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 Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 7:57 am
steak break
"Rep dragged me out of the library to beat up on me like my second day here." He laughed a little. "I had hit on his husband - didn't know Harrison was Rep's at the time. But damn, he's a jealous ********. Rep's also racist. I dunno. I don't hate him but he riles me up." Maybe it'd be easier if he could go back to just taking things and not speaking.
He swallowed a mouthful carefully before answering Dawson. "She, uh... she's my boyfriend's ex. And she hates him and, by association, me. But she's usually alright in professional situations. Like I'm not worried she'd do me wrong during a mission. But otherwise..." He shrugged, mouth twisting into a grimace. "I can't say I really like her, you know? I know you're her friend, though."
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 8:08 am
pie time or cake crunch? Quote: Text To Dawson: YEAH PRALINES : D Quote: Text To Dawson: never been to Lousiana Quote: Text To Dawson: all my leave is taken this month, but I'll see if I can grab some when I'm out w Melvin anyway Quote: Text To Dawson: I'm baking cuz baking is fun. n because I'm bad at other cook. why |:
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 8:11 am
shelving
Horace's eyes widened dramatically. He rushed over to a pile of books and fished one out. It had a baby blue cover decorated with iris flowers. "Everyone deserves love, even with this job! Read this." He shoved it at Dawson. The book detailed the story of a rather rough-hewn lord and a delicate yet headstrong maiden.
"Read it and try to get a girl, ok. Or a guy."
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 8:21 am
throne"Bones." His feet moved forward of their own compulsion, fingers reaching out to stroke along the arm of it. "C'mon Dawson, let's pretend to be kings," he said absently. medigel idk wanna have them sit at the same time or something?
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2015 8:21 pm
steak break
"Man, he's a troll. Y'don't feed trolls, that's like...the first law've the internet or somethin'..."
Grateful there was still some meat left to bide his time on, Dawson carefully sliced and chewed both literally and metaphorically over what was laid before him, furrowing his bro. A deep mmm was his first response. Napkin wiping bought him more time.
"Welp," he said eventually, smacking his lips, "that's definitely some, uh....tricky territory, huh? Not the friend thing--" Dawson made a hasty motion to wave it away before he could be misunderstood. "Ya'll do what ya want. Ain't gonna stop me from bein' friends with ya both so long's neither've you ever pull that 'pick a side' bullshit. Ex bit, though, that's...yeah." Awkward. He gave Horace a sympathetic wince.
"Don't think I know the, uh, boyfriend?" he hedged curiously. The whole island was a hell of a lot more at ease about this gay thing than Dawson was--conservative Christain parents in the South being what they are--but at least he was trying to understand it at his own plodding little pace. Hard not to put effort with a moonbro who was open-minded like Chris.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2015 8:28 pm
shelving
Everyone was enough to start him on his protest. "Aww naw, it's--" Dawson blinked owlishly down at the cover that was now in his hands, almost baffled. "Uh...Thanks?"
He set it by the toolbox delicately, like it was an unknown and foreign device and not at all something he probably would have picked up in secret. Then he cracked his knuckles and stretched his arms back with another few pops.
"Awright, lessee about that shelf!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2015 8:39 pm
pie time or cake crunch?Quote: Text to Horace:awww bake what u want : D but omfg horace horarce Quote: Text to Horace:horace we gotta go 4 mardi gras ok s**t is ossm Quote: Text to Horace:like you dont udnerstand new orleans is fukin alive all day n night long u forget s**t n bar crawl n u drink in teh streets its so fun we used to go as a fam Quote: Text to Horace:n the krewes are so cool! longest a** parades throwing u free s**t with music its' just awesome Quote: Text to Horace:they also got the hottest a** spices there ok n benyays n s**t liek LA is party central w good food k we got 2 go
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2015 8:56 pm
throne
He didn't want to pretend anything so lofty as that (like he could ever be even fake royalty), and yet his a** plonked right next to Horace's on the throne seat like it belonged there. Syntyche's many voices were missing, he noted vaguely. She should have been purring like a self-righteous big cat or something. But it wasn't completely quiet. Horace's voice aside, there was also another whisper in his ear that was both unknown yet expected.
Dawson shifted slightly and sat against the back of the chair, idly watching as the bones he had disturbed with his feet tumbled down the side of the huge pile of bodies. The writhing mass continued the whisper, the muted noises of human suffering extending into the large space around him. He moved again and the chair was his alone, as it always had been--a testament to the prowess so many underestimated. Something clung to his leg and he deigned to look down, past the balled fist that supported his head at the cheek, at the marred face of the human begging him with low wails. It looked almost like a monster, how gaunt it seemed; it and the bones grinding beneath. All wretched creatures, all things devoid of anything remotely worth saving--but this one bowed, and he granted it a few more seconds of his presence as a gift before kicking it too away.
