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 Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 2:43 pm
"Thanks." Everyone seemed to love his room. He had everything the way he liked it. Drum set out in the open, DVDs and books on display. Stereo and TV. The colour scheme most of all was to his liking. Home sweet home. "Sure. You carried it all the way here and all. Help me start this party off right." Party. Right. Otto sat down as well, opening the chest to pull out some Southern Comfort. He hadn't had any in... he couldn't remember. He'd only ever tasted it now and then. Peachy, burning deliciousness. It was opened, and Otto took a swig straight from the bottle. "Oh... sorry. Did ya want a shot glass or sumthin'?" He asked after, sheepishly.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 6:26 pm
"Nah shot glasses are for pussies." Rep said with a toothy grin, opening a bottle and taking a slow swig of it. It stung a lot more than he remembered alcohol actually stinging. He'd been sober way too ******** long, he had to be losing his alcoholic sea legs.
Waving with the bottle he took in the room as a whole. "This is a ******** sweet pad. No jokin' man. This makes my place look downmarket." Other than the handmade things, other than the things that were truly all of theirs, those things were beyond disparaging. "You did really well for yourself here."
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 6:34 pm
"Good, cuz I don't wanna get'em anyway." The sass was coming out, the slow burn of alcohol making his pain feel less serious. For now. "Thanks. If there's one thing I got out of bein' a hunter, it's a sick-a** pad." He took another long swig, inhibitions about sharing going down the drain easily. Otto was an easy drunk, and Souther Comfort was fairly high in content. He'd be over sharing in no time. "It's the only trophy I ever got for doing my job. Besides the pay, but this is more like... <********' runic stereo. TV. Separate bedroom. Have you seen the bathroom? It's like a ********' God came down and made a temple with a toilet in it." Bragging. Felt better than crying.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 6:57 pm
Rep got up, because he never asked permission and wandered over to look into the bathroom, bottle still in hand. "Holy s**t man, you weren't ******** kidding. Who do I have to kill to get a place like this? Is it a death thing? Cause all I ever got from Sun division was a ******** rack of schoolgirl outfits in men's sizes." he scoffed, coming back to sit on the couch.
"All I get out of being a hunter is a whole lotta scars." he eyed the rich amber coloured nectar thoughtfully. "I only have one n****e." he said with heavy sadness.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 7:00 pm
It was a sad time. His girlfriend had died, a woman he'd been certain was his soulmate. But when Rep went and admitted he only had one n****e... All of the sudden, Otto snorted and burst into laughter.
He was sad. He felt loss so great half his heart was missing. But Good Lord if that was not the funniest thing in the world right then. The boy doubled over, with no regard for Rep's feelings over a missing n****e.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 7:46 pm
Rep gave Otto an irritable look at first, mainly because his pride was wounded by being laughed at. But ultimately it didn't take long for him to slowly see the funny side of the situation and chuckle before breaking into full blown contagious laughter. "It's ******** ridiculous. Battle scars.." he waved the bottle. "They are meant to be COOL. No like...this ******** missing n****e and this ******** hairdo." he ran a hand through the white half of his hair exasperatedly, half grown in and bordering firmly on the ridiculous.
"Bet your scars aren't stupid."
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 8:03 pm
Otto managed to tame his laughter back down. He couldn't ruin his street cred too terribly, after all. That wasn't something easily repaired. "Y'could alllways dye it." He drawled helpfully, taking a full swig of the bottle.
"Yer right. None of them make a happy face and no missing nipples." Otto boasted, firmly setting the bottle down on the table. "Guess I should be thankful."
He wasn't.
"I guess to you they're like badges of honour or like, proven examples of all the s**t you survived. They're just damned eye sores to wake up to." He huffed indigently. He turned enough to lift the hair from his neck to show off the angry looking scar covering the entire back of it. "From the Horsemen prison. It got reopened cause of a mission I went on to get a thing that was 'sposed to save Nevada. It didn't work, and I nearly clawed out my neck trying to get fresh bugs outta there." The burrowed mark was rimmed and framed with scars from Otto's own nails and hungry bugs during the frantic mission.
"Still got one from you too." Being inebriated he didn't give two shits about taking off his shirt to display his scars. A scar on his shoulder received from Rep way back when. Claw marks on his arms and face from defending himself, a stab wound from Amrita under his rib cage. Fading slash marks on his abs from his first spar with Robert when he was a trainee.
However, he had enough modesty to put the top back on before sitting down again. He took another long swig of booze after doing so. "They're marks other people put on me. I don't like s**t that;s out of my control."
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 3:07 pm
"Dye it to what?" Rep said grimly. "Definitely no tae ginger, ginger doesnae take colour well either so I can't even do the whole hair. It'd have to be different." he shook his head. "I'm no somebody who deals in all that salon shite. I wouldn't even know how to dye it other than all out of a bottle." He'd bleached his hair many times growing up, but always desperately to blonde, or at least the orange approximation of blonde which was the best he could do.
He did look interested however at the scars Otto had managed to accumulate. The one that he'd contributed made him almost uncomfortable, it was simply one in a long line of ******** ups where he simply couldn't get his own ridiculous temper and weapon in check.
Tracey chided coldly.
