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 Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 11:00 pm
"It's never worth it, in the end." Sid said, sighing as he touched each of the bands in turn. "You start of thinking 'this is it, this is the last woman I'll ever want to ********', but then a few days go by... few weeks... few years... and you realize they don't call 'em the old ball and chain for nothing. And they want all this insane s**t from you... dinette sets, kids..." He frowned at the rings. "Why the hell did I do it three times?"
He'd made up many excuses over the years, but in the end it likely all boiled down to him being an idiot.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 11:06 pm
"A' least y'got t'try," Billy grmbled, shifting. He wondered what Aubrey was doing. Probably somewhere nice and cozy, being bribed with fingers and promises by Moreau that he woudln't keep. Well, he'd keep the fingers, but Billy was convinced he'd never keep the promises. He'd string her along like Edel strung him along, just wanting the attention and nothing more. Well, Edel wanted more, but he didn't exaclty picture Moreau getting Aubrey to murder anyone. "Bu' I s'pose yer right."
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 11:13 pm
The trophy necklace clinked against the others as Sid let it drop. "All in the past now," he said, his own way of trying to force himself from dwelling too much on that. It only made him think of all the things he should have down, all the things he'd ******** up...
"We should get going."
He tried to stand back up a little too suddenly, and was distracted enough that he made the mistake of starting with his right leg.
He stood frozen as a fresh jolt of pain hit him. The pills and the booze had officially worked their way out of his bloodstream. Some part of him was glad he managed not to cry out, or even squeak... Instead he said, very quietly, "s**t."
After so much time dealing with the problem, he should have known better, and yet he kept doing it. And it hurt...
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 11:37 am
The octopus glanced up at the fish-man with furrowed brows, his limbs all twisting to resituate. He felt as though he had pins and needles everywhere, although he knew he wasn't necissarily *numb*... but his sensitive octopus skin had been far less obvious when he had been sedated to the point of drooling. "Alrigh', there, brother?" He murmured.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 11:45 am
"It's cool. I'm fine," Sid said quickly. He straighened up and, after some hesitation, walked back to the chair. After aggravating his knee yet again, walking required a lurching gait as he tried his damnest to not only keep weight off his right leg, but keep from bending the knee too. It wasn't working well.
"I need my cane back," he said, loath to admit it despite how much he came to depend on the damn thing.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 12:06 pm
Billy realized he was still holding it. With so many limbs, it was easy to loose track of things. "Ach, here," He held it out with a guilty expression. He still didn't feel like himself yet, but he had only been sober for ten minutes. He figured he wouldn't feel like himself for a long while at least- if ever. But a long nap in the cozy lake would definatly help matters.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 12:14 pm
"Thanks." Once Sid got some of his weight on the cane he felt somewhat relieved, but there was still a bit to go before they reached the village. If he was lucky it would be too dark to read the expression on his face as he started walking again.
"So, uh... Do you remember much about the past few weeks?"
He was really hoping their most recent encounter before the party was forgotten. That, and the chin wiping, and the suicidal thoughts... The more he thought about, the more Sid wondered if he had any inkling of Billy's true character. He'd find out soon enough, but in the meantime he had the siren call of alcohol to answer. He would have sat in the jungle all night of not for that and the thought there could very well be a crazed wolf girl still on the loose. s**t, why hadn't he thought of that earlier?
Trying to walk a little faster proved futile. If there was anything out there that was going to savagely maim them, he'd just be screwed.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 9:47 pm
Billy shifted uncomfortably as he clumsily wheeled himself forward. It was difficult on the dirt path and he was still emeciated from his attempted suicide. He had tried to starve himself to death, hadn't he? The clearer his mind got under the throbbing pain, the details of the previous month grew hazy. "No' much... wee snippits," He shook his head with a frown around his terrible beak-like teeth, "Ne'er been tha' fecked fer s'long b'fer." He cleared his throat, glancing at the strangely jawed, limping man and back down to the ground and his wriggling, tingling tentacles, "A' leas' on tranqs li' tha'. Bloody sucked."
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 9:55 pm
"That really sucks, man." And yet, secretly, Sid was glad. He wasn't exactly sure how kindly he'd take all he'd done, like the chin whiping, after the fact. He having almost as hard a time moving as Billy was, so there was no danger of leaving him behind. He had to keep thinking about the booze, which at the rate they were going would likely be gone by the time they got back to the tent.
So, failing that, he had to keep talking. "Well... I'm glad you're not ******** up anymore."
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 10:10 pm
Billy grunted as his chair became stuck on a fallen branch, his tenticals too weak to push it over. "I am... too, y'wouln' imagine."
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 10:21 pm
"Yeah..." He continued on obliviously for a few paces before he realized Billy was stuck. Nevermind the beer, they'd be lucky if they made it back before sunrise. Or alive, some trecherous part of his mind chimed in.
He turned around and dragged the branch away, once again forgetting about the game of roulette he played with his back that way. There was just too damn much to worry about at any given moment.
"Such bullshit," he said, referring to the party. "I had the perfect buzz on and everything." In his books, buzzed could mean anything from slightly tipsy to nigh comatose. It sounded less harmful that way.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:53 am
As the path was cleared, Billy's head ducked down with a look of embarassment, "Thanks, man... fer... y'know... everyt'in'." His voice was quiet, and his skin had splotched with red in the darkness, as though his instinct to blush and his chamelic abilities had joined forces.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:56 am
"Don't mention it," Sid said. He tried to throw the branch back into the woods, but once he realized swinging it around one-handed wasn't going to work he settled for ditching it just off the path. He didn't notice the blush. "I mean it's nothing, really."
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 10:10 pm
"Listen... if... I said anythin'... while I wos' y'know... out' o'me noggin'... tha' sounded a wee bi' off, it were jes' nonesence," He said carefully, panting a little as he tried to keep going. Octopi were not built for wheeling chairs through a jungle.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 10:18 pm
"Don't worry about it," Sid said. He slowled his pace even more, not so much because he noticed Billy struggling but because his bad leg demanded it. "We should probably just forget the party... Mood's ruined and the booze is likely gone by now anyway."
They'd be lucky enough to make it back to the village, but he didn't say that out loud.
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