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 Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 10:39 am
"It's nae bother." Rep replied to Otto's gratitude. He didn't expect thanks, thanks were always tough when you were young and hiding behind a bristly wall of pride. The fact he got as much as he did was heartening and frankly, reward enough for the generosity he was wheeling out.
"Back in a second." he said, turning and vanishing into the dark cave, followed by a few strange sounds, twanging of cables, low thuds and grating stone. The sounds repeated after a short time and he emerged with a rather large chest under one arm. It clinked slightly as each step rattled the bottles within.
"You are in ******** luck." he said. "I had some mars bars left. I ate all the snickers though." he opened the chest to establish what he'd brought. "Tossed in some of the other extras, there's some like, curly wurlys and s**t in there too."
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 10:51 am
Otto stared with concern as noises echo'd through the cave. His imagination came up with various scenarios, including a secret lair with pulleys and shifting walls leading into a vast mass production warehouse.
And then Rep came back out with good news and a chest of wonders.
The teen peered into the chest, his stomach nearly growling at the sight of the goodies he'd soon indulge in. "I never had them before.... but they look ******** good.." So, so good. Chocolate anything was Godly.
Rep was being so nice. Giving him booze and chocolate...
Oh no.. he was gunna get emotional. He could feel it rising again like a hormonal woman.
"It looks really good.." he whined with a hitch in his voice, rubbing his eyes furiously with his stretched out sleeves, sniffling to keep it all in. "I'll take it.."
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 11:38 am
"It is good." Rep confirmed triumphantly. "Though mind, if you are drinking this s**t straight." he tapped a bottle of southern with a nail. "Try and drink it in equal parts to water. If you are drowning your sorrows theres nae reason to bring them all back sevenfold the next day when you are ******** hungover and half dead."
He closed the crate up and put it back under his arm. "And yer welcome. I'll bring it back to your dorm for you, I'm no doing anything anyway and its better than ******** sitting thinking about those ******** nightmares."
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 11:54 am
Otto nodded, as if taking what Rep said to memory. Drink it 'responsibly'. Surely he'd remember that much. It was common sense, right?
The teen nodded, turning to navigate the rocks again. It was a good thing Rep was carrying the heavy chest. It's weight wouldn't have been an issue on it's own, but traversing the uneven grounds with it would have been.
"Y'mean the s**t Alice made us see?" Otto mumbled, recalling having spoken to walls and tossing toilet brushes rather than what he'd thought he'd been doing.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 12:04 pm
"Aye." he said as he hopped across the rocks, he wasn't sure who Alice was short of assuming it was something to do with the force that had been ******** with their collective brains of late. "That s**t. It was all fake but that doesn't mean I can ******** convince my brain of that s**t. You don't just ******** forget things. Or I don't anyway. I get caught in ******** cycles. I just ******** want to sleep." finally they reached soft sand again.
"I'm fed up with all the ********. And because of it I made a complete tit of myself in front of Simon, the guy who thinks I am a useless ******** waste of space and would really like some excuse to kill me off. You can imagine it went down like a lead balloon." He knew in contrast to Otto's problems, that of losing a girlfriend - and not even the first loss he'd suffered in recent years - his own grievances were small and petty, but it didn't matter, he figured the other guy wouldn't want to dwell on heavy things right now, there'd be time for it later.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 2:51 pm
Simon. Yeah, he'd seemed like a fairly bad person to piss off. He recalled getting shot at for not wanting to cosplay in a mission the first time he'd met Allen. That spoke wonders for his temperament. It was good that he wasn't dead, but unsettling to know they'd all made fools of themselves before him.
Not to mention Rep had actually been butt naked through it all. Otto was thankful he didn't ordinarily sleep in the nude. He also made note never to do so in the future.
"I know what you mean." He replied after some thought, "I feel like.. we don't seem to get anything relevant done anymore. We're jerked around a lot. Dragged through all these stupid games. Like... what ever happened to.... saving the world?"
It seemed silly to ask. It seemed like a naive concept.
"Are the Horsemen still a threat? Why are the O hunters even bothering with civil war when we're all here for something more than that? Why are we dying and having our sanity ripped to shreds for nothing?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 4:26 pm
Rep nodded emphatically. "******** exactly. I've been asking over and ******** over again what the point is in even being here if all we do lately is seem to get ******** played like complete tits by big ******** monsters and the administration in this shithole." He shook his head. "I expected I could be useful once upon a time. I'm actually ******** half way decent at fighting, I spend my every ******** day training and keeping myself finely tuned for a fight which never ******** happens. We aren't saving the world, we are just ******** rotting out here while the backstabbers climb the ranks."
