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 Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 12:09 pm
Rep crossed his arms, not budging from where he was, as Melvin eyed him after reading what he'd written, his expression twisted into a smug smirk. But ultimately the defiance was a test, Melvin still had what he wanted, had him by the only vice he could sustain on the island, and he couldn't really go anywhere. It was a brief and bitter victory.
The comment about the glasses really irritated him, absolutely got under his skin and it was the first time since Rin that he'd considered summoning Tracey.
"My aim is just ******** fine you smug b*****d - and no. I'm not going anywhere without the rest of that ******** hot chocolate, so..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 12:18 pm
Melvin looked up, then over at the notebook still left on the counter. "I can give you 5 packets for now. That notebook there still on the counter. I want you to take it and write in it. Each day, I want you to write 3 pages. The words have to fit inside the lines, no going two lines for one word, and no stretching out words by putting more space between each letter or word. Write up to the sides of the paper, don't leave a inch on either side. If you don't, you get nothing and I'll just dump the hot chocolate in a toilet and send you a picture." He was serious.
"I want you to write each day, 3 pages a day, for a week. At the end of the week, you hand over the notebook and you get the entire box." He said, watching him. "That's my offer." He waited.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 12:28 pm
"Three ******** pages? I don't even know that many people. How the s**t am I meant to write that much about people?" he clenched his hand into a fist on the table. "Twitter is a ******** effort for me."
He was edging further and further into desperation. "Have some ******** mercy man. I don't do this nerd s**t. I don't write. I wouldn't even know what to."
"Is there nothing else I could do for you?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 12:54 pm
Melvin looked at Rep. "I never said you had to write about other people. Just write about anything. Write about how your day went. Write about something you're thinking of. I don't care what it's about, just write till you hit 3 pages or more. It's not nerd stuff to write. You just wrote two sentences right then about how much you hate me. All you had to do was keep on going. You can jump all over the place with thoughts and subjects. All I ask is you to write, and no. I'm not being easy on you. This is my deal and these are my terms. You can go back and drink sugar water or you can take ..." Melvin tilted his head a moment, looking at Rep. "...7 packets for now." Yes, there was a little mercy, but only very little.
"Deal?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 12:56 pm
Rep wilted, not even slightly comfortable with the idea of writing what felt like such an impossible amount each day. It felt like pointless and cruel punishment, like homework without even a class to back it up.
"What the ******** do you even stand to gain from this s**t man?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 1:09 pm
Melvin did not smile or frown. He just looked over at Rep. "I want something to read." Rep was the paranoid sort, wondering what people would do to hurt or harm him. It was a good viewpoint to have and showed he wasn't naive to people screwing him over. While Melvin could just as easily have Rep do something labor intensive or any other random hoop to jump through, this was the one thing he wanted to see. Rep did not write, did not like reading, and seemed self-conscious of his glasses. However, he was observant. "Don't worry. I won't be reading it out loud to anyone. I'll be the only one reading it. Cross my heart and hope to be torn apart by shadows."
"Now - do we have a deal?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 2:03 pm
"I don't ******** exist for your entertainment you know." Rep snarled irritably at Melvin. "I have other s**t to be doing with my life than writing some kind of ******** homework for you, you are a ******** creep and I hope you are torn apart by ******** shadows."
He took the glasses off and put them back in his pocket. "I should just go back to coke, dealers are easier to deal with than you."
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 3:08 pm
"You don't live for my entertainment. I'm just giving you something in exchange for another. I haven't asked for personal belongings, am not thinking of ways to send you out on my personal errands like some little servant, and I'm not getting you in trouble in any way. I just want to read. Really, you are in control of what you write even. Would you rather I charge a ridiculous amount of money for it?" He asked, watching Rep throwing a fuss but still not leaving. The Sun wanted this and he knew it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 3:11 pm
"You could charge a ridiculous amount if you wanted, but I wouldn't be able to pay it. I don't have much money at all, so whatever. I'll do this ******** retarded errand of yours only cause I have no other ******** choice. But don't expect to ever get anything easy from me ever either." He snorted. "And don't ******** pretend you are being generous or lenient either, I ******** hate writing s**t. Its hard."
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 3:29 pm
"Okay. I hear you. You can bust my balls if I ever come needing anything from you." He rose up, moving to one of the minipet tanks and entered in a code before it opened. Inside, he took out a few packets and then shut it. It locked with a soft click before Melvin went over and set the packet of 7 (technically 8 if Rep took the one he already opened) on the table. "If you have any trouble with it, just text me."
Melvin went back to the binder, sitting back down.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 3:33 pm
Rep took and pocketed the packets as soon as they were set down, even carefully folding the one he'd opened so as not to lose a drop.
"You are a b*****d Melvin." he growled, before snatching up the notebook indignantly. "And if you don't keep your ******** word, I'm going to ******** murder you."
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 3:35 pm
Melvin smiled. "If you do, can you wear your glasses?" Yeah, he was being a bit of a b*****d. "They really are cute." He said, being honest.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 3:38 pm
Rep froze, notebook in hand, completely scandalised and shocked by the sheer audacity of the other hunter. As much as he willed it otherwise, he couldn't help the blush that set up residence on his features with the intensity only a redhead could manage.
"I...w..th...NAW THEY URNAE."
And with that, he turned on his heel and got the hell out of there before further embarrassment could come his way. He didn't run, really. It was just very fast walking.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 3:43 pm
Melvin watched Rep RUN out of the lab before closing his binder. With the Sun gone, he could then move the hot chocolate to another place so that Rep didn't get frustrated and come back and try to break into this one.
As he took the box out, he looked back. "Didn't even need a axe for that." He said with a smile before leaving the lab. He'd be waiting for the release of Rep's latest novel.
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