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 Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 7:23 pm
Escape plan was not happening again. The lab techs were already alerted about their fidgeting patients, and found the one person present and on the bottom of the totem pole to send over.
Juggling two trays of food, Melvin huffed as he shoved the door open with his shoe and all but wanted to dump the tray then and there when he saw Otto. However, due to the greatness that was Twitter, he heard Rep had smeared him good. It did lift his spirits just a bit. It also put Rep in perspective in comparison to Otto, both men who had creamed Melvin on the training field. Not to this extent though.
"Room service." Melvin said in a tone that suggested he'd rather clean toilets than do this. Moving over between the beds, he looked Otto over. No casts. Damn shame.
"Take it." He stated, glancing to the closed curtain. He hoped Lance hadn't been moved to that side. In fact, he was a bit on edge thinking about it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 7:43 pm
For the most part Ro was off in his own little world on the other side of the curtain. When another person entered the room all he did was curl up harder trying to ignore whoever it was, his phone was still across the room discarded and ignored, buzzing every once in a blue when someone tweeted.
Rolling over he reached up with his left hand tugging the curtain back revealing his somewhat bitter and depressed gaze, "What?" He looked at the tray and sat up a bit more accepting it before staring down at his food avoiding contact at all cost with Melvin's eyes, his own seemed slightly blood shot.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 7:50 pm
Damnit. Escape plans failed. These Lifers were on their toes, today.
Otto sat in his bed, disgruntled and itching to leave. He was in pain, and his wound was tender, but he didn't see why he couldn't mope in his own room instead of in the infirmary.
And it only got better. Melvin showed up. Otto's eyes rolled back as he groaned. "The ******** is that s**t?" Otto complained, eyeing the tray Melvin was holding with a curled lip.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 8:04 pm
Melvin nearly head a heart attack when the curtain was pulled back, only to breath out when he saw it was Ro. Good. No Lance. When offered, Melvin let him take his tray before looking over at Otto who started to question the food. "Oh, this? Well THIS is gray s**t. THIS is lumpy s**t. Oh, and this is new on the menu. Green, Wilted s**t." He was faking excited over the menu before his face dropped. "Bon appetit." He said in a flat tone before setting the plate on his lap. What did he think it was? It was the same s**t they served in the cafeteria, just less...solid. Apparently the doctors just decided that anyone in infirmary needed to eat everything with a spoon. Well, at least they got chocolate milk.
Moving over, he went to grab a chair, before looking at a phone on the ground. Oh. What was this?
Melvin picked it up, checking it a moment. Hmm. Now what could he do with this?
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 8:14 pm
For a long while he stared at his food before digging in, for the most part he just ignored the two arguing beside him as he shoveled bland lumped nasty food into his mouth. He only stopped to look up at Melvin his voice somewhat horse when he spoke.
"That's my phone you have." Slowly he raised a right hand towards Melvin, "I got angry and I threw it."
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 8:18 pm
Melvin's helpful introduction to dinner was met with an icy glare from the teenager. His gaze dropped to the tray now sitting on his lap, the bridge of his nose scrunching up at the look of it. "I don't gotta eat this crap. Hell, it'll do me more harm than good. Pass." The southern teen took the tray and dropped it onto a nearby end table, crossing his arms with a huff.
"More like you threw a b***h tantrum and threw it." Otto corrected with a snort.
His gaze flicked to the chair Melvin was grabbing and scoffed. "Oh God, y'aren't actually stickin' around, are ya?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 8:31 pm
Melvin was looking through the phone, looking distracted a moment. "Why are you upset?" He asked Ro, glancing up from Ro's phone before looking over as Otto dumped his tray. Like he cared if he starved. All Melvin had to do was give it to him. Melvin wasn't being paid more to make airplane noises and spoon feeding him.
"I'm sticking around because someone keeps trying to leave when he is supposed to be resting. That is what you get for making trouble. Now I have to sit here and play babysitter." Fun times.
Nurse Wood. Has a nice ring to it.
So does Self-Administered Concussion. Rolls right off the tongue. Head trauma sounded like a better way to pass the time than this.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 8:57 pm
The first thing Melvin would notice was a lot of one way texts to Rep that never had responses, a tweet suggesting a spar. And a few messages to Jordan about hanging out. Nothing too deep other secret, except Ro was clearly distressed and irritated by a lack of Rep's responses and worry was shown in the texts to Jordan.
"I'm sorry I'm in a bad mood after nearly having my arm cut off just because I talk to Jordan in my spare time." Shifting about he tugged his tray closer munching down a bit more of the food before taking his phone back from Melvin.
"When can I get out of here, or at least get these bandages off?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 9:03 pm
Otto huffed. Babysitter? Feh! Whatever. Fine. He'd sit and be a 'good' patient. But not patiently.
As Melvin and Ro talked, Otto tried to slouch in bed. But that just put strain on his shoulder, and he had to make do with resting 'properly'. Goddamn you, Rep.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 9:18 pm
"Not sure, but you aren't leaving tonight. No one talked about coming over to remove those bandages either so get comfortable." Melvin got up and lightly tossed the phone back into Ro's lap before taking his seat, leaning back and looking at both sorry, pouty excuses. Like little girls, these two. He half expected steam to shoot from outs their ears. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out some Big Red and unwrapped a piece slowly.
As he did, he pointed to Otto. "Now I heard Rep beat you to this state." His finger traveled to point at Ro. "Why are you beat up, and how does Jordan play into it?" Melvin already talked to Jordan and he wasn't in the infirmary. Something was up, and he had time to kill.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 9:24 pm
The phone bounced once on his bed his hand moving to pocket the device though he seemed to white knuckle the device just a bit in the process before going back to the remains of what passed as a 'meal'.
"Because I tried to make amends with a psychopath that's why. Jordan is just the reason Rep's being a stuck up spoiled psychotic brat who thinks the best solution is to try and kill me because I'm apparently a terrible person I don't know anymore I don't care."
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 9:30 pm
Otto raised a brow as Melvin pointed to him, his statement earning a flat look. His eyes rolled into the back of his head at Ro's whining, and huffed impatiently.
"p***y."
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 10:58 pm
"Yeah, cause it is obvious that you don't care. What did you have to make amends for? I heard Jordan controls Rep's leash. I didn't think he needed much handling at all, though you two..." He looked at them both. "Wonder what made him so pissed off at you to go this far." Wasn't there some sort of disciplinary action for putting hunters in the infirmary.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 11:00 pm
"I made him jealous, he thinks I'm trying to steal Jordan from him and has been going more insane then usual." He poked his chest, "He crushed my already mangled shoulder into the dirt and was laughing at me yelling about learning my place and not to take whats his."
He jerked a thumb towards Otto in the bed beside him, "He was jut at the wrong place at the wrong time."
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 11:26 pm
Dang. Rep really put Ro through the ringer. Otto got off lucky, it seemed. Then again Otto didn't go out of his way to poke buttons. Not that Ro did either. Otto had actually been behaving back there.
Go figure.
"So you riled him up." Otto said with a click of his tongue. "Way to go."
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