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 Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 11:12 pm
Jerry slumped, his shoes fixed, "Yeah... I bet she wouldn't. I haven't really told anyone." Robert was an accident. Jordan didn't count. If Candace was allowed to tell her friend about it, he was allowed.... to feel the way he was feeling.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 5:54 pm
Harrison nodded.
Well, that was all taken care of. He was an ace detective. Should have applied for Death Division with the sheer smoothness of his intel-gathering.
"...So who was pushing you around in the showers, you know what room number?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 7:01 pm
Jerry sniffed, adjusting his glasses as he trodded along. He liked Harrison, he really did. That didn't make this any less awkward. Harrison was Candace's best friend. He was surprised he was talking to him at all. "N-no... not room number but... I can look up his name, he's got an account on that social network they set up for us..." He fumbled with his phone from his pocket, scanning for "Noaginger". "Ah... yeah er... William. William Reid. Is who it was."
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 8:50 pm
"Good," Harrison said, "Now let's get his room number too."After some cross-referencing, in two shakes of a lamb's tail they were standing in front of William Reid's door. Harrison didn't know if the guy went by Bill or Will or about a hundred other alternatives to William, so he settled for the diplomatic option.
"Hey, Shithead," Harrison said cordially, pounding on the door, "Open up."
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 8:59 pm
Rep had been once again trying to fix his ipod, to absolutely no avail. It apparently didn't help just hitting the damn thing off of the table in frustration, and he was about to try more complex manouvers, such as throwing it against the wall when he heard a knock at the door and a name..not one he'd say was UNUSUAL for him to be called by any means.
He swung his legs off the bed and got up, swinging the door open and looking completely nonplussed.
"The name's Rep. And what's the ******** problem?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 9:15 pm
Harrison had not been expecting the cover of Highlander Untamed to open the door. Rep's neck was probably bigger than Harrison's whole torso. Not that Harrison was short, but he'd been picturing some bratty punk, not shoulders that barely fit through the door frame, covered in what could only be described as long, flowing, fiery locks. He felt like he was at Renfaire.
Harrison's fist tightened around the bag of tools. He resisted the urge to stand on his toes, and jerked a thumb at Jerry.
"Take one ******** guess, Einstein."
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 9:27 pm
Rep's gaze flicked to Jerry as Harrison gestured, a very fleeting look of recognition and lurking dread flitting across his features before he very quickly fought it off, narrowing his eyes and trying to go on the offensive hurriedly. This was about the ******** bathroom wasn't it, someone actually knew about that. Jerry had grassed him in to the man.
"Guesses, let me think. No I don't want to join the YMCA, no I won't buy your stuff, no my plumbing is fine, no you can't borrow a cup of sugar. Any of those ******** close? Enlighten me and don't be a ******** smartarse okay?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 9:43 pm
"Two out of four," Harrison growled. "But what I got in the bag's not for sale, and it's sure as hell not sugar. So unless you want to cowboy up, I recommend you grab a hard hat and a tool belt."
He looked briefly at Rep's shoes.
"...And some boots because there's probably gonna be water damage," he added.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 9:50 pm
Rep looked entirely nonplussed. "Okay, that might be a fine plan right? Might. If first off, I had a ******** hard hat. Or a tool belt, or wellies. But you might have noticed that on closer inspection, I'm not a ******** /builder/. I'm a bit more of a /breaker/ than a builder, taking things apart is what they pay me to do. Doesn't this place have I dunno.. a maintainence team?"
The nastiness was at the very least an attempt for him to explain why he too bad so sad couldn't come fix the bathroom, absolutely couldn't. "So as much as I might /like/ to come help you out. Not at all as it happens. I can't. s**t happens eh?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 10:12 pm
"Oh, I guess you like showering with about fifty other guys at three in the morning." From how Rep and Jerry smelled, he could guess this wasn't the case. "I wasn't asking. Maintenance team is you, Jerry, and whoever's nice enough to volunteer. If putting a few tiles on a wall is too much work for you, we'll find you something easy, like picking out curtain colors."
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 10:24 pm
Rep smirked in a way that was far from nice "Oh Bob the builder has /claws/. Okay, if you can't handle it I suppose I'll bring my talent along." he shrugged. The reminder about showering with fifty other guys as the only alternative to the ocean was a surprisingly motivational one. "Just didn't want to like show up the actual maintainence team and s**t. Whatever. If you need me that bad, I'll tag along. You can put your /handbag/ away, there will be no duel tonight."
He stepped out of the room and into the corridor, closing the door behind him with a snort.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 9:01 am
Harrison grinned in a way that was none too nice either, and clapped Rep on the back. "Glad to have you on the team. I can't believe that neither of you dumbasses has done any home repair."
Neither have you. Wake me up if you need to min/max something, B0nez said.
Motor homes still count, okay? Can't even tell a handbag from a gymbag.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 9:12 am
Rep smirked "Back home when you broke something, it was the council's job to fix it, you do it yourself, you could end up getting a fine for touching their s**t. Good system. Better than this slave labour one. A ******** system is the best thing. What landed you as the roundup wrangler for this anyway? Repair division?"
He was still getting a feel for the various divisions. So far he assumed the suns broke things, mist were all bitches and possibly cooks, the moons had Rin, so could go either way. Life had some crazies too. Hell, most of the divisions other than sun at the moment seemed to just be "crazy b***h division"
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 7:45 pm
"The Council? That is some sinister sounding s**t. I'm in the division that keeps your sunny a** out of the deep fryer. Jerry has a song about it. Don't ask him to sing it," Harrison said.
He was doing them both a favor even now.
Sort of.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 10:47 pm
Jerry didn't look like he wanted to sing. He sat through the argument as though numbly half paying attention to a television program before finally sighing, "Look. We made that mess. Harrison's right. We should be the ones to clean it up, it's only fair." To that he gave a sort of distant, watery smile before hugging his coat around himself tired and wobbling away from the duo towards the bathroom. He hadn't meant to make such a mess... but those things happen when you weren't thinking.
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