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 Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 11:58 pm
Krasnyamodern day"You saw my sister," repeats Aleksy, stopping on his puttering path to turn and look at Jeremiah. "You saw my sister in the mansion? She's in Moscow. Moscow is very very far from Ashdown, Mercer."
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 12:01 am
wellness checks are bullshitfive and a half years ******** a*****e," says Aleksy, and he pulls himself up towards Jeremiah. "That sucks buddy."
He thinks about it, and says, very quietly, "I told Father I was boy. He say... we are going home tomorrow, you will be good Russian girl and I punch him and--"
Aleksy's green eyes are very wide and very scared, as if he has just remembered there are consequences. "I run away," he says. "He has legal right to demand me back. He says, this girl, she is mentally incompetent, bring her home. I cannot go. I cannot."
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 12:05 am
twenty-onefour years ago"It is horrible," says Aleksy, palming his own chin as he watches the crowd, three fingers on the rim of his next shot. "No amount of even the best vodka can make this good for anything but..." He looks at Jeremiah. He thinks about his next words. He laughs and says, "Whatever the hell passes for dance here." He totally means sex, though.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 12:26 am
Krasnyamodern day"Not in the mansion. After that thing killed me." Jeremiah can't stop the slight shiver. That chill has still there but the pain isn't so bad now. "Some place else, some place in between. Just her. She was young. She asked when did I get old." He takes a breath. "I know she is in Moscow but who I saw ..." Jeremiah follows Aleksy, stops a couple feet away from him. It's a serious look on his face. "I don't think she knew you let me call you Lyoshka."
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 12:34 am
wellness checks are bullshitfive and a half years agoJeremiah looks over at Aleksy, his face neutral but his eyes have a tendency to give him away. There's anger there because of how Aleksy was treated because ... "You," he says very slowly, purposefully, "are Aleksy Spektor." Spek- tor-ah. "... and your father is a piece of shite." An arm reaches out, fingers held towards Aleksy because at this moment he just wants to help (protect) or just hug him. Something. "Also good ******** luck pulling that here now. You're back here and there are people who will fight to keep you here." Jeremiah is serious and one of them. "Besides," he gives him a grin, "you punched your father. That makes you braver than me. I never did." He always kept himself in check and fought everyone else instead. shibe has the voice of an angel
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 12:37 am
twenty-onefour years agoJeremiah rolls his empty shot glass between his palms. He has a habit of playing with his drink glasses once they're empty until he gets another. He gives Aleksy a look and shakes his head. "I'm not sure that this is worth dancing to either," he snorts, totally on to him. "At least the vodka is good. It was hard finding a place that serves something that would meet your standards."
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 2:35 pm
Krasnyamodern dayAleksy sits on the couch, boneless. "That... Lucas said she didn't know I was a man," he says. "That she called me Aleksa." If she was still young, then that makes sense. Aleksy pulls his legs to his chest. "I should have noticed if something were wrong," he says. "I should've."
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 2:39 pm
wellness checks are bullshit
five and a half years ago
Aleksy puts his hand in Jeremiah's, and thinks about telling him. About all of it. Therapy, and the nausea, and all of it in the name of repairing him, correcting him, and Jeremiah--who knows the difference between Spektor and Spektora--says he's fine. Aleksy Spektor, two boy's names in quick succession. "Aleksy Yurievich Spektor," he says to himself.
He says, "I want to sleep for five years," very seriously.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 2:42 pm
twenty-onefour years ago"In the right company, Smirnoff is decent enough," says Aleksy, but he smiles at Jeremiah anyway, because he appreciates it. "But this is better." He adds his latest shot glass to the growing pyramid between them. He pillows his chin in one hand. "No hard feelings, Mercer?" The bar is decked out for the fourth of July, red white and blue spangles all up and down the walls; the lights have blue and red acrylics over them, and Aleksy supposes it's only a few minutes before some ridiculous American pride song comes on. "Enh?"
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 6:58 pm
Krasnya
modern day
They are alone, there's no one, so Jeremiah claims the spot on the couch next to Aleksy and sits himself.
"You would have," he agrees, "but it makes me think that ..." The taller man lets out a breath. "That it isn't her. Not the one that we know." A hand smooths across his face. "She's trapped, wherever she is."
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 7:03 pm
wellness checks are bullshit
five and a half years ago
Jeremiah gives the hand a tug, a gentle pull so that he can sit next to him and have an arm around him. Aleksy doesn't look like he needs to be alone right now.
"Don't forget it," he tells him seriously, "but should you, I'll remind you. Fair enough?"
He watches Aleksy a moment before adding. "So sleep. I'll stick around for a bit."
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 7:08 pm
twenty-onefour years ago"Figured you deserved better than Smirnoff for your birthday now that you can legally drink in the States." That got a look. Jeremiah and Aleksy both from countries where the legal drinking age was younger. His next shot is emptied, tossed back and swallowed in a gulp. He never shows his drink. Not until he's out cold. "Ugh," he makes a noise and it's not because of the vodka, it's the music, "no. None at all but this place is a travesty." A finger points onto the dance floor where someone is barely dressed and dancing and they are not at all attractive. "I take it back, that's a travesty and I've no idea what to call this place anymore."
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 10:14 pm
Krasnya
modern day
Aleksy gets comfortable, settling his back against Jeremiah's arm like he's done it a million times before. Which he has, so, whatever. "The one in Moscow? It isn't her?"
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 10:18 pm
wellness checks are bullshit
five and a half years ago
"Mmmyeah," says Aleksy, shifting enough to get comfy--his back against Jeremiah's side, protected, with room to get free if he has to--and closing his eyes. He trails off, mumbling something in Russian, and is asleep before he finishes his sentence.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 10:46 pm
twenty-onefour years agoAleksy rolls his eyes: like he's not been drinking anyway. There have been multiple instances where Aleksy was drunk enough to not give a s**t what Jeremiah saw or heard or was legally obligated to do as a peace officer. "A charnel house," says Aleksy, watching a young woman with visible ribs. His brow is furrowed, confused more than anything. "Hardly anyone here worth looking at."
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