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 Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 1:05 pm
"Nah, you can't slay that particular ******** dragon with a knife. Tried that, failed. I'm going to do more than that, I'm going to ******** break her, I'm going to have her begging for me to spare her ******** life. And then maybe I'll maim her and leave her alive. And it won't be in a way the administration can catch me." There was a flicker of subtle guilt. "The stabbing was well... sometimes I lose my temper." He realised it was pretty huge to admit that when he lost his temper he was capable of honest murder in cold blood. But it wasn't his fault, he reasoned, it was the way things worked here. Back home it had never been necessary, you could get respect just with a knife, no one tried to engage with you on your own level, no one went for your pride. Bitches knew their place. The stress here brought out the unhinged monster in him who could label specific people objects and treat them as if they were his to destroy.
"So no, its not smart. It's not something I mean to do. People piss me off, I react accordingly. And there's no way to ******** get away from it, I'm not allowed drugs here to make people ******** tolerable. And there's only so much alcohol in the ******** world."
He could finally relax a bit as the pain receded to a dull and thrumming ache. He wanted more painkillers, a whole ******** lot of painkillers. "Like it actually matters anyway, I'm going to die one day, be it on a mission from a monster or be it from the hand of one of the nutters on this island. I mean, I don't want to die. I actually like my guys, and being old and alive would be pretty ******** amazing. But at the same time, it wouldn't surprise me, and I can count the people on one hand who would care - even including myself."
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 1:35 pm
The way Rep described what he intended to do to Sasha, despite how crazy she was, only left Melvin wondering about his association with Rep. He wasn't mentally right, but considering the woman was trying to kill him, he guessed it was kill or be killed. However, that didn't mean he wasn't making notes that Rep could kill and would if he felt justified to do so, which really didn't take much. A escalated fight somehow leaped to attempted murder. That wasn't what NORMAL people did.
"That isn't acting accordingly, Rep. That's a problem. Normal people don't start ....SHANKING people when they get upset. I can see a punch, but murder is not one of those things." He started to whisper, wary of someone hearing them now. "Relying on drugs and alcohol is not a solution to getting along with people. It's a escape, a crutch, and a problem all on it's own. That psycho who just tried to stab you isn't boozing it up. She's going to be sharp and watch and if you are always in a haze, she's going to jump you when someone isn't around." The way Melvin was saying it made it sound like they lived around a labyrinth of alleyways. It didn't suit someone who wore safety goggles and a sweater.
He put the knife in his jacket pocket, not having anywhere else to put it, and had no idea for now what he would do with it once he left the infirmary.
"Well, now I'm in this so I'm tied to this crazy thing you have going on, so just...keep alive and don't get your last strike because of that temper. Save it for her, okay? Learn to control your temper better like you did just then." Sasha had been all over him and Rep didn't even punch her. That showed restrained, and if Rep could tap into that, then he could keep himself from getting thrown out. Melvin couldn't have that. Without Rep, Sasha might get bored and come after him. He needed Rep as Sasha's target and as someone he could use as a Sun who could protect him during missions, and now Rep needed him to shut up.
He looked Rep over. "You okay?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 2:22 pm
"Normal people where I came from did. You ******** with someone, you got stabbed, sometimes people died, sometimes they didn't. No one really cared. One less druggie on the streets, one more bit of fuel for the old hates and s**t. But at least they learned. Here you can beat people up, humiliate them, do whatever the ******** you like and they'll still come back at you nasty as ********. The old rules don't work here but the habits are pretty ******** ingrained." There was a sort of resignation to what he said, as if it was simply the way of the world. It had none of his usual wicked enthusiasm. "And I know I can't drink while she's running around, but I would if I could. I used to like, get along with people before you know. Like, sure sometimes someone needed to be sorted out, but it was ******** rare. While I was on a buzz, from whatever kinna drugs or drink, I was a pretty ******** sound guy. People got along with me right? So I dunno, I think it's a solution, or would be if I could ever get away with it."
The old smirk returned as Melvin told him to stay alive, sometimes he could almost believe the guy gave a ******** about him personally and wasn't just playing the befriend useful people game. But that was a dangerously optimistic line of thought and right now, he wouldn't entertain it. "The only reason I didn't kick her in the c**t or punch her in the face is because I can't move. Not cause I was afraid or being like, careful. Sorry to like, disappoint you. I don't have that sort of self control, I just want to ******** brutalise her."
He inclined a brow at Melvin's last question and decided to just be honest. "I think I probably pulled some of the my stitches, no biggie, they'll see when they check me out later I guess. I'm awright though. Been worse. " He was actually pretty shaken, much to his own surprise, and found himself wishing for the most sappy and ridiculous things. He wasn't a kid, he didn't need to go running to his guys whenever he got into some kind of altercation.
"Slide the knife under the door of 197 if you get time man."
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 2:37 pm
Melvin sighed, wanting to sit down, but he had a knife on him and that alone put him on edge. To be honest, he could do with a stiff drink, but he was out of luck on that right now. The portals were down, he had no leave, and no one liked him enough to share anything with him. Well, maybe Rin did, though he really want to be drunk with anyone. What he wouldn't do to get a bottle of whiskey to himself and just zone out in his room.
"I guess I can't say much if it kept you relaxed." Still, it wasn't a good way to handle your temper. "Didn't think this place was that messed up. For looking like a military base with lots of magical technology, it seems like we just opened the doors to an insane asylum and just let 'em loose." Rin came to mind, but surprisingly, for someone who came from a institution, she was more normal than the rest.
"Just...text me or something if something happens. I'll...take care of the knife." He wasn't sure he wanted to give it to Rep. Letting him have a knife just seemed like a bad idea, but with Sasha around, it might be the only thing that would keep Rep alive.
Worried, he slowly left. Shortly after, a nurse came to check on Rep and to up his dosage after hearing that the patient was feeling pain and couldn't sleep.
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