He walked a little more briskly. "As for the horsemen, who knows? We nuked them to ******** but they didn't seem gone, they still seem to be around if ******** quiet. I just want to ******** murder the s**t we are supposed to. I dunno man, I don't think we are the only people asking these questions either." He shrugged. "I'm starting to think the O thing is just staged by the higher ups to put us off of staging a legit coup ourselves."
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 4:36 pm
In his wounded and disillusioned haze, Rep's conspiracy theory seemed horrifically plausible to the gullible teen in mourning. The higher ups would try something that shady, he was certain now. Controlling them, humiliating them, making them completely subservient by means of intimidation.
Like his jack a** of a ********..." Otto growled, sniffling and rubbing his eye. Now he wondered if maybe they were actually government agents who sought out people who "saw things" and sent them to this island to die. Like that horrible sanatorium that took him and Gale to Neverland.
He felt sick as these ideas seemed like reality. They'd let Nevada die, sending her on a mission knowing full well how vulnerable she was. The hatred rose up inside of him, making the pain of her loss more foul and painful. He hated this island. He hated everyone who ran it. He hated Halloween for taking away his girl. He hated everything.
Otto kicked at the sand angrily, sending a stray rock flying into the ocean nearby. He could really use that booze now. Or anything that was even mildly destructive.
"Just.. ******** everything!!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 4:01 pm
Rep gave Otto a very subtle and slight smile for his tantrum. He didn't want to patronise him, but he knew the feeling, he was used to outrage and anger taking over. It was somehow heartening and refreshing to see someone else equally frustrated by the constant barrage of suffering and hassle they were all subjected to.
"One day we'll get off this rock and back into civilian life. One day we'll win. Even if it seems like a retarded pipe dream right now, it's not. I'm no going to die in the traces like a work horse. I'm going to retire in Vegas and get a tiger one ******** day wether they like it or not. On that day I'll make sure to leave the door open for you when I leave."
He eyed the line of the horizon. "Cause you are too smart to be stuck on this shithole with the backstabbers for ever and too smart to get killed." He nodded, as if deciding something definitively and turned towards the dorm buildings, walking a short distance ahead.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 4:30 pm
Otto never considered such a thing. Actually winning the war before he died in it. An end result. Would they ever live to see such a thing? Hunters had existed for eons. Why would such a wonderful end happen to them in this life time? But Rep called him smart. Otto lifted his head, staring at the back of the man's head with some disbelief. He followed after him, catching up with a jog. "This place is givin' me cabin fever. Next mission off island comes up, I'm takin' it. Do some real ******** fighting, and not in my damned head and dreams."
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 7:16 pm
"Aye, I know the feeling. I almost want to volunteer for a thing to get the ******** out of here. Only I know better than to volunteer on this shithole. Especially when its usually Life division's hands you end up in."
He kicked the dorm doors open, his hands full with the crate of spoils.
"Even in Sun, you'll find it hard to get a straightforward hitting s**t mission lately. Sometimes I worry they are gearing up for something big out there, sometimes I worry even more that they aren't, that this life we live is all there is. That we'll be trainees in the eyes of the superiors until the day we escape."
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 5:00 am
"You'll get ******** over if you show initiative, and ******** over if you don't show enough." Rep was right. There was just no way to see progress made. They felt like trapped animals. Or maybe worse. "God. As if I needed more reasons to drink tonight."
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 10:39 am
"Yep." Rep agreed. "Effort just gets you ******** punished. You end up doing the exact minimum you can get away with. And not even because you don't want to. I would work hard if they let me. But they don't so its their ******** problem."
He paused in the hallway and looked thoughtful.
"You are gonnae need to lead the way to your room unless you want to take it the rest of the way yourself."
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 3:41 pm
If there were any dangers leading Rep to Otto's dorm room, the teen wasn't aware of them at this time. "Oh, right. This way." Up onto the second floor and down the hall, Room 220 was where Otto led the red headed hunter. He went ahead and used his key to get inside. The room was clean, well kept despite Otto being a slob if left alone. With the fussing of Molly and Kostya, it was hard to let it go unless either of them went away. "Thanks. Um.. just put it... where ever.." He'd figure it out later.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 6:52 am
Rep was more than happy to follow Otto up to his room, he didn't often get to see how other hunters lived because predictably, people didn't generally want him in their places of residence.
"Woah." he said as they entered. "This place is swanky as ********." And by his standards it was, the guys lived a lot more simply because for three gay guys they actually did not possess a huge amount of interior design sense and certainly none that integrated together well.
He set the crate down on the floor and sat down on the fancy as ******** couch.
"So, you need any help drinking that stuff?" he asked hopefully.
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