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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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 Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 6:15 pm
"Oh, Good then... I still can't believe I ******** did ******** Conor.." He said the last part under his breath, not really wanting Clark to understand. He had whined about Conor enough already, and he didn't want the boy to think that he was only a replacement of some sort, a rebound for Conor.... which he totally was. He started to reput the bandage to the best of his abilities... which really was too good for a 18 years old boy. He could probbaly beat a nurse in a bandage contest. "So.... You were a complete virgin before tongiht, right?" That meant, he hadn't went with girls either before. It was strange... He looked like the kind of boy you would have seen in a frathouse banging every girl he saw.... or boys Not the kind to never had done anything and then bottoming to someone he only knew for two days. Not that Keith really cared. He was just curious.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 11:07 pm
 -Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________"Uh... yeah," he was still pretty high, but was understanding that maybe it was kind of weird the way things went. He was a virgin because all he did with his life was play video games, eat junk food, and beat people up. He was perfectly content with that life before he met Keith. Now he was starting to understand the chaos that is hormones and moderate emotions... Sexual desire... He'd never had it before, but something about Keith brought it out. He didn't know what though. Was it that he was attractive? Eh, that couldn't hurt, but Clark had noted other people being attractive before and never had a sexual encounter with or, for that matter, even tried to talk to them. Was it the drugs? Possible, but even when he was mostly sober he still felt kind of angsty... So yeah, back to square one, which is labeled with a 'WTF'.... ____________________________________________________________   
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 11:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 11:32 pm
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________Clark just smirked at the other slightly and nodded, "Yeah... I have no idea what's hooked up game-wise right now... Guess I'll solve one of the mysteries of the world..." he turned on the TV now and it was in the middle of another boss fight in FFX. "Are you ********' kidding me?" he was a little more himself with that line. Getting mad at games seemed to be a hobby of his. He didn't care of Keith wanted to spend the night. Actually, that might be kind of nice! -not that he would admit that out loud. As if getting ******** in the a**, and liking it, wasn't awkward enough for him. Admitting that he wanted Keith to stay the night so that he knew that what actually happened, happened would be beyond the zone of awkward... Whatever that might be. ____________________________________________________________
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 11:45 pm
"Dude, you need to relax..." Keith moved, repositioning himself behind Clark, passing his arms around him and resting his chin on the other male's shoulder. He brought the rolled up weed to his mouth, taking a drag out of it, then put it inside Clark's mouth. Hey, he had accepted to bottom, he had won his share of weed for the week. "What's wrong Dude? Did your bro played it when you were out of something? Want me to go beat him up? I did it often for Conor, could do it for you no problems.....Although... the way YOU beat ME up yesterday, I'm sure you can do it yourself" Oh, stabbing people for Conor... he strangely wouldn't miss that... maybe a little. Maybe... Maybe that was why he liked hanging out with Clark now that he thought of it... Why he reminded him of Conor, while being so different. It was the whole 'taking care of' the other. In a very twisted way, yes, but still.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 11:51 pm
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________Taking a drag he just shook his head, "I just didn't remember how far I got before I went to sleep last night... Probably a reason I stopped here..." Oh yeah, it was the Jecht first form fight... Annoying as hell... Of course, now Clark would have to beat that son of a b***h. He already took down how many other bosses, this one couldn't be that bad, could it? A little while later he was on his fifth try, but didn't remember it was his fifth. ____________________________________________________________
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 12:04 am
After about the forth time, Keith let himself fall on his back, not bothering looking at the TV anymore. The drug was all used by then. Oh well, he was still high enough to last the night... that, and Clark's ceiling was strangely interesting. He could swear it had a mouth and was making stupid face at him. "Dude, you suck. How long are you going to keep at it? You should have killed it by now~" Not that he cared, but he felt like he had to comment! "So dude... what's your story? I mean... no one comes to this s**t hole if they don't need too. Did you went to jail? Brother Got Raped? 'Cmon, what happen?"/AckO_O Short....
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 12:16 am
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________His mouth twitched at his comment about sucking... This boss was hard, okay? Well, sort of, since he didn't really have a concept of what he was doing at the moment. Keith was probably right, he did need to stop trying for the night. High Clark couldn't think clearly enough to come up with how to kill this thing. Maybe he'd glance at some walk-throughs or whatever in the morning? Maybe... Then he heard Keith's question about their story... "There isn't really a story... I don't generally interact with people unless they piss me off..." how those two met, actually, "So I don't exactly consider that a social life... not that I ever figured I needed one... I've got Avien to never shut the ******** up. Or those times when I had to go fetch his sorry a** at the bar after rough break-ups... He's the kind of person that falls hard for someone, gets used, and then goes and cries about it... If he'd just lay off, he wouldn't be so ******** miserable all the time with the way things end. Such a ********' tool..." then again, he was using him to keep a roof over his head, so he couldn't exactly say he hated that part of his brother. ____________________________________________________________
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 12:33 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 12:57 am
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________And now Clark was laughing, "Oh yeah I totally hate you Keith..." When had Clark developed sarcasm? AGAIN the media was seriously slacking today as so much was going on for just one evening! "But sometimes you do piss me off... but I guess I'll tolerate you..." was Clark teasing him? ********!!! Keyword = almost... This was still Clark we were talking about, so smart assery could have been absorbed through Devil May Cry video games... ____________________________________________________________
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 1:09 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 1:18 am
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________"Eh, I donno... Maybe it's because you continue to piss me off when the average person would have stopped and run away like the p***y they are... Think I might have like you since I first jacked you up against a wall, and you still kept dishing it... Hadn't gotten to beat anyone up in a while..." Kind of messed up, but totally true. Anyone that could put up with Clark got a special place in his messed up little heart. Avien was there because he put up with his s**t and what not, and now Keith was there for taking a beating like a man... The sex and drugs were just a bonus... Yes, Clark had to beat people up to be happy, otherwise he's tense up too much and put another hole in a wall... Yep, that was Clark. "What about you? Getting your a** kicked once wasn't enough?" High Clark had a personality? Oh yeah, because he was just saying what he felt like saying, not really thinking about it. ____________________________________________________________
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 1:32 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 2:12 am
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________Yep,those two were ******** up in more ways than one, that was obvious based on their reasons for putting up with one another. "Well I kind of have rage issues, so I beat people up whenever they set me off... you'll see people in pain a lot around me..." he replied rather matter of factly. Yeah, he beat up anyone that crossed him, or at least caused the pain in one way or another. It was something he was good at in blind rage. A lot of people would say he was abusive, but only if you pushed the right buttons. He could also be kind and loving, right? Uh... sort of... okay, no, his form of love was ******** up without question... I mean, just look at what the title of his love section is in his journal! Clearly he had no sense of the word, but almost understood infatuation, in a sense... ish ____________________________________________________________
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 2:24 am
"Is that an invitation for me to stay and hangout around you?" The boy asked with a smirk. Of course it was. What else could it be. Bela would probably be disappointed of that kind of relationship, but that was what Keith needed. A symbiotic relationship where both gave the other what he needed, even if it was ******** up like hell. All least it wasn't as destructive as the one he had with Conor... hopefully. "It's settled then. I'll stick around to annoy you some more!" He said, victoriously... before pulling the other boy in for a kiss. He was out of both drugs and boozes, after all! Making out seemed like the best way to celebrate. Still, in the back of Keith's head, there was a small, but oh so very nagging voice telling him that all that was just wrong. Totally, simply wrong. What he wanted wasn't Clark, it was Conor and Clark was not Conor...
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