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 Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 12:41 am
"What you need, what YOU need," Jerry wove a finger at him accusingly, "Is to not think like a quitter! It's empowering to do it! I mean, I mean I mean, I don't have HALF Robert's voice, but that doesn't stop me, does it? Music's just... just... awesome and... and y'know. Powerful! Like... like those magic-doo-hickeys. Just gotta' learn how t'let GO, y'know? When I was teaching, there was this one kid... reminded me a little of me, but a lot quieter, hahaahah, but like. He just sat in the back of the class, right? Doodling." Another long sip as his eyes grew a bit far away, "I was orchestrating this group song and I gave 'em a solo. Had to work extra hard after class and stuff but when the recital came? Mannnnn, his parents were BEAMING! And so was he!" At that point he couldn't quite remember if that had ACTUALLY happened, or if he had seen it on a TV show. The real world felt.... so far away and long ago and such a blur. But he was *fairly* sure that really happened.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 12:51 am
Jordan opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. Good enough ... was it that he didn't want to, or that he didn't want to screw up? "********," he mumbled. "I'm not even sure who I am any more." He ran his thumb along the rim of the glass, watching it. He could recognize perfectly well that if it took being drunk to make him think about his own problems and insecurities, he wasn't dealing with them properly; but there'd been so much to do, so much to learn, to take in, to adjust to, and so much more at stake if he screwed up.
He considered prodding Ferros awake; the dragon knew him better than he knew himself sometimes. But Ferros wouldn't be pleased about the feel of his mind right now. Better to let him sleep.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 12:54 am
"If there's anything I've learned from Deus..." Jerry took another sip before setting his glass down to pick at his guitar a bit more clumsily than before now that the alcohol was hitting him, "Is that here, you are who you want to be. Whatever... happened before. Who we were before. Doesn't really matter anymore, does it? We carry it with us, yeah, I mean... I won't forget any of that..." He looked a little distant again, brows knitting, "But... well, I didn't really leave any one behind, either. We get a fresh start here. A new family. Etcetera."
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 12:59 am
"I'm trying," Jordan said plaintively. "Doesn't help much if you don't know who you want to be." He took another sip of his drink, frowned at the glass. It was half gone again, and the world seemed to be moving a bit more slowly around him. How drunk was he, on how much liquor? "No wonder you think I'm just a kid," he sighed, and leaned over cautiously to deposit the glass out of easy reach. No more. That was enough. Probably more than enough.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 9:23 am
"I think you're the man I followed across the island while we all played amnesia and wore gasmasks," Jerry smiled softly. "If's off-duty you you gotta' worry about."
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 11:43 am
Jordan blinked at Jerry, caught totally off guard. Then he smiled, a little shyly. "Still working on this friends thing," he said.
He leaned his head back against the wall. . "Relaxing looks good on you," he said suddenly. "You're wound up as tight as I am most of the time. I get worried."
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 11:49 am
Jerry's face went red at that, stopping his strumming to run his hand through his hair, "B-bourbon helps, ahahaha. And having a... a hobby, I think," He tapped a knuckle against the guitar body, trying to laugh it off. "I'm.... actually... doing a lot better than when I wasn't a hunter, at least, ahaha... have er.." He straightened his glasses, glancing up to lean back as well. It was nice having this sort of heart to heart, "Have you considered any hobbies? I'm sure they wouldn't protest."
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 12:04 pm
"Mm. What will you do when you run out?" Jordan glanced over, giving Jerry a thoughtful look. "Music's good, though. Ever do solos?"
"Hobbies," he mused. "I could pick chess back up, I guess. I wonder if anyone plays ... or I used to draw mazes ... not really for anyone to solve, I mean, nobody was really interested and I already knew the solutions. But it was something I could do." He laughed a little. "There's a few small ones in my desk drawer, but I haven't really sat down and made a good one for, hm. I don't know. A couple of years."