"And aye for me they are proof we are more than human. Absolute proof. I survived someone punching a hole in my chest and seizing my heart, I survived with my arm when I ******** shouldn't have. I'm lucky to have two balls after that crazy ******** Sasha almost cost me them. Damn right I wear them with pride. For me like." he trailed off and took another swig of the drink, waving it vaguely. "It's like.. Everyone ******** wants me dead. Or almost everyone. Every single scar is proof of a time when I ******** spited the world just by continuing to exist. People say you can't get revenge on the world for s**t that happens to you, I say you can and I do."
He shrugged. "So I guess like, its out of my control but also in some ways the only control I have when it seems like all this bad s**t happens for no real reason at all. Its better than feeling like some helpless pock marked planet injured by the debris of the universe. Its being a warrior instead."
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 6:36 pm
"You could always do a comb over." He was kidding, even if his face didn't reflect any humour. It was enlightening to listen to Rep. He'd always gloat boast or bullshit on twitter or in a room full of people. It was a relief that the man held something inside that felt honest and sincere. He had something in common with Rep; they were survivors. Being a survivor was a shitty burden at times. But it was a strength. Something to be held in high regard. The universe shat on them both, oftentimes they probably deserved it. But they kept going, because they could. "I like the way you look at it. It's way better than whining like a b***h about the lemons of life." Not that Otto whined much, or so he hoped. Though he often felt the world shat on him a little more than what should be normal. He huffed audibly, taking another swig of his bottle. He ought to look at it the way Rep did now and then. He ought to face his s**t head on more, rather than running and dodging. He was good at running, and it was a skill that did him little good. Or so he felt. "Whenever s**t is out of my control, I just try and run away. Sometimes I wonder why I bothered leaving Death." Baneful i came up with like 10 billion different ways for otto to add to the convo and none of them worked OTL
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 7:06 am
"If I got a comb over I would have to kill myself, that is like, Jerry levels of ridiculous. I couldn't look myself in the eye." he shook his head. "Naw man, I'll live with the stupid hair."
"You are allowed to whine like a b***h, you are only actually a b***h if you give up. As long as you are still able to keep on walking, complain all you want man. I'm a ******** mirror, the more s**t the world gives me the more s**t I dish straight back, it keeps me getting bogged down." The alcohol was good and very welcome, pulling down the usual walls of tension and anxiety that he was confined within.
"Nothing wrong with running away either, no everyone's a fighter. Never let people shame you for actually being alive, dead people didn't win at anything, they just wish they could run away so well." he pointed in Otto's direction. "And if you don't want to deal with someone's heavy emotional baggage then you are completely entitled to run away from it for your own good. You aren't beholden to anyone."
"You've not been doing anything wrong man. Just sounds like you've had a lot of people telling you dumb s**t, or have been listening to the little negative voice in your head way too much."
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 3:49 pm
"Well, I don't got the balls to be dishin' s**t back. I think too much, and it gets in the way of actin' impulsively. Can't stop worryin' about what the consequences of anything I do would have." It stopped him from acting on or deciding anything, or even thinking for himself. It was so much easier to simply wait for a direct order. Which was never direct, and always ambiguous. Otto felt he needed to give Rep more credit. Or more booze. He was a lot more forgiving and open minded than he let on most of the time. He'd been fairly certain he'd gotten loads of crap from the man for his lacklustre performance as a hunter. He wanted to call him out on his bull s**t, but he was too loaded to remember anything verbatim. "And the evil negative voice called Caelius." Otto grumbled in response, taking a good heavy swig of booze. It burned so nice and sweet, the pain of the world a numb haze. "I mean I get he's got a job to do, and more than enough egos to knock down, but cause of him I'm too scared to breathe in around him let alone to a good job."
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 6:32 am
"Being aware of the consequences is probably a good ******** skill to have. I don't think when I'm angry, I just lash out and look where it's got me. Still, sometimes its good to put up a bit of a fight in the right place, stand up and remind people you don't have time for their s**t, you have your own s**t to deal with." he shrugged, it was a double edged sword, one which landed him with a lot of injuries and restraints on his freedom, but something that at the same time kept him sane.
"Cael seems pretty impossible to reason with. I wouldn't even talk to him expecting anything other than a beatdown for breathing his air. I always figured there were other sane people who ran Death behind the scenes and let Cael do whatever the ******** he wanted. But I've never been there, I have no idea. Mark's no exactly the most trustworthy ******** either."
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 4:36 pm
"Ain't nobody but Cael that I ever saw." Otto slurred, wavering side to side. He'd downed a quarter of the bottle on his own. His ability to hold his liqueur was no better than normal. "Crazy people run the island, s'far as I can tell. We're all bein' pushed around by... ******** closed his eyes, "Nutbars." Otto slumped forward and passed out on the floor. Baneful <3 Looking to wrap up this beauty
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 7:49 pm
There were many many awful things Rep could do to a passed out Otto, ranging from torment to copping a feel, but for whatever reason the wheel of misfortune which spun in his mind had landed that day on a good segment and he was feeling generous and noble.
He picked the blonde man up in his arms and carried him to his bed, laying him on it in a recovery-position in case he threw up. (because Rep had done a ******** of time at parties and no one wanted a dead person at their party)
Even vaguely drunk he put the bottle he was drinking neatly away, before returning, looking thoughtful, and just in case Otto thought he'd gone soft, fishing out a pen and doodling a big hairy c**k on his forehead.
Only then, his douchebaggery asserted, did he leave.
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