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 Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 6:24 pm
"It's like, called being a survivor." she said dismissively, waving a hand in a vague sort of way. "I'm like in no real hurry to die. And nothing wrong with being a survivor sort of hunter, I still like, fill in stupid forms and whatever." she did not appear to get the point. "Do you want to die is that it? Are you like Bella throwing yourself off cliffs to get the attention of your love? Cause like that'd at least be kind of romantic."
She made a face at him. "Then what are you? Is there a division for like really grumpy people? Old people? Cause like yeaah. You'd fit in there."
As for him rejecting the Jerry proposition. "Not a division with like effort or anything either because you won't put in the effort to get what you want. If you like, won't put on some like, sleeveless pullovers, a pair of thick glasses and like, not wash then I just can't say your heart is in it."
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 6:30 pm
"I don't wanna die." He said, giving an exhausted huff. "If I wanted to die, I'd be dead." He wasn't sure what Chantelle was going on about, or who Bella was. He didn't care to know.
He stopped walking and gave Chantelle the most scandalized sneer he could muster. "I AIN'T OLD!" He protested sternly, huffing again and resuming a quicker pace.
SHe was going on about something or other again, and he was trying not to pay much attention. His eyes rolled as he navigated the hallways. "Don't care. Don't care..." He grumbled and mumbled. "Unwashed people are ******** putrid. How do they live with themselves?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 6:46 pm
Chantelle drifted along behind Otto all eagerness and attention. "Maybe you like, couldn't even do that right. You aren't really known for how successful you are." She smiled.
"And you are old. Doesn't matter what age you are you are old already, you are like, whining and huffing and puffing. So like, totally sulky like an old grandfather. My grandad wasn't even as huffy as you are."
She seemed to consider the unwashed thing. "Yeah like, its gross. But I thought you wanted to be gross? I mean, like, impressionable young women like a really like, soft dude." She grinned. "You do care though, thaaat at least is you huffing and puffing again."
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 6:56 pm
You aren't really known for how successful you are
A phrase that came up now and then and it never stopped hurting just as bad as the first time. It stirred everything from guilt, to hopelessness and even anger.
Maybe you like, couldn't even do that right
An idiot like her, who did jack s**t, telling him he could do nothing right. At least he tried. At least he put in effort, right?
He tried. He tried so hard....
His pace slowed again to a normal sort of speed, between moseying and a steady stroll. Her words had hurt, no matter what he told himself. "I don't dress nice for anyone but me." He mumbled lethargically. "I dress the way I do cause I like these clothes." As for bathing he figured that was just obvious. He liked to smell nice. It made him feel good. Made him feel fresh and renewed. And it did have the added bonus of feeling attractive.
"Why're you even followin' me? Go away.."
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 7:16 pm
"That's the way it like should be I guess. Maybe you just have charm built in. I don't. I have to dress like this so people will like, remember me and maybe like me." she looked over her carefully and meticulously painted nails. "It doesn't really work."
She gave him a big sad eyed look. "I just wanted to like, talk to you. You were meant to be my mentor and I've had to learn everything all alone."
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 7:22 pm
"I doubt your looks are what drive people away." He murmured. "It's your ********' weird personality that puts 'em off." He said it with ease, as if it was a known fact. And to him, it was. "But hey, they'll remember you, alright." Sadly that wasn't said nicely, or even kindly. It was more of the notorious sort of remembrance.
"Alone is the best way to learn. I can't hand hold you through this ********' place." He grumbled. "This job is just somethin' you learn on the go. I ain't have a lick of advice for you." He only glanced at her sad eyes, flicking them away immediately. He would not get suckered into this by puppy dog eyes. Why were people so intent on wrapping Otto's fate with their red threads and thorny vines?
"I ain't your mentor, and I never was. Get over it."
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