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 Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 9:48 am
<< Please Ro don't do this I know what your thinking. You're hurts know but please please don't use me to hurt him I know you don't want to you care and that's why you're so hurt please Roland please Ro stop! >>
Her voice was soft but panicked she could feel the anger and hurt swelling inside him how badly he wanted to call her forth and lash out at Rep and hurt him the way he had done to him. it was that soft pleading voice that hint of guilt that kept him from pulling the scythe on Rep after shoving him back.
"I respected you! U looked up to you and you just think its okay to treat me like s**t because I hang around Jordan your the one being an arrogant selfish pricked here!"
"Go ahead then do it! I dare you to throw me through the wall I swear ill add another cut to your face with Sylvia before you can ev-" he went to move his hand to his ear stopping.
Jordan was standing there a look of pure disappointment and anger clear as day. for a moment the temptation to call Sylvia was still there the tingling edge of power. Instead he stopped back turning to Jordan.
"I'm sorry JOrdan but apparently I'm not allowed to talk to you. or in your room or to even look at you without Rep apparently hating my guts apparently I'm nothing but worthless trash now and just..." he turned around pointing at Rep "******** you! Just ******** you and everything! All of it! Do you even have a clue how passed I am how hurt I am I trusted you and this is how you treat me you ******** coward"
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 10:06 am
The old familiar rage was back, slipping into his thoughts like an old friend, feeding on his insecurities, his pride and his resentment of most people and everything they stood for. It was his shield against the fear, the fear that took him back to times when he had been unarmed, when people had wanted to take what he valued away from him and he'd been too weak and useless to fight for them.
It was so easy to just let it take him, to imagine the satisfaction of blade on bone, of that bizarre bitter-sweet taste of fear when there was nothing left between death and him. All he'd have to do would be to swing, to swing and let momentum keep him swinging until someone was dead or he couldn't feel any more. No one cornered him, not any more.
Listen to me.> The authoritative tone made him hesitate, clenching his grip white knuckled around the axe currently in the doorframe, the feather tip of the blade resting against the far wall, one good twist and he could entirely wreck the place.
<>
No.>
And then Jordan was there. The fury and anger, so close and bubbling at the surface suddenly felt shameful rather than empowering, the almost feral sense of hate and power skulked back into the dark like a scolded animal. He was left with nothing but hurt and fear. He didn't know what to say, so said nothing at all, looking away.
He only looked up again as he was pointed at, once again his gaze settling on the finger jabbed in his direction as if he wanted to break it off, committing the words to memory, every slight and insult against him. Usually anger was glorious to behold, but this just left him feeling cold.
"This ******** psycho came to pick a fight with me is what's going on.", he said evenly without a hint of emotion left in his voice.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 10:17 am
Jordan looked at Rep, at Ro, and back to Rep. He sighed tiredly. "Back up," he said, forcing his irritation and confusion under control, locking it down so that he could sort through the conflict logically without blowing up at anyone. "When I said tell me what happened, I meant sequence of events. Start from the beginning, no editorializing, no accusations." He folded his arms.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 1:31 pm
Tracey was a wall between them the large gleaming axe easily block Ro from Rep the anger and emotions filling their thick and hurtful. His own chest heaved slightly as he stared right at Rep and his weapon knowing if Jordan hand arrived that he would have been attached in seconds.
Instead he turned towards Jordan. His eyes still moist and his throat hoarse from yelling.
"You know as well as I that since we last hung out that your boyfriend here has been acting like a complete pricked on twitter. To top it off he stopped responding to my text I come by to find out what's wrong." He passed for a moment to take a deep breath and continue. "He goes batshit on me yelling to keep away from what's his all hurt because I hang out with you." He turned back to Rep pain clearly written in his eyes as he spoke. "To top it off he calls me useless. Arrogant and says I'm nothing but unwanted garbage!" He shifted slightly his fingers curling into a fist again.
"How do you think that feels Rep? Hoe would you feel if Jordan said that s**t about you right now? Huh? To have someone the person. someone you trust completely. utterly. rip you apart just for asking a question."
He was shaking again his words coming out somewhat choked.
<< Ro stop. You're going to start crying if you keep this up...>>
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 1:46 pm
Rep remained frozen in place, hardly moving other than very shallow controlled breathing as he glared at Ro, letting the other man yell without retorting in the same way. He was long off the edge of anger, into a place where he was balanced on the razor edge of deciding which way to react.
Even as the other man asked how he'd feel if Jordan said those things, he simply felt the rage condense even further, cold and vindictive. To him it felt like trying to make Jordan say those things, to turn him against him then and there, a call for backup.
