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 Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 5:31 pm
Harrison tested the weight of one of the fresh boxes, flashing a smile at Rin and Melvin.
"On account of a truce with the trainee president of basement nation. We've got to respect the fake hierarchies instead of the actual ranks, or this whole place will go to s**t. ...No axe murders on the schedule from you two today?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 7:10 pm
"Aye, that's the gist of the job." Rep said, giving Rin a nod. "If anything's too ******** or rotted - and I'll decide what constitutes too rotted and no one else- then it can be thrown away, everything else goes in the boxes." He pointed at the boxes in question as Jordan drew attention to them.
Melvin however got a rather horrified look for his comment, Rep staring at him in absolute confusion. He had no idea how anyone could rank their possessions, everything in the hoard was important and things lost to rot or destroyed by the move would be grieved when he had time to do so. It was not a matter of simply whittling it down to a fraction of what it was because there were pressures of time.
"I can't prioritise. Everything is important and there's nothing I wouldn't feel shitty about losing." Panic welled up in him again, mingled with shame as Harrison pointed out how that the time period in question was enforced only by a trainee rather than someone with power. It didn't make him any less paranoid the crazy b***h would set fire to his stuff. "I'm not leaving here until it's done, if it takes longer than twenty four ******** hours then I will ******** stay right here with it and if ******** basement kingdom want to take it away from me I'll ******** fight every last one of them."
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 8:30 pm
Melvin rose his hands up in a very "Whoa there, cowboy" gesture. "O-Kay then. Everything goes." Melvin hadn't realized just how much the word "hoard" must have tied into the mindset of "hoarder" when Rep mentioned it. Nothing went unless absolutely useless, and that was by Rep's standards, which Melvin felt would be very high up there to not letting even a moldy piece of bread go.
"I guess we just pack as much as we can. I have something that can probably eat through a lot of this gunk. It's something I've been working on." And they would just be un-knowing guinea pigs to his new concocted cleaner. "I'll be right back with a few things. If you need anything else, tell me via text. I'll pick it up." He also looked at the sad light. "I'll bring more lamps so we can better see what we are working with."
He turned, and nudged Rin as he passed. "I wasn't trying to ditch you."
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 9:33 pm
Rin turned and called after Melvin, "I'm going to need my label maker then and a lot of pens and markers. Everything needs properly labeled so it does not become lost in the chaos." She then turned back and began opening boxes looking to separate the clean from maybe Melvin should try to clean. Simple enough, right? No sense in stalling further. He should try to clean everything that was dirty and failing that, Rep gets to decide the fate.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 8:30 am
"Glad to hear it," Harrison muttered sarcastically.
"Going to take this stuff down with Jordan. I'll call if there's any trouble. You do the same. Any...suspicious s**t."
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 8:33 am
Rep gave Melvin a pleased nod. "Everything goes. And use whatever you think will help, as long as it doesn't damage anything, I'm game." He cheerfully got back to fishing things out of the goop, sweeping it off with a hand.
"If you find a big solid, triple padlocked crate in there somewhere, tell me." he said to Rin. "I don't know where they'll have put it."
As Harrison set to leave, Rep emerged from the hoard - he'd apparently found a pair of safety goggles from the life labs, which he'd decided to wear just in case - and gave him a keen nod aswell. "I'll supervise these assholes."
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Saliru rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 8:37 am
Rin nodded agreeably as she dug deeper, "Do I even want to know what's inside such a container?" It was then she realized that she and Rep were left alone together (with both parties conscious and responsive) for the first time as far as she could remember. Don't make it awkward, don't make it awkward, don't make it... "Eh. How have you been?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 8:57 am
Rep shook his head. "Important things is all you need to know. It's the heart of the hoard. Its a huge box, you'll know it when you find it, normally its under all the pelts." He fished Otto's broken drum out of a pile - it was mysteriously full of cutlery and other random shiny steel objects. He set it down and gave Rin an odd look as if she'd just asked him what species he was.
