|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 10:05 pm
He scratched his beard as he eyed the other man, seeming to be giving him an honest appraisal. "Not the type to keep toys. Neat. Obviously, given like your nails, the way you always look people over. I guess maybe a barren room. Lonely. You seem like the kind of guy who fills the void with other things than like, silly junk." He shrugged, he could only guess about people, and he hadn't pegged Melvin as anyone with any kind of softer side, however subtle. Then again, at first he hadn't really figured Harrison the type to keep things like that either. Stuffed toys were a ******** mystery.
"Well it was hard for me. I don't like pinning down words on a page. It's awkward."
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 10:15 pm
Melvin continued to the next page. "A barren room, huh? So you think I get done with duty work and just sit on my bed staring at a wall each day just...thinking? Even that sounds boring to me." Still, the fact Rep didn't know him well was showing that he hadn't given much away which suited him just fine.
Melvin was lost in reading a particularly interesting page before he spoke up again. "Whatever you do for the first time is awkward. I half wondered if you'd find some books in the library and just copy that. I'm glad you decided not to cheat." What was surprising was how open Rep had been when he knew beforehand that Melvin would be reading.
"You did remember a few things from the past, and have a lot here that you want to say. Why not say it?" He asked, not looking up. "You already admitted that you might die any day now."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 10:39 pm
"It's pretty s**t I have to say." Rep offered "I mean like, that's what I did when I got here?" And what he'd done a great deal of growing up, entertaining himself tossing a knife at the wall until the plaster crumbled. "But aye, I guess your brain would get all antsy locked up with nothing to do."
Melvin got a look of revelation as he mentioned the library. "I should have done that, that would have been way ******** easier than just pulling s**t out of my brain. I didn't think. I was just like, whatever, I'll write anything down."
His expression changed to one of bafflement at Melvin's question. "I do say it. No one ever ******** listens to me."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 10:54 pm
Melvin was getting rather engrossed in Rep's notebook and had listened while rapidly reading. It was good he was a quick reader or else he'd have to have Rep wait longer and he didn't know how long the man's already small patience would last. Still, talking was good when Melvin was reading through and addressing things he now read.
"You said it yourself. Words are like walls, but I think everyone has a hard time understanding. Sometimes even writing it out and giving it to someone is easier." He often found he sometimes couldn't say things out loud and felt more organized and could collect his thoughts out on paper. It was a good way to pick and choose what you wanted to say. It gave you time to think.
"I think everyone has a hard time understanding each other. I thought with everyone working together that there would be more camaraderie during Thanksgiving. Is it always like that?" He asked, flipping another page. He was nearly done.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 11:04 pm
"Aye it's always like that, least since I got here. Fighting and fighting and being ******** dicks. Not that I'm allowed to complain about that, I should have expected it, I mean like, apparently being part of the problem and s**t." he shrugged, he'd been hoping that the holidays would have some magical power to make people co-operate for once and get along. But if they couldn't even do it on the battlefield with lives at stake, it was dumb to think they could for a meal.
"It's just the way s**t is."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 11:16 pm
"Not exactly inspiring. At least they have to find some good things in each other to want to save them." He said, hoping that was a correct assumption. Despite the fighting, several people he knew looked out for certain other people. "Well, as long as you're their friends." And that was the key to it. If you didn't have people in your corner, your chances of living dropped.
"Why were you fighting during Thanksgiving dinner?" He was on the last page.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 11:20 pm
"They'll look out for people as long as they have something to gain. I don't let them away with s**t so they want nothing more to do with me. I don't kiss up." He didn't entirely understand why people couldn't see the difference between the things he said and his actual intent. Then again, it wasn't a clear cut difference, in spates of anger he would do brutal and vicious things that threw his intentions into question. Complicated.
At the mention of thanksgiving dinner he clenched his hands into fists. "Because Leon turned out to be a backstabbing arsehole."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 11:30 pm
Melvin finished the notebook, closing it slowly. "I didn't know you didn't like Leon. I haven't talked to him much." The man did give him a cashmere sweater, something that gave Leon a lot of brownie points. Melvin had yet to find any real fault with him.
"How did he back-stab you?" As he asked, he reached under his bed and pulled out a box. The outside labels were a bit white-washed, but opening it showed there were a good number of hot chocolate packets inside. However, at the rate Rep went at it, it might last him a week or two.
Holding it, he went over and offered it to Rep.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 11:52 pm
"I thought he was a friend. He tells me he wants me dead when I asked him to fill my glass. That kind of back stab." he said coolly, that was all there was to it as far as he was concerned, he didn't remember the promise or the point where he'd broken it. Even talking about it was still raw, there was nothing he hated more than being sniped when he was reaching out, and on this island that seemed to happen all the time.
He took the box as if it was full of solid gold bars.
He gave Melvin another suspicious look. "But like, surely there was like, a reason you picked writing rather than like." he waved a hand vaguely. "Anything else."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 11:59 pm
Melvin went to the bed, picking up the notebook. "You're not the only person who likes to know more about people." He said, moving over and dropping the notebook in the box of Hot Chocolate. Now that he read it, there was no reason to keep it.
"You should keep writing. You seem frustrated a lot. I think writing out what you think and feel is good. When you don't want to talk to anyone else or feel like you can't, you can at least write for just yourself. It's a nice way to vent." It had helped him since he was young, especially when he had no one else to talk to. When there was no one else he wanted to talk to.
"You got a lot on your shoulders Rep, and seeing a man with a axe that high strung makes me nervous." He crawled back on his bed, sitting back down.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 12:08 am
Rep gave Melvin an odd look. Once again he was left completely unsure what to make of the other man. He was so used to being able to read people, to almost feel the ebb and flow of their emotions - wether he wanted to or not. But nope, not Melvin, he was still a mystery, everything in him warned of ulterior motives, that he had to be doing it for something, but he had the hot chocolate and he had the book.
And was none the wiser.
"Maybe." he said gruffly, it had been hard work, and Rep's aversion to hard work, especially of the scholarly inclination, ran pretty deep. Only nerds gave themselves homework.
It took him a moment to even think how to respond to the comment about the axe. "Well. It shouldn't. It's on your side." was all he could think to say. Words came a lot less easy out loud than on paper.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 12:13 am
Melvin adjusted the covers, all prepared to make a nice hangover cocoon again. He smiled at Rep a moment. "That's nice to hear. I appreciate it." He didn't reach for Allan yet. "Despite it not being much of anything, you have my shitty gun on your side."
I am NOT shitty. You're the shitty gunner.
I was just comparing weapons.
Don't. I'm better. End of story.
"Have fun with your sugar coma, Tiger." He pointed out.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 12:18 am
Rep headed over to the door still carrying the box like some rare and priceless artifact, giving Melvin a broad, toothy and honest grin. "As long as that offer comes with the brain attached, we are even."
He patted the box, apparently not offended in the least by the nickname. And don't ******** worry. I will.
And with that, he deftly left Melvin to his hangover.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
