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 Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 7:45 pm
"If by fight you mean me trying to talk some sense into him as he tried to kill me," Jerry sighed, running a hand through his overgrown hair, and moved to sit on the foot of one of the beds. "He's stolen Sasha's flute! I refused to fight him," He leaned his cane beside him before fishing the notebook out of his jumpsuit, opening it to where his notes on the evening had started and handed it over to Jordan, "I don't know if you can read my short hand but... that's pretty much the discussion word for word. I mean... I know I've had my troubles but, I mean... I was worried about Simon coming after me for this that and the other but... well."
He waited a few moments for Jordan to read before getting antsy, "If he does ANYTHING to that flute, I swear to god, I won't hold back."
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 7:52 pm
Jordan looked through the notes; some of them he had to puzzle over, in places where Jerry's handwriting had got particularly shaky, but he was pretty sure he'd gotten most of it. As he read, his eyebrows pulled down and his lips compressed to a thin line, anger and worry mixing together and starting a heavy knot inside his chest. "Rep," he said quietly, even though the man he was addressing wasn't there. "I thought we talked about this ... "
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 8:10 pm
Harrison couldn't help a snort at the flute-stealing. He relaxed a little at the news that Rep wasn't buried under a wall somewhere, but squared his shoulders at Simon's name.
"What's Simon got to do with it?" he asked, defensively.
He looked over Jordan's shoulder as he leafed through the rainbow dolphin diary. Going to destroy the flute. A lot of accusations and insults and hot air. While Jerry hid somewhere and wrote it down like a fourth grader so he could tell a teacher. He called me names. Figures that he and Sasha got along. He looked skeptically over at Jordan, who was getting...tense.
"So he said a bunch of s**t. You're still standing."
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 8:24 pm
"It wasn't just what he said," He shot Harrison a heated look, "It's what he said while wildly swinging his ax at me. As though that made him 'manlier'. He called me gay because I cared about my girlfriend's well being."
"When I was in my bad patch... they... made it very clear if... if you're viewed as a liability well. Deus doesn't like liabilities." Jerry said flatly, his expression anything but humored. "You're his friends, why... why is he CONVINCED the only way to go about things is to make an... an a** of yourself?" He huffed. "He only respects me if I'm pointing a bazooka at him. And yes, we're Suns, but... but it takes more than just aim and fire. Look, if he keeps going this way..." He bit his lip, shaking his head, "Jeeze, just... if he SCRATCHES that flute- dammit, Jordan, you're his... his boyfriend, you have to talk some sense into him. " And maybe get it back without getting Jerry in trouble for killing a trainee. "I'm about at my whit's end, I'll say that much."
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 8:34 pm
"We both are," Jordan corrected, almost absently, eyes still on the notebook, on the last few exchanges written there. "I've been trying. You think I haven't? Watching him shoot himself in the foot repeatedly hurts. But two months isn't going to overcome twenty-five years overnight, man. We just - just got to keep him safe till he can get it under control better."
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 8:43 pm
"You better as h-hell make sure that FLUTE is safe, is all I'm saying!" Jerry snapped.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 8:47 pm
"He told us," Harrison said in clipped response to the liability stuff. "What were you doing transcribing s**t, as opposed to limping up to the training fields? It's not like he'd turn down a spar. If you'd beat him he'd probably have given you the damn thing."
Harrison pocketed the bandaids irritably.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 8:58 pm
Jordan closed the notebook and held it out to Jerry. "I appreciate your friendly concern," he said evenly, "and I'll do all I can to see that the flute is returned safely. I understand it's precious to Sasha. I'd like to ask that you remain patient with Rep. Much of his negative behavior is a learned survival mechanism, rather like someone with a fear of the dark preferring to keep a nightlight on at all times."
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 9:12 pm
Jerry's face went red, his lips pursing a moment before he glowered down at the floor, "I've at least been trying. And succeeding." If they turned the lights off now, he probably wouldn't even scream once.
He glanced back up to Harrison sharply, "And I've already... already kicked his bum a billion times, I don't see how doing it again would change anything. He hates me for no other reason than he thinks I represent all that is gay. Patience isn't going to stop him from flipping his top in the field. It isn't going to stop him from maybe getting me outright KILLED next time."
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 9:25 pm
"A billion times," Harrison rolled his eyes, "Did he really say that s**t about being jealous of you, or did you make that up?" Harrison wasn't in a good cop mood.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 9:32 pm
"Hey," Jordan said sharply. "This isn't helping. Jerry, I'm serious, I'll do what I can about the flute. Just - you came to us for help, we're going to help, but remember he's our boyfriend, okay? There's a certain amount of bias and sympathy involved here. Dammit," he muttered, and leaned on Harrison, just a little.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 9:47 pm
"Well... well last I knew we were friends." Jerry did not look happy with the situation, what anger that had been bottled up as Rep tried to press every button finally threatening to pop it's cork. He grabbed his cane, waving the notebook with his other hand as he eased himself back to his feet, "But I guess he's right and everyone else DOES think I'm a useless p-p-p***y." He limped his way towards his pile of things, hefting the guitar over his shoulder, "You better get that flute back or these notes are going right to Killzone's desk. Now I have to go explain to Sasha that it's missing," He looked on the verge of panic, just barely covering it with anger. "I d-don't care if you guys don't give a... a rat's behind about me or her. But if you care about HIM you'll help him do the right thing."
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 9:58 pm
Harrison laced his hand with Jordan's. Good for him. Even if it hadn't calmed Jerry down any. "I didn't say you were a useless p***y, don't get your panties in a wad," Harrison scowled. "We told you already. We'll ask about the stupid flute. He was probably just bluffing. But we'll ask." In spite of all the s**t he'd implied about getting Rep put down.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 10:03 pm
Telling Jerry he was overreacting would likely make him explode. Jordan considered it very briefly. Then he said, patiently, "Neither of us said you were a useless p***y or that we weren't friends. We did say we'd help, and I have talked to Rep about it, and will again. Reread the last part of what you wrote down when you're feeling less angry." He sighed.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 10:45 pm
Jerry wobbled with his things on his back, keeping the weight off his leg with the thanks of the cane. His brows furrowed. 'Stupid flute'.... it wasn't about the flute. It was the insult for the sake of insult, and the spit in the eye it represented. He knew how important it was to Sasha, but did any of them? This wasn't just a... a teddy bear. His lips pursed as he watched who he considered his best friend snuggle up to the best friend of his ex-girlfriend, who he was fairly certain didn't like him.
And Rep, who clearly loathed him, was apparently a third in this pile of man love.
It was about then it sank in that most of the people Jerry was friendly with were problematic for any sort of sympathy. Robert was probably busy with Petra, and prickly even at best times. Rin... well. God.
It was a small island.
He wondered if Molly's violin was safe, and the state of Otto's drums...
He drew in a deep breath before forcing at least the semblance of a friendly expression, "Thanks." He cleared his throat. He shouldn't be so surprised they would brush something like this off as casual business-as-usual. "Fine. I'll... try to have faith in him. B-but. But only because he comes endorsed by people I respect." He glanced to both of them before shaking his head and turning to the door.
He didn't want to face Sasha yet. She had been in such a good mood after the bracelet. Now he had to go and ruin that. The least he wanted was a bit of sympathy and honest-to-goodness confidence in the situation. He'd have to lie, he supposed. Or avoid the subject. He wobbled a bit at the door knob, afraid to leave too quickly, despite his discomfort. That was the danger of the bunkers... if he had just... left well enough alone, it would have been safe in her room...
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