Outside the room, Dawson's leg jerked out and caused him to fall over and hit the concrete floor with a yelp and a, "Sunvabitch?!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 11:55 am
pie time or cake crunch?Quote: Text
To: Dawson mardi gras? Like the thing with the beads and the bared chests? Quote: Text
To: Dawson I'm always up for a bare crawl - do they issue ID's with like... altered ages? I aint exactly 21... Quote: Text
To: Dawson always in for food ahhhhh. spicy s**t so good. Quote: Text
To: Dawson wait when the ******** is mardi gras?
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 12:04 pm
steak break
"'Course I wouldn't asak you to choose. That's not fair to you. But, like, if you're hanging our with 'Merica, I'm obviously not going to come. Little things." Horace shrugged and ate another blissful bite of steak. The concept of someone choosing him over another person was so foreign... Nobody would choose him, so he'd rather not risk it.
A faraway look stole across his face when Dawson asked who his boyfriend was. "His real name is Lawrence, but he prefers Jan, usually. Pale skin, light hair and eyes." Jan was damn pretty. He sighed, then shot Dawson an embarrassed glance. If he didn't check himself, Horace was liable to ramble on and on about him. "He... was really mean to America and she was horrible to him... But he's not like that to me. Jan's... I don't feel like I have to try and be somebody around him, if that makes sense." He didn't have to try and be more extroverted than normal or anything at all except be. Jan made him want to try and be worthy, though. And that's why sometimes it was hard.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 12:32 pm
throneHe laughed idly at Dawson's reluctance; it was only a chair with a seat wide enough for anyone and everyone but only one. He blinked into the darkness and wondered what he'd been laughing at. The dry hiss of Jannisari's voice faded like a wind dying and he did not miss that absence, did not notice it. And in that silence, he found only himself. Himself, alone, no Dawson, no Jannisari -who were they when compared to him anyway?- just Horace sitting atop a throne made of bone. His feet swung out, an idle movement, and Horace realized that instead of the voice he was used to, another voice had filtered in, something darker. The bones were not bones, but bodies, falled forward into some twisted semblance of defeat. He'd won, he would keep winning and everything wouldn't matter anymore. He'd be perfect in the way only gods and idols were. It rolled, waves of bodies bearing him and none looked up.They could not and that was how it should be. Horace blinked at Dawson's cry. "Jesus, you alright, Dawson?" He reached out a hand to the other hunter. Horace felt like he... no, nothing. They had been going somewhere - but where? He peered at the door. Weird - there was nothing special, just another room. "Dawson, if you're done killing yourself, let's go raid the cafeteria for ice cream."medigel i feel like we're getting close to done w/ this drabble thread? :0
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 9:46 am
steak break
"I, uh...I think so?" The only experience Dawson had dating, aside from failing at it, was the on and off again somewhat girlfriend he had in high school, and even she had treated him more like a pet than a human in retrospect. But Horace looked so happy about it, so he couldn't help but smile a little in return.
"Iunno 'bout what happened earlier, obveesly, but if yer happy then good fer you, man," he said. "Gotta let me meet him sometime, yeah? Ain't a real dating thing til yer friends approve." And maybe he was just a little bit wary and wanted to scope things out; maybe America hated the guy for a good reason.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 11:21 am
throne
Dawson grasped his hand just in time. "Got-damn, ********' sorry a** shitty laces, Jeezus..." Leaning down, he tied his sneakers back up with a scowl. He was due some new pairs anyway, judging by how ratty these looked. Maybe next food run.
Speaking of food and running.
Horace was thrown a mischievous look before Dawson broke into a full run towards the stairs. Later he would have nightmares that ruined his sleep schedule to hell, but for now there was only ice cream and those too slow to claim it.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 11:35 am
The Semblance of Unity Text to Horace:hell yea bro!!! Quote: Text to Horace:they give us fake IDs n stuff I ain't 21 either but I bet my beards gonna get me thru ; DDDD Quote: Text to Horace:its like the third week week of feb this year I think I'll heck Quote: Text to Horace:we gon have so much fun man we can get all sorts v spicy crap there they love puttin it on stuff like Tonys chacheres on fried Oreos n s**t Quote: Text to Horace:etoufettes also good s**t we got2 get crawfish down there it's so gooooooood gumbo tooo Quote: Text to Horace:I gots make a list omg so much good food to bring back k CRAWFISH PIE BRO OH MANNNNNN Quote: Text to Horace:ok I will stop
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 12:39 pm
steak break
"Of course. He doesn't, he's not like a really sociable guy at times - not that I mind, but not a meet lots type, I think. Here." Horace pulled out his phone and scrolled through some pictures until he found the one. It was of him and Jan. Horace was grinning in the picture and Jan was smiling - the barest curve of his lips. Horace had set it as his phone background for a while, before he decided that was sappy, even for him.
"This is Jan." He hmmed for a second. "But yeah, I'll try to introduce you guys sometime. And you have to introduce me to your girl when you get one."
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