He gave every impression of control bordering on boredom as he gave Jordan an even glance, the main factor betraying him being the way he kept his grip on the axe in his hand, with just a tremor of tension along his arm.
"I didn't ask him to come here. And he's still alive." The last point was made very crisply, as if stating some enormous act of self control.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 2:34 pm
Even, careful control was Jordan's way of dealing with most things; on Rep, it was a red flag, a warning sign that told Jordan that Rep was hurting badly, throwing up every wall and defense he had to cover it, because showing weakness was worse than death.
Jordan gave Ro a thoughtful look, then stepped in to lay a careful hand on Tracey's blade and push the axe down gently. "Rep," he said. "What's wrong?" Keep away from what's his -- because I hang out with you, the phrase echoed back. "I'm not going anywhere." It was a shot in the dark, and Jordan held his breath.
He'd have to apologize to Ferros later. Oddly, though, the dragon didn't seem upset.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 2:38 pm
Ro didn't move from where he stood. His arms where hanging at his side, his chest still heaving as he breathed trying to keep himself calm and level. The last thing he wanted to do was break down and cry or start yelling again, but deep down all he wanted to do was that. It likely wouldn't work but what was he going to do now?
The best he could was wait watching as Jordan moved towards Rep. One hand clenched still ready to pull Silvya out of thin air should Rep attack.
<< Shhh don't think that, he won't Jordan is here and he'll fix that okay? Just stay quiet and deep breaths Ro... >>
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 3:11 pm
He didn't seem to relax the way he normally did when addressed with such concern. Normally he'd have immediately crumbled and confided what was wrong - right now he couldn't. There was no way he could fit words around what was fundamentally so petty and riddled with self doubts. He did desummon Tracey however, the gentle contact seeming to lend the fallen angel's voice importance in his thoughts again, warmth in the cold place he'd consigned himself to.
But he didn't relax.
He looked up at Jordan anxiously, the faintest frown playing at the edges of his expression, the voice of doubt hissing in his thoughts. You say that now, he thought, you say that here and now, but nothing ever lasts, this dude's so nice, so naive and here I am, crazy and jealous to the point I want to mangle this threat until he's no longer a threat to anyone.
"Other than him getting up in my face and shoving me - generally ******** goading me into a fight, not much." It was a lie, something he didn't often do to Jordan for any reason, but showing weakness in front of Ro was unthinkable right now.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 3:19 pm
"You're more upset than you would be if he were just provoking you," Jordan said evenly, his eyes searching Rep's face.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 3:22 pm
With Tracey gone Roland relaxed ever so slightly, his shoulders seemed to slump a bit and the tense clenching of his hand seemed to fade. His breathing slowed and he continued to stand by waiting.
"I don't want a fight... if I wanted that there would have been far easier ways to get one..." A list of words names, dirty secrets left behind from Ferros talking to Sylvia that could fill that part.
"I just wanted to know why you where so pissed at me..." he muttered.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 3:31 pm
The bluff called he found himself once again pinned down, uncomfortable and with no easy way to wriggle out of the situation. He didn't want to come up with more lies, but he didn't want to speak either.
"I didn't want to talk to him because he was hanging around with the wrong ******** people. I'm allowed to choose who I want to be friends with right?" It was less a challenge in his words, more a plea, a last grasp at being allowed to continue his vein of jealousy.
Even Ro's comment that it would have been easy to get a fight if he wanted one struck Rep as an inherently arrogant statement. To his delicate pride it was a jibe at how easy he was to play, how volatile and mentally weak he was. It was clearly just another insult meant to bring him down in front of Jordan. "I told him that and he got in my face. I didn't want to wreck the room, its not mine to wreck."
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 3:37 pm
"The wrong people?" Jordan asked. He flicked his eyes to Ro, then back to Rep. "Who?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 3:44 pm
Ro's jaw dropped, "The wrong... wrong people!? Rep I hang out with Jordan I hang out with the person you live with and are dating!" He continued to stare in complete confusion and disbaleif. "And Ceres? Is she a bad person too? Because Jordan told me if I ever upset her he would kick my a** personally! And suddenly Harrison is the 'wrong people' too? Candace? You talk to Candace on twitter every day, we shared cake with our weapons and now she's the wrong person!?"
He threw his hands up into the air in confusion, "And up until last week I was hanging out with you!
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 3:48 pm
Ro got an irritated look as if that was entirely the point. "I don't care about the women. I told you hanging around with Candace was a bad ******** idea but you opted to ignore that. I don't give a ******** about them."
Clearly his problem was with that remained.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 3:54 pm
Jordan sorted through that. He blinked twice and gave Rep an incredulous look as the faint suspicion jelled into certainty. "Wait, are you jealous?"
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