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 12:32 pm
"Solos," Jerry snorted, laughing outright, "I think I annoy people enough with my impromptu attempts ahahaha. I don't know about lunchtime performances that won't end in lynch mobs." He smiled, though, clearly not apposed to the idea, save for the horrible repercussions.
"Chess sounds good! I'd love to play sometime! I used to play with my grandfather a bit!" He perked up, looking even more excited teh more Jordan actually mused over the idea, "And mazes? Really! That sounds wonderfully er... zen! And if they're any good, you could turn them over to the Life department, I'm sure they'd have some er..." he cleared his throat at the thought, "Fun with the designs."
As for... when the Bourbon ran out.... he didn't really want to think about it. He'd cross that bridge when he got there, he supposed. But for now there was plenty.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 12:48 pm
"I'll listen," Jordan said, and smiled back.
"In that case, I'll prepare to have my a** kicked," he said dryly. "So out of practice it's not funny. Dad taught me ... " He trailed off, looking momentarily melancholy, then shook his head slightly - and immediately regretted it as the world rocked. He put a hand down on the bed to steady himself, blinking.
"What about you?" he asked. "What do you do to pass the time, besides singing?" He studied Jerry's face thoughtfully. "I guess I don't know you all that well," he said.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 2:58 pm
The flush remained, "I er... I've been writing, actually. Nothing GOOD but ahahaha... you got a bit of a taste of it last week, I guess," He shifted, looking nervous, and quickly punctuated it by draining his glass once again. "I'm gonna'... be in trouble. When this stuff runs out, ahahahaha. But I'd love t'play chess with you any time! They probably have a set in the rec room, I can ask Harrison, he'd probably know!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 5:53 pm
"Writing's like anything," Jordan said helpfully. "You just need to keep practicing. I was never any good at poetry. Can't rhyme worth crap."
A faint frown flickered across his face. He was getting the distinct impression that the alcohol was a problem - had been? would be? - but had no real idea how to approach the subject; if Jerry's deft sidestepping was any indication, he was well aware, and Jordan was pretty sure he wasn't up to verbally outmaneuvering his friend at the moment. Later. He hoped he remembered. No, he would remember, dammit.
"I'm up for chess," he said after a moment. "I'll remember to ask you." It would be nice to just hang out. He was getting over his awkwardness. Doing fine. Absently, he reached out, brushed the pads of his fingers over the ridges of scar tissue on Jerry's cheek. "It doesn't still hurt, does it?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 6:17 pm
"Ah," Jerry flinched, but didn't pull away. Jordan was his friend, and he was concerned. Candace tried to avoid it. She kissed his good cheek, hovered on that side, seemed to not want to think about it. Honestly, he was okay with that. He generally didn't like thinking about it either. "Um. Mostly I forget about it, although it's kind of... it's just stiffer I guess. On that side. Feels kind of like superglue just stuck there, if that makes sense?" He laughed nervously, instinctively reaching up to scratch at it, "C-cuts shaving time in half anyway!" Always optimism.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 6:49 pm
"I have a hard time imagining you with a beard," Jordan said, blinking. His hazed thoughts refused to provide an image. Though if the scar tissue prevented it from growing, it would be odd anyway. He wanted to touch, feel the clean skin as well - no, no, bad idea. Candace.
"You're - only interested in women, right?" he heard himself ask. s**t - too drunk, way too drunk if he couldn't control what he was saying - and it was out now, and that was a weird, creepy question to be asking. He dropped his hand to his side, looked away, and finished lamely, "I just want to know that I never had a chance anyway."
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 6:59 pm
"I- w-what?" Even without the severe amount of bourbon in his system, Jerry's brain would have needed a moment to recover from the sudden 180 it had to take. With Alcohol, it had trouble comprehending what had just been tossed out in the air. Had... no. He probably misheard. "A ch-chance with what?" He settled for, still attempting to digest. What did girls have to do with their friendship? Wait, what was he even talking about? Had he blacked out again or something?
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