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 Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 1:36 pm
"Okay.. okay good." Dylon smiled, backing into the bar. He let out a breathy sigh as he entered the bar to get some booze, rubbing his own shoulders as a job well done. He single handedly saved the bar~....door. The bar door. Dylon emerged shorty after with two beers in hand. He smiled hopefully, sitting across from Melvin and offering him the bottle. "No worries about paying me back. This one's on me. Cheers, man."
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 2:08 pm
He managed to find a seat on a old bucket, and sat there in the dark while checking his phone for missed calls or text messages. There were none. There hadn't been one in months.
When Dylon came, he pocketed his phone and took the beer, wishing it was harder liquor but glad all the same for something. "So....do you usually run in front of axes to talk to complete strangers?" He asked, popping the top of the beer and drinking it. There was no reason for him to lift his bottle. Cheers was not a sort of thing he felt should be done at the moment. He broke a door and ******** up on Twitter, further ruining his reputation and image. Celebrating was far from the moment.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 2:57 pm
"Not my normal idea of a Tuesday night, no." He chuckled, taking a swig of the beer with a shrug. "I wanted to be a hero, that's all." He scratched his nose with his free hand. "I was also expecting a few more guys here to help me out. Gotta say, I was a little scared for a bit. I'm not sure how well Vahn can block and axe to the face, you know?" "Oh, um... my name is Dylon, by the by. I'm from the Moon Division." He already knew this was Melvin, thanks to Twitter.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 3:37 pm
"Well, I can't say too many people will carry you on their shoulders." He said, looking around and seeing that no on else had rushed to save the bar. "Maybe they just went inside instead of hanging around." Or maybe it was all talk and no showing.
"I wasn't aiming for you. I don't hurt people like that. Like...physically trying to chop them up. I just..wanted to take it out on something inanimate and harmless to hurt someone else." He picked at the handle end of the axe, staring at it. "Was just pissed....but guess I sound more like a coward for taking it out on a door."
Hearing Dylon was a Moon only made it worse, and he winced at hearing that. "Great. I must look like a idiot." He respected Moon Division a lot for their ability to heal and help people on the field, and always wanted to give them assistance when he was on a mission. Looking like a complete moron in front of one made him want to go under a rock.
"Well....Hi Dylon. I'm Melvin. Crazed, axe-wielding Lifer with nothing else to do on a Tuesday night." He took another sip of the beer."
He paused a moment and then looked back at the man. "Thanks...though. I really didn't have a plan for anything but the door."
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 4:18 pm
"I'd say take it out on a pillow next time, but since you didn't seem keen on the training dummy idea.." He laughed regardless, "But it's okay. I'm just glad you stopped. I know it's just a door, and your business is none of my business." Dylon gave a smile as he was often seen doing no matter the scenario. Always a smile or a laugh. "Not an idiot, no. A bit brash, maybe." And irrational. And maybe hot headed. All based on a rather terrible first impression. "Rational enough to be talked off of wanton destruction of doors." The asian nodded and tipped his imaginary hat to Melvin's introduction, before taking a sip of beer as well. "That's good to hear. I was worried you might have escalated to burning the place down." To this he gave a good laugh.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 6:04 pm
"Couldn't find the kerosene." He said, and took another sip. He didn't add on if that was a joke or not.
"I'm not brash. I think that's the first thing I've broken." The only other time he was physically aggressive in anger was when he and Rep fought in the kitchen and he threw some pots. He never really did that unless things really got to him.
"Just....sort frustrated at him. Or with me. I don't know." He ran a hand through his hair as he leaned the axe against his leg.
"The bar just - had meaning to it. To our fight. It's like he's not being punished if he's laughing about it on Twitter." And that got to him. He wanted Rep to feel miserable too.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 7:19 pm
Dylon chuckled a little quieter at Melvin's possible joke. "I get wanting to make him feel what you think he should feel. It doesn't make what you did any less arrogant, even if you don't care that it is." He took a good swig of his beer, resting his arms over his knees soon after. "Again, I'm not defending Rep here, just letting you know. But I feel like your mission here is a bit one sided and... not likely to win. I could be wrong, though. I still won't let you break down the door. Not unless the place is on fire and you're trying to set people free inside."
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 4:37 am
"If there was a fire, I'd make a really shitty fireman." He said, taking another deep drink from his beer and finishing it off.
"Not much for wielding axes. Felt dramatic though." And slightly empowering.
"Well, you were successful. I'll probably have to pay for it anyways. I doubt he'd get pissed off about it much. Harrison could probably whip him up a new one anyways."
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 8:46 am
"Then alls well that ends well." Dylon gleamed, leaning over and clinking Melvin's empty bottle with his own. "Do you need another? Or are you all calmed down now?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 1:35 pm
"I'm fine." He assured the man. "I told you. I don't...normally do this. Sorry I couldn't have met you when I'm more level-headed." It was a shitty way to make a first impression to a guy who seemed generally nice and caring. Just like a moon. It was fitting.
"I don't need another. I've got some whiskey back at my place." He said, thinking of the near empty bottle back in the greenhouse.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 2:09 pm
Dylon nodded, clapping him on the shoulder. "No worries, man. And if you still feel angry later? Chuck some of those bottles against an abandoned building. Just.... yanno, maybe sweep it up later on. Courtesy and all." The man grinned, moving to stand. "You go home and enjoy that whiskey." The man felt proud of himself. Finding happiness in helping others for his own sense of self satisfaction. "And hey, cheer up! Theres more fish in the sea."
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 4:50 pm
He slowly got up, frowning. "Yeah....fish..okay." He guessed he could find other friends, but it was hard to let go of someone you knew for so long. However, it seemed Rep was already moving on with ease. There really was no other choice but to keep swimming.
It just meant the waters were a little colder than before.
"Thank....for everything. I'm sorry for ruining your evening." With a nod, he took the empty bottle and the axe and headed back down the path to the greenhouse.
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