"Honestly? I've been ******** terrible. Everything is ******** horrendous and I'm on the brink of a huge ******** meltdown. Any ******** time now. It's probably wise to keep out of the blast radius." He hadn't been able to cope for so long that at this point he couldn't remember what it felt like to be normal, it didn't even upset him admitting it, it was like admitting you were falling while on a skydive.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 9:23 am
"Fine fineee," Rin snorted irritably but kept to the task at hand. Lining up several mugs for Melvin to inspect. "Hmm?" She turned her head to look at Rep, a mug still carefully held in her hand. "You're still alive though, aren't you? I mean, as alive as one could be on this island." She cleared her throat. "The fact you survived the s**t you survived should be a testament to your strength." She distantly wondered if rounding things off with a slight stroke to his ego still worked these days.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 9:38 am
"All that is is a hurdle ultimately." Rep said regarding his continued survival, dragging a carcass out and setting it aside as too rotted when all that came free was the spinal column and ribs. The smell was awful, he was just lucky he was used to it, even desensitised it made him hover close to throwing up. It was always messy work.
"And my survival has nothing to do with my strength. It's a combination of people taking pity on me and Tracey being a ******** stone cold ******** who can patch me back together every ******** time."
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 9:44 am
It was Melvin's time to shine, and shine he would. If it came to the task of hard-core cleaning, which in this case it was, he was there. Rin could handle the organization, but Melvin was the chief authority on all things degreaseing and sanitizing.
Despite the rather horrendous state Rep's things were in, a group cleanup was like someone suggesting they all go out to play football to others. It was a group event and for once, it was one he excelled at. Turning in the life labs, he went to the one closet where he kept his own personal supplies, hidden behind boxes of rarely used beakers and various broken parts that were planned to be fixed but were never going to be. He pulled out a plastic bucket and hummed to himself DeathRoad GutCry's latest song (he managed to snag the cd the last time he was off island) and picked out a few things from various organized shelves that were hidden behind the broken machinery. Rubber gloves of various sizes, fabric towels and paper towels, a small broom and dustpan, scraper, and various other cleaning tools. The prized addition was three plastic, spray bottles, marked with only "4Ba:Testing" as a way to scare off anyone from using it and also a personal reference. It was a concoction he had been working on since he was young and decided that carrying too many bottles of cleaner was a pain in the a**. After figuring out life lessons like what cleaners accidentally peeled off the paint from your mother's lacquered, antique dinner table and also what chemicals actually produced deadly gas (which his father was none to happy about explaining to his dumb, lucky, son), he had managed to formulate a cleaner that could best almost any vile cocktail. The supplies were a bit hard these days after one cleaner he mixed in was discontinued and could only be purchased from a retail store in New Mexico, but he managed to get a few bottles for his supply.
Taking four bottles of this, he popped them in the bucket, popped that bucket into two others, and then left to go to his room to grab Rin's label maker, markers and pens, and then also stopped to get a few water bottles because it wasn't good to be dehydrated when working.
He returned with a large bucket of crap and set the whole mess down by the door. "Brought some water to drink too." He then picked up one of the marked bottles and offered it to Rep. "Try this. It could get rid of that bug crap."
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 12:12 pm
Jordan picked up a stack of boxes and followed Harrison. There were times he was grateful for weapon-related strength; hauling things was one of them. He kept quiet until they were outside and away from the dorms, in recognition of Rep's paranoia about cameras and observers; once clear, though, he asked, So where's it all going?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:36 am
"You still move forward and keep going though," Rin regarded him with a curious look for a moment. "In my book, you are strong. It's not never being beaten in the first place, it's snapping back from it and continuing on despite the loss. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger and all that."
She finally sat the mug down amidst the others. Moving her head just slightly to smile at Melvin's return and... um... tools.
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MoonKitsune rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 2:44 pm
Melvin was already putting his jacket aside on what probably was the cleanest box he could find and then started to open a clean box and then pull another dirtied box open. "So how often do you trade this stuff or is this all your?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 04, 2014 12:38 am
"That only applies for so long." Rep said grimly. "There's only so much s**t that doesn't kill you that makes you stronger. Then it just ******** starts killing you. I'm becoming more ******** scars than human at this point, it can't go on like this." he shook his head.
When Melvin got back, Rep did look delighted, he knew he'd made a good call, Melvin knew his s**t, and the way Rep arrived on a battlefield, Melvin had arrived to the hoard. He took the offered bottle and got to scrubbing the gunk off another wooden box.
"I only trade very small amounts of s**t in the overall scheme of things, the rest of the stuff is mine. Its important, a lot of it has like important memories and s**t." The rest was part of the sentimental chaos of the overall collection, beauty in decay, security in preparedness. It was stability.
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