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 Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 5:47 pm
For the record, a sexy bank robber costume would be a step up for the hobo Chel.
She held the whiskey gingerly and looked around his room. "Pretty sweet digs ya got here," she said, glancing around the room. "It's up to you dude. You're the one who needs a drink, not me."
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 6:08 pm
"Thanks." He was a sucker for order, and everything in his room screamed just that; the way his books were organized, the way every label for every bottle and box was facing outwards perfectly...it was almost neurotic.
"Not really a need, but..." He shrugged lamely, and began to head out of his room. Though, when he reached the door, he paused and held it open for her, tilting his head to invite her through first.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 6:10 pm
Chel definitely liked Ripley. She might have to take him from Finn. "Okay, deserve," she corrected.
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Chel opened the door to her room and walked in first (no door was held for Ripley, sorry). "Make yourself at home~" she purred. It was hardly a placed Mr. Neurotic was going to fee lcomfortable though. Clothes were everywhere, boxes were opened and half filled or not filled at all, dishes were left in the sink and worst of all the bedspread was not done.
Dun dun dun.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 6:34 pm
"Thank you." Now, was that too hard to ask?
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The door opened to chaos. Absolute chaos. He managed to avoid looking repulsed or uncomfortable though, and simply surveyed the room with an air of distant disinterest. Clothes everywhere, boxes for no reason, dishes he was pretty sure were about to grow mold, and an unmade bed. Well - the bed he could understand. The clothes, well...certain circumstances practically demanded that, but everything else?
"Nice place." He lied, at least semi-convincingly. "Straight from the bottle, or glass?" At this rate, he was pretty keen on the bottle. Who knows where those glasses had been...
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 6:41 pm
Chel rolled her eyes and said, "Great lyin' skills. I know it's a mess. Don't care."
She bounded over to sit on her bed, crossing her legs like a child and staring at Ripley. "Bottle's fine. Long as you don't mind my cooties," she taunted. The bed was gestured to in a "come sit" motion.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 7:22 pm
"I've seen worse." As if that would help; he didn't even feel slightly guilty over lying about it. His shoes had been abandoned at the door on habit alone, and her beacon was answered without question, and he moved to sit beside her on the bed, in a similar position.
"I'm sure there are worse out there." He assured her rather seriously about her cooties, but made no hint of his, though his would likely be just as bad as his. After a moment of thought he reached over, snatching the whiskey from her - and quickly replacing it with the vodka, indiana jones-style - to start drinking that first. One nice, burning, face-numbing sip later, he let it down.
"Cheers." He added, belatedly.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 7:27 pm
Chel laughed at Ripley's eagerness. She could see why Finn found him desirable, but had yet to see why Ripley had reciprocated.
"So all I know about you is that your d**k's been in Finn's butt," she commented very idly. "What's your deal." Chel's very classy way of saying "tell me about yourself."
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 8:14 pm
He almost, almost sputtered on his drink at her rather blunt, abrupt comment. He managed to keep his expression in check, and his feelings to himself, but damn. The girl knew how to surprise.
Unfortunately, he couldn't help the small chuckle; probably in part to the head shot now coupled with whiskey.
"Charming." Another drink seemed quite appropriate. "I still don't understand how you came to that conclusion." She hadn't been wrong about their relationship, but sixth sense didn't cut it with him.
"Deal?" He parroted. "About what?" There was so many ways to interpret that one.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 8:22 pm
"Oh? Yeah I guess it makes more sense you'd be a bottom," Chel said with a nod. That was the conclusion she thought he was referring to her.
She took a sip of her own drink, but wasn't feeling like getting anything more than tipsy tonight. She wanted to watch Ripley a little. "As in like, what's your story? Interests, hobbies- you like long walks on the beach?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 8:35 pm
Ripley sighed. Well, let her draw the conclusions she wanted; clearly not saying anything was going to help him anyway, and he wasn't about to start defending himself.
"My story..." Ripley repeated, his amber eyes focusing on a spot across the room that he never actually saw. Here, the struggle began for real; be private, or try to connect with another human being. It was a tough call for him, and always would be.
"Long walks is fine, I guess." He mused to buy himself some time. "I like rock climbing. And paintball." Apparently, today, human contact won over his overwhelming need to keep most things about himself, to himself. "And being as infuriatingly vague as possible." This time, he smirked, clearly taking a shot at himself.
"And you? What's your deal?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 8:39 pm
"Rockclimbing? Like real rockclimbing?" She whistled and said, "Damn I'm jealous. I always wanted to go rockclimbing." No money though. Chel's family hadn't been exorbitantly wealthy in either money or networking skills.
She was jealous how all these people around her seemed to have a life and cool hobbies. "Hm, me? I like video games. I beat Jack in like eveeery game." That was entirely untrue, but Ripley wouldn't know any better- right? "I liiiiike ... my friends not dying of random zombie attacks." She gave a grin. Soon was never too soon. "Ummmmmmm..... I like dyeing my hair?" How obvious was that??
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 8:42 pm
"Or fake, sure." Man made or natural, if he had foot and hand holds, he was there. "I can take you one day, if you'd like. There's a cliff face on the island, or perhaps next month's vacation." He shrugged; honestly, he hadn't taken much in the way of vacation time since he started. To date, he had only used his days once.
Video games. Did everyone but him like them? Or play them more than once a lifetime before being forced? "You should play with Finn." He was good at games; Jack didn't seem like the gamer type to him, but he could be wrong. When it came to this, he usually was.
"That's pretty important." He agreed to the zombie bit, though he had to wonder if that was really it for her; her whole deal with games, no zombies and hair dye? "Long walks on the beach?" He questioned, because it was only fair.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 8:56 pm
"Sure!" she said. "That'd be fun!" She was forming a better picture of Ripley and it improved with every sentence that tumbled out of his mouth. She was glad to see that SOMEONE in this friend group had a hobby outside of being an a*****e and alcohol. Herself included.
"Oh I beat Finn too," she bragged. Again, entirely untrue. So untrue.
At his joke, Chel said, "Yeah, and long walks on the beach." Her face lit up suddenly. "Hey wait! I got an idea- why dont' we go walk on the beach now?" That actually sounded somewhat fun to Chel. "We can pick up seashells and stuff!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 9:34 pm
"Forgive me, but I will never play with you." Though he paused for a moment, as if realizing what he was saying and more importantly how, before he corrected: "Video games, I mean."
"...Now?" His voice only bore mild surprise, likely because it seemed out of no where. Sure, beaches had been talked about, but actively walking? There were very few times in his life where he felt actively lazy, and today was actually one of them. Still, in the name of making new friends...
"I suppose." He agreed, managing to keep any and all traces of secret disappointment from his voice. Moving was difficult, and he was comfortable enough here, especially with his alcohol. But, oh well. Beach and seashells it was. Fresh air couldn't hurt, he argued with himself as he dutifully got up, setting his drink aside for the time being.
A gloved hand then made a gesture towards the door, in an implied Ladies First.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 9:38 pm
Chel was (accidentally) inconsiderate of Ripley's tiredness. In her eagerness to visit the beach, she'd forgotten that Ripley had had quite a day.
But Ripley didn't protest, so Chel bounded out the door. "What makes you interested in Finn?" she asked. Another out of the blue question. She was curious what had attracted such a nice guy like Ripley to such an a*****e.enoh love she means that with love O 7 Oa;;;
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