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 Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 6:17 pm
Otto decided Melvin's coping mechanisms were not his business. Otto knew the grieving process was complicated, but for Melvin? He needed to get himself professional help. So, for now, he allowed the topic to switch. He'd only push buttons if Melvin got on his nerves. That seemed fair. "Um. Sure... but I ain't one of your research experiments am I? These things are safe to eat, right?" Otto hated veggies, usually. But Cami often made him eat healthy.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 7:45 pm
"Don't worry. If it was baked into a pie or a cake, then be worried.Basically anything offered from the labs is fair game to either be a placebo to make you feel safe they are edible or they have SOMETHING in it." he said with a smile. "But I assure you that nothing here will cause you any harm aside from maybe the mildest stomach ache if you have a very sensitive stomach. That's all I can think might be a side effect. I've eaten a carrot from here and didn't feel bad at all. My tongue didn't even change colors. I can't account if your dreams might be affected if you eat them and go right to bed. I haven't tested that. I'd avoid a nap maybe unless you want to try that out."
He started to pick a few ripe tomatoes off the vine to fill a wicker basket. "I'll eat whatever I pick to prove it." He said, moving to pull up a vine to grab a few radishes.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2015 12:37 pm
"That's fine. I believe you." For now. Melvin didn't really scream of sanity anymore. However, he was sure he'd eaten worse. Hunters were made of tougher stuff than this, he supposed. To be brought down by tainted broccoli would be embarrassing, though. Honestly, he was only taking them to be less of a brat rather than insulting Melvin by saying he hated veggies. One good deed for the day served.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 12:22 pm
Melvin slowly plucked a few carrots out of a garden box, making a small vegetable basket for the Sun. It would make for a few decent salads at the very least.
"You can walk around if you want to clear your mind. I do that a lot here. It's very quiet. Like being in a normal park."
He moved to add a potato to the mix.
"Unless you want to talk about it. It's not often I get any sort of company here - aside from Noah."
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 1:06 pm
"Don't got nothin' I wanna talk about." Otto insisted stubbornly, resuming his tour around the greenhouse. "This ain't nothin' like a park. What kinda funky a** parks you been to?" The young man was being pointy, as usual.It was nice to be so prickly, he thought, after so long skirting around and being civil with others. Honesty always felt so free and rewarding, even if he was being nasty in the process. Maybe that was the answer to freedom he was seeking? Maybe he needed to be a lot more honest, rather than play nice to keep peace and have others like him. Who wanted to be liked, anyway? It only created cages. Otto nodded to himself, observing the varieties of foliage around the stuff greenhouse. Perhaps he ought to make that his pledge from now on; to be true to his own heart; and act and speak honestly regardless of consequence. The only question was if he was brave enough to do it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 1:21 pm
He sighed. "******** it. I was only talking. Seems you can't do that. I've had more civil conversations with Rep." He mumbled the last part to himself.
He set the basket down and then took off the gloves he was using to pick the vegetables, placing them back where they belonged.
"I can't even see how women like you when you snap back anytime anyone talks to you."
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 1:54 pm
He could. He just wouldn't. Any filters that told him to play nice didn't seem to work when Melvin was near. "Women like a work in progress." He drawled lazily, picking dirt from his nails. He never understood why females flocked to him, as if he was going to change, or as if he was a little one that needed love and affection. Eva's old nickname painted the picture quite easily. A puppy. That must have been what they saw. They were all so terribly wrong; and soon? He'd prove it. "They'll learn."
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 2:06 pm
Melvin rose one finely manicured eyebrow.
"You seem a bit proud to be an a*****e." He commented. "Or has the island soured you to women and everyone else already?"
He did wonder if Rin had felt the same way about him - a work in progress. Was that the appeal? Is that how people like Jerry got attention? Pity? A challenge?
"I suppose crazy attracts crazy. I suppose that is how some people gets someone here to mess with."
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 2:12 pm
"I was sour before I got here." He replied easily, "Island heightens our talents, so there you go." That was all a lie. A lot had happened during the years he'd been there. Recently, embracing his a*****e tendencies seemed a better option. Keep people away, and maybe he'd finally be true to himself. He wasn't sour to women. He'd become sour to himself. "There ain't much reason to nothin' here. It's a cage of assholes." He looked up finally, "If I've ruffled yer feathers you ain't obligated to give me that basket of veggies."
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 2:21 pm
He considered the option of not giving Otto the vegetables, before he shrugged. "I already picked them."
Then he added. "I've dealt a long time with assholes. You don't go to school saying you see things no one else does without meeting a good number. At least you say it to my face. I guess I should expect that you'll always be snarky back and that friendship is a rare occurrence with me."
He held out the basket. "I'd like to still get that information about how they taste anyways. If you could just text me that or send it through twitter. As detailed as you are able."
With the basket given, he moved to check the other flowers. "You can still look around. Ask me if you want any flowers. I trim them often."
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 2:31 pm
He took the basket, certain he'd let Cami let him know if they were any good. Otto didn't think any veggie tasted all that impressive to begin with. "Why would you even wanna be friends with me? It's your own fault for expectin' anything." Why did anyone ever try? Did his face scream 'befriend me'? It was absurd. It always was. He said this, but even he felt he was being mean, rather than sincere. It just felt so good to be mean again. Taking his anger out and blaming someone other than himself. "I'll do what I can." He murmured, shuffling towards the flowers. They were all beautiful. Maybe he'd use them as a parting gift to his girls, someday. Or maybe as a simple centrepiece for the living room. He did live with women after all.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 3:07 pm
"I suppose it is. I think I just - think that when I talk with someone, I hope I can be there friends. Maybe it's the island making me hope that people get along here."
"I suppose the lesson is that I shouldn't expect that." He said, kneeling down at a pair of lilacs. They were temperamental and he had a hard time watching them. "It's hard to be relied on anyways." He sighed, resigned more than enlightened.
He reached out, taking a pair of shears and snipping at a flower.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 3:18 pm
"People get along just fine. Maybe you're just too much of a d**k." Otto replied helpfully, straight faced. "It is hard to be relied on. You got that right, anyway. More friends you got, more help you get. But then you gotta save face with them, even if you don't wanna. It's a ********' burden. You think you know someone, or think they need savin' from themselves, but underneath they're just crazy as s**t." He ran his hand through his hair. It was way too hot in there. "Great havin' friends. It sucks disappointing them, though."
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 3:31 pm
He reached for the clipped flower, setting it aside before looking towards others. The ugly, the dying, the disfigured - all had to be snipped for the bed to remain healthy. To make it here among Fear.
Don't listen to him. You're not a d**k. You're just weird.
You certainly know the right things to say.
He's a jackin p***k. Why are you even letting him say this stuff?
Because it's not a lie.
"And if you don't save them....you don't deserve them." He added, his voice distant as he snipped a healthy lilac yet to bloom, watching the bud fall off.
"You don't deserve living."
He reached for the bud, setting it aside again.
"And the friends you think you know - prove you don't know anything."
He snipped a strong stem, sending another flying falling over.
Gathering them, he slowly turned them over his his hand before looking back at Otto. "Flower?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 3:35 pm
"Thanks for proving you're a d**k. I almost felt mean for a sec there." He replied in a stiff tone, watching Melvin offer him snipped up buds. A nerve had been touched somewhere within Melvin's speech. "I'll take my shady veggies and get out of your hair."
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