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 Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 8:59 am
A grunt. He was right, he couldn't know.
Rep felt the fury start to slip through his fingers like so much sand, leaving nothing but a very hollow defeated feeling in its wake. He was still angry, he was ******** furious at the entire world and its ridiculous machinations to make sure he would never get more than a tantalising taste of sex ever again. If he wasn't so deeply entrenched in the relationship, he'd take it as some sort of ******** omen and take up chastity.
He sat up on the couch with a snarl of irritation, wanting to lash out at Harrison, say he should have done his research, pick a fight, anything. But he knew better than to, at least this time. He eyed the shirt and momentarily considered putting it back on, then realised to do so he'd have to walk.
Nope, it could sit there for now.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose and stared at the floor, Robert wasn't the only ******** person who wanted to cry, he thought to himself. It had taken a whole lot of effort to get himself to where he was, and now he just felt cheated and drained.
"So close." he whined to an unfair universe.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 12:35 pm
Robert was in his special place.
It was good that Jordan was the one who'd come to find him, because Jordan had been the only person in Deus to whom Robert had shown the little nook underneath the stairwell. The tiny door was shut, but it didn't have a lock, and there was nothing to shove against the door in anger, so Robert couldn't even barricade himself in. He crumpled up into the corner, as far away from the door as possible, and curled into himself. Maybe he could just disappear if he smushed hard enough.
But the little swinging light was on, casting a changing glow underneath the sliver of door, so his subterfuge was a total failure. He wasn't thinking clear enough to do a better job of it, anyway. He was too busy trying to rip his brain out of his head.
"Why me, why me, why there.."
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 12:37 pm
"Because the door has a goddamn lock." Jordan leaned on the doorframe, expressionless.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 2:54 pm
Think about something else. Anything else.
ANYTHING THAT IS NOT CALL OF DUTY.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 3:02 pm
Rep wasn't even bothering to think of anything else. He was long past the point of being able to salvage his train of thought and instead was happy to just mope. Mope like crazy.
"This place is ******** worse than prison. Even in prison its just you and some other guy. And privacy. Well. Mostly privacy." he frowned "Better than this s**t though."
He snorted "I've not gotten laid in so long I have seriously ******** lost track. That has never happened before."
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 3:07 pm
"Two months," Harrison mourned. "I can track it to the ******** day."
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 3:16 pm
Rep snorted. "Probably just a bit longer for me. Been on the island like." he counted on his fingers. "..nearly four months." He looked thoughtful again. "Sooo. Three months? And then FOREVER without the kind of sex I'd like."
He always had to one-up Harrison, always. Even in matters of woe.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 3:41 pm
"Three?" Harrison unpried his eyeballs from his palms, looking over with