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 Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:27 pm
Jerome's eyes widened a little in surprise, a boss that abandons the gang? He had never heard of someone like that before, unless the gang was going down first.
He continued to watch Star, rolling the bottle leisurely over its circular base.
He didn't know anything really about Galactic, or its history, He hadn't know that they were as big of a threat as they were until he and the others were taken by them.
"Yeah?" He commented when the man went onto explain that he was someone that seemed pretty important.
"One of those brainiacs huh?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:34 pm
"You have no idea.." Looking annoyed again, Star paused to drain more of his bottle before continuing, "I'm practically a genius at what I do. I should have been the one to head the second Galactic. Not that infantile one-eyed child of a man..." He made various gestures as he spoke, to help elaborate on how little he thought of Deimos.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:36 pm
Seemed Jerome was hitting the reason this man had betrayed his own team, the more he talked the more he drank, looks like he needed that drink more then Jerome had suspected.
"So why didn't ya?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:46 pm
Star blinked, "Well... I.." He frowned and shook his head, then smoothed his hair, "It's very complicated. In the end he was the one to start the new Galactic first. Which was really only a lack of loyalty to the first organization. Didn't wait around to see if the pieces could be put back together. It's just disloyalty when you think about it." Indeed, the lower the liquor in Star's bottle got, the more enthusiastically he seemed willing to share stories with this unfamiliar man he'd met minutes ago.
"I deserved it." He added, nodding. "Though no one seems to care about what I deserve. Especially not around here." His eyes passed over the room as he adopted a spiteful expression.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 12:01 am
"Or just opportunity," He offered casually with a shrug. "Depends how ya wanna play it, gets pretty dirty that way though."
Jerome seemed content to mostly sit back while the other man rambled, offering a still calm gaze, relaxed back in his chair, though most of his weight was shifted onto the shoulder that didn't have healing scar from a gash and a bullet hole.
Inked eyes followed Star's gaze around the room, before returning his look back to Star "n'whats that?." Jerome asked calmly,
He certainly wasn't surprised to hear it, for someone who came from the other side, it would be much more difficult to get what he wanted.
For someone who seems to have been in this life for a while, he sure didn't seem like he quite understood the politics of it, though, figures if he was one of the nerds at the top for who knows how long.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 12:17 am
Star arched an eyebrow at Jerome, giving him a look that suggested he was failing to see the obvious, "A position of command." He gestured at himself, tilting his head. "I'm a leader by nature. It's what I'm good at. Using me as anything less is wasteful." He paused a few moments to consider the day's events, then closed his hand and rested it on the table. "..or at the very least a position of greater importance than the meaningless job I was forced to fill at Team Galactic. But that... Hayes.." His tone made his opinion of his superior officer clear, "He put me to work doing the exact same job. The exact same.. horrible job. I'm forced to wear this ridiculous uniform and treated like nobody...." Star's voice had gone strangely quiet as he stared in the vague direction of his table, speaking in a way that suggested he'd forgotten Jerome was there. "I gave up everything I had for this..."
He was quiet for a few moments, then blinked and looked at Jerome. He frowned and lifted his head, then took another sip of his drink, looking oddly defensive. "Not that it's any of your business..." he added for no real reason.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 1:42 am
The name Hayes was spat out, but Jerome didn't react, it was like he had no idea who that guys was... seeing as the tattooed man only really knew the blond Elite as "Star Wars" so yeah, Jerome had no idea who "Hayes" was.
A brow was arched by the gangster as well.
Fuuuuck, this guy was doomed, Jerome could tell right away. No wonder he's been struggling for so long.
Jerome was clearly younger then this guy, but he knew how gang dynamics worked, and it wasn't that much different from this particular criminal organization at least.
This poor guy, he puffed on about what he deserved but had no idea how to get there. Well, he seemed to think he knew, but it wasn't going to work, though from what Jerome was seeing, maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.
Still, it was because of this guy that Jerome was here at all, alive and drinking a beer, so he guessed this guy was alright.
Thoughts like this built up until the man finished his ramble with noticing Jerome again and telling him it wasn't really his business.
At this the gangster let out a deep chuckle.
"Ya are so ******** if ya think anythin' is just ganna be handed to ya man." He said, in a very casual, calm tone, joined with another chuckle and a light shake of his head.
"And I mean royaly ******** up the a**."
He gestured his bottle toward him before taking another drink. "And that ain't just to you, s'just how things work, N'not just here."
