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 Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 8:08 pm
Great. NOW he choose the time not to get angry. Why didn't Rep just lash out? Melvin had hoped that his insults had been sharper, that the man that seemed so easily to upset would be driven to the point of storming out. For whatever reason, maybe the same one that kept Rep from punching Melvin a hundred times over in the past, Rep took all the Lifer had said in stride.
"I'm not scared of myself. I'm comfortable in knowing who I am, and Saliva and I talk enough."
You could seriously work on it though.
You mean when you try and talk to me when I'm exhausted and trying to sleep?
He still had his arms crossed, but he was schooling himself at the moment to calm down. "I'm fine with who I am. I don't need to know what other people think about me." He had enough people in his life being friends one moment to getting in an argument and going off to gossip about him the next. With Rep's temper, it could be any moment that the Sun decided that the Lifer had gone too far and decided to spill everything he told him as payback.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 8:47 pm
"If you say so. I still think if you are so closed off to people you'd probably be that way to the person in your head. But I don't know s**t, and I don't presume to. If you two are all close and buddy buddy then that's my bad." he remembered how cruel he'd been to Tracey initially, how it had matched his rejection of other people step for step.
"You don't need to know what other people think about you but you still want them to get along with you and each other. Making little events for people isn't the action of a guy who doesn't need people or their opinions either."
He shrugged. "I'm a lot of things but I'm not a hypocrite."
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 8:53 pm
Melvin glanced up from the brief moment he was staring down at his lap, a bitter little half-smile on his lips. "You sound like a therapist."
Gut feeling or maybe he really was more observant than he let on. His week-long diary had proven that much.
Sighing, he untangled his arms and leaned against his pillow, taking off his goggles to rub his eyes. "You're exhausting to talk to."
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 9:04 pm
"A therapist? Naw, I'd need more like.. questions about your childhood and s**t." he put on a decidedly more formal tone. "So Melvin what was your relationship with your mother? Isn't that the kind of s**t they usually ask?" They'd certainly asked him it enough.
Rep smirked coolly. "Though you should try being me, it's pretty ******** exhausting too. Especially when people make it more stressful than it needs to be."
Melvin got a critical look. "Is that a piss off, I'm tired of you Rep hint?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 9:10 pm
"Yeah. That's what they like to say - sometimes." Melvin thought back to his own childhood therapists. Funny that they both had them. Maybe everyone on the island did. It was something he'd have to ask - later.
He turned his head to look at the Sun. "Stressful? Is talking to me more stressful than a dozen horsemen trying to cut your throat?" He smiled at that idea.
His mind went back to that previous thought. "Why do you put up with me? Haven't you sent guys to the Infirmary for less? You sent Ro here for talking to Jordan and I talk to Jordan. You sent Otto here just because he was there when you were pissed off. I even piss you off."
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 9:27 pm
"Aye. It is." Battles put him in the zone, it was hard to feel stressed when he was in a place where he could control so much and where the language he spoke was far clearer and more primal than simple words. "Horsemen I don't need to worry about getting to me, I mean getting cut up is no big deal." He didn't care about his body so much. It was emotions that really stung.
He rolled his eyes. "I sent Ro off because he was hitting on Jordan, there's a difference. And Otto was in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"As for why I haven't beat you up, I don't think it would be very satisfying. I think you'd just ******** lecture me the whole time. Like oh my god you broke my glasses I am going to send you an itemised bill."
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 9:32 pm
He had to smile at that. "Now you see how I got through middle and high school." It was a tactic that he adopted and had served him well. Don't give them a reason to fight you, but don't be their mat to walk on either. If you kept eye contact, stood your ground, but never got riled up by anything they did, they would go. One punch with no reason - no whining, begging, crying, or rising up to face them was all it took for them to get bored. Then it was learning from there what they used to insult and just coming up with a smarter way to change their thoughts until they didn't even know what the hell they were talking about and then the argument was over before it started. Well, most of the time it happened that way. Melvin couldn't boast he was a mastermind and had gotten away without black eye here or there, but there eventually was always better, more satisfying targets.
He dropped the smile briefly, taking off his glasses to inspect them. "But don't break my glasses. They're custom made and expensive." You couldn't just pick up prescription goggles anywhere after all.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 9:59 pm
"In other words be a wheedly slippery little b*****d. That's no way to live. I mean you stay intact but your honour doesn't."
His gaze flicked to the glasses. "Well you picked the wrong glasses to wear here, you are lucky they aren't broke already. Jerry breaks his every second mission."
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 10:05 pm
"Pure muscle isn't my field of expertise. I've accepted that. Doesn't mean I let people walk all over me." He clarified, before he looked at his glasses some more and somewhat sank under the mention of his glasses and the abuse his own took.
"Well...." He looked vaguely as if Rep caught him doing something bad. Should he admit it? "Mine are getting pretty scratched up now thanks to that horsemen battle." He just liked them too much to get some random glasses that were in better condition, and that's exactly what he'd get if he took it up with the supplies office and filed for a set of replacement glasses.
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 3:32 pm
"Naw, you most certainly don't let people walk all over you, you don't let them ******** walk anywhere near you." he eyed the blonde man's glasses.
"Scratched glasses are no ******** good man. What you need to get is like a good solid pair for battles and s**t and keep your proper ones proper for the lab and whatever. For an organised guy, you aren't very sometimes. "
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 4:03 pm
"I can't be on top of things all the time and glasses aren't cheap." He said, putting his glasses on the nightstand. "You're just full of ideas today, aren't you?"
Leaning back, he felt the first waved of exhaustion again, both emotionally from the spat and just from medication. "I think I'm going to crash, alright? Talk to you later?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 4:15 pm
"I like to be helpful. And I figured I owed you a bit of a talking to. You did good, still alive is a start."
He nodded though. "Right. Later. Don't laze around in here too long you pansy."
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 4:44 pm
"But all the cool kids are doing it." He responded back before waving Rep goodbye. After that he eased himself back down and tried to get some sleep.
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