chips. "There are other doctors in the labs," he pointed out. "But you're right, not risking being treated by certain people if I don't have to."
He leaned his elbows on his knees, remembering the encounter. "I only met him once. It was when my family took a vacation to New York - we went to see the ball drop on New Year's for 2000. The kid was hanging around in the hotel lobby and looking like someone had kicked his puppy or something, so I went and told him he should play with me and my brother." He laughed. "I was kind of a bossy kid."
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 9:29 pm
Before looked thoughtful at that, "I was in New York for New Year's too! Met a kid at a hotel lobby but there was a ******** of people there for that turn-of-the-Millenium thing. Don't remember much of it, other than..." the gears in Before's head seemed to be turning slowly as he tried to recall more things, "Hey. Wait. Brother?" he blinked, teal eyes staring at the Sunny in concentration.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 9:46 pm
"What, seriously? That's weird." At the question, Jordan quieted, his amiable smile muting. "Yeah. I had a little brother. His name was Andrew." He sighed, looked distant for a moment. "God, I miss him. He was a good kid."
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 9:50 pm
Before had been seated this whole time. But at the confirmation of the brother, Before was now on his feet, pointing a finger at Jordan and grinning from ear to ear. "YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!" 8DDDDDDDDDDD "Ohmygosh! You were the first friend I ever made that my parents didn't set up a play-date for!! Holy s**t, okay, wow! That was you?!" he was babbling, obviously, but excitement and enthusiasm just poured out of him in waves.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 10:03 pm
Jordan was surprised out of his moment of melancholy. "Wait. Seriously? That was you? What're the odds, dude?" He grinned back, pleased. "I was always sorry I didn't get your address or anything. I would've written. Postcards at least." He raised his hand for a high-five.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 8:13 am
Before was still grinning from ear to ear, "Hey, it's coo~ no worries! My Nanny totes should've taken your deets too!" Then he looked at the high-five. Game face was on!
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