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 Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 9:39 pm
grub
"Never, ever going to call you Sir anything," Leslie said through a mouthful of cheese, bread, and sauce. He'd ordered the biggest size possible. And then another, for the leftovers. Room temperature pizza was the best.
(And, somehow, he'd manage to pack most of it away, too, even before then. How did it happen? Where did it go? One of life's greatest mysteries.)
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 10:10 pm
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The chase was a thrill he didn't think he'd ever get to experience. There wasn't any real danger to him: humans were just plastic bags full of meat now. But the adrenaline was still a little rush.
He was grinning wildly through his pants as they reached the fire escape and barely felt Leslie's shove. But he had heard. Without needing to be told twice, he grabbed the midget, gathered his strength, and tossed the lightweight up with great relish. Like a basketball ready to get nothing but net.
Clearly better than a simple boost.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 10:20 pm
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Leslie crawled around the corner of the fire escape, bewildered and shell shocked. Even when Jack had made his way up, he was still wide-eyed. And then he offered Jack some of his flask, as soon as those that gave them chase had gone off in the wrong direction, hairs on his arms raised.
Adrenaline was a hell of a neurotransmitter.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 10:22 pm
He shrugged. "Yeah, you're right," he admitted. "I don't know the first thing about this kind of s**t. Which is what makes the learning experience that much more fun."
Watching someone fountain dive for quarters fun.
Jack's brows raised, his interest piqued by the mention of his weapon. "Handy," he commented with a little nod, popping the joints in his fingers. "Mine's a forest giant. I'm guessing he healed quickly when in touch with the earth back then or something, because I don't stay down as long as most when it comes to getting hurt. Only reason I'm not really bothered by the weather is because Illinois wasn't exactly cozy either."
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 10:31 pm
jason mraz
Leslie gave Jack a scrutinizing look, much like a sceptical dog, unsure of whether or not it was being praised or if it was in trouble. He decided that it was as close to a compliment as it was gonna get, and grinned. "Yeah, I uh. I've got siblings and s**t, right? One older sister that ******** off to the military or whatever and died. And an older brother that was," the devil and worse, "an a*****e. But my two little sisters."
He pulled up another handful of change, careful to lean so he didn't splash much on himself, sleeves out of the water.
"Everyone's gotta eat."
Satisfied with his haul, for now, Leslie shook his arms off, wiping his palms on his jeans. "******** the midwest," Leslie sneered. "Michigan here."
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 9:14 am
grub
"Rude," was said around a mouthful of a folded slice. This s**t was almost the size of his face. Amazing. He considered buying himself one as well to take back when they decided to leave. "God damn, no wonder people rave about this stuff...Way better than Domino's," he said happily as he licked off oil and oregano from his lips.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 9:26 am
jazon mraz
"That many siblings? Jeez, I can't imagine; only child here, and I was bad enough." What a surprise.
Sitting down, Jack started to count off what had been found. "Michigan...I think I went there once to watch a game..." He frowned at the coins as he went through them one by one. It was weird having hazy memories, a distinction between then and now. "So, what, did you putz around to support them like a midget Robin Hood?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 9:34 am
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Jack flopped on his back once he was safe, stifling his adrenaline-fueled chuckles with his sleeve. "Shiiiiiiiit," he whispered after the fact and glanced at the offered flask with some surprise. One celebratory gulp was taken before he handed it back with a nod. "You think one've them was the guy you lifted the wallet off of?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 9:39 am
i drunk i'm swearHaving learned he couldn't be trusted when completely drunk, Jack had watched his intake until the edges of his vision started to grow soft. The night chill wasn't so bad like this, and while the wine was complete s**t and only purchased for the sake of authenticity, it did its job. He stared into the fire barrel, mesmerized and completely ignoring the others mulling about. "What?" he mumbled, eyes flickering down at Leslie. A lazy smirk crawl up from one corner of his mouth. "You gettin' tired on me, Miller? Sheeeezus, yer just like Abbi." cherno astra SCHOOL COMPUTER FOR GREAT JUSTICE
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 10:32 am
grub
Leslie noticed that Jack had a thing, on his face, and spitefully decided not to tell him he had missed a spot when wiping away grease. Instead, he swung his feet a little from his stool, content. Pizza was his favourite food.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 3:41 pm
jazon mraz
Leslie laughed, humorless. "Yeah, I was bad enough too. And no, I'd be better if I had been that, s**t." He lit a cigarette, blowing smoke to the smoggy sky. "Just another story you've heard a billion times before, whatever. Foodstamps, dad with a drug problem, a*****e brother. Nothing went right, me included."
Sometimes, he worried. A storm was cast over his face: dark, moody, and... guilty. They'd be 11 and 13, now, if he remembered right. If Dan had started taking things out on them...
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 3:42 pm
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Leslie grinned, sharp. "I don't ******** think. I know."
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 5:36 pm
i drunk i'm swear "F'ck offf," he muttered, weakly shoving at Jack's arm, yawning even as he did. It had been a while since he'd had a perfect night's sleep. Leslie got what he could in snippets, waking up with heart palpitations and a wet face, and being on the streets made him feel more at home than any dorm room could. "F'ckin fight you, assh'le, shud'up." But his version of fighting was pressing his face to Jack's side, huffing sleepily. For some reason, Abbi wasn't as comfortable as she used to be. Where had her sides gone? "Where's she?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 5:36 pm
running running running
Jack wheezed another laugh, lifting his fist to get bumped. "Right on, street rat."
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 5:52 pm
jason mraz
"Damn right it didn't; you're still here," he joked as he set aside one pile of coins, now divided into pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters, along with one $1 coin that had...whatsherface...Sacagawea on it.
Catching the shadow passing over Leslie's face, he decided against adding to the tease.
"You miss them?"
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