From beside the table Bro was swaying back and forth in the air. his wide mouth turned down into what looked like a confused toothy frown.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 10:17 pm
Star was tilting the bottle to his mouth again as Jerome spoke. Blinking, he lowered it, looking surprised by the other man's comments. A moment passed, then he frowned and answered a little too loudly, "I don't expect anything to be handed to me. Aren't you listening? I'm telling you I've already earned it." After fixing Jerome with an annoyed glare he let his eyes sink back to the mysterious shot glass. He picked it up to sniff again. "The problem with everyone here is that no one recognizes respect where it's deserved." He lifted his chin, assuming his important pose once more as he said this. Then, rather bravely (or perhaps to show off), he tossed back the shot. His very important posture was disrupted by the choked coughing that followed.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 11:10 pm
Jerome lifted a hand and up refraining from another chuckle, though there was a small crooked smile on his lips. "A'ight, A'ight I hear ya, man."
the amused look remained on his his face as he watched Star holding the shot glass up, arching an eyebrow with a look that said 'so, what you ganna do with that?'
His eyes widened when Star actually took the shot, and a sharp laugh escaped from Jerome. "Pretty good s**t ain't it."
He hung back, amused as Bro seemed to be utterly THRILLED that Star had taken a shot of his mixture.
The Gengar swooped down and thumped the tall man on the shoulder, with a hearty "Gar Gar!" then refilled his shot glass.
"Bro'." Jerome grunted, reaching out to snatch up an empty shot glass, and holding it up to tel Bro fill it up as well.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 11:19 pm
Star was still coughing as the gengar clapped a small hand on his shoulder. His eyes watered as he tried to recover from the drink with some dignity. He wasn't doing a very good job of it. "What is that?" He rasped in a strained version of his already strange voice. Wincing, he snatched the strawberry off his uneaten cheesecake and took a bite to cut the aftertaste of the burning drink. He relaxed visibly at the familiar comforting flavor.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 11:52 pm
"M'sure Bro's already told us a couple times by now." Jerome answered, looking at his own shot before he took it as well.
The gangster barely his teeth afterwards in reaction to t his particular mixture, but for the most part didn't react too repulsed to the drink Bro' gave him.
"Hmm, Bro' man, gettin' better at this I think." Jerome said a little strained after he was sure he would be able to talk.
Bro' let off a cackle at that.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 12:00 am
Star's brow furrowed and he eyed the refill Bro had poured him apprehensively. Between the vodka, the shot and the strawberry, his cheeks had flushed a faint shade of pink. "Pardon me but I don't speak ghost..." He eyed Jerome as the other man took one of the shots with little reaction. Frowning, he picked his vodka back up and resumed draining the bottle, ignoring the second shot for the moment. "So is this something you do often? Pass out drinks in the cafeteria at the end of the day?" Despite being at the receiving end of the activity, he didn't sound terribly approving of it.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 8:44 pm
Both eyebrows twitched up as he glanced over to the swaying and cackling ghost, who was trying to refill Jerome's shot, even though Jerome was trying to gesture him away, the gangster wasn't intending to get drunk tonight, to his beer would be fine.
"Ain't met someone yet, who could." He replied to the tall mans comment.
Jerome came as close to anyone when it came to this particular Ghost, but there was just that language barrier.
"No." came a simple reply, left hanging as he took another slow drink of his bottle, watching Bro' ramble on.
"Don't make a habit, shits expensive, figured f'what ya did, givin' ya a drink was the least I could do." He pointed out cooly.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 8:53 pm
In contrast to Jerome's goal of staying sober, Star's main objective was clearly to forget the day's events as soon as possible. He was putting his vodka away at a pretty decent clip and was already looking groggy for it. "....yes." He agreed, blinking at his bottle, "That's a good point... you all owe me quite a lot...."
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 9:05 pm
Jerome hummed lightly, certainly seemed like it might be something this guy would hold over their head.
But whatever, he honestly couldn't get himself to bothered by it.
Blacked eyes scanned how much the man had consumed of the bottle already, and the kind of state he was quickly devolving to, whatever. He know there were nights like that.
"Y'dig Vodka huh?" he asked, with a nod toward the bottle.
Bro' who seemed to have finally finished off that horrible concoction he had made, was starting to act like it was taking affect, his incessant giggles were becoming difficult for him to stop, and he was suddenly staring with intense fascination at Star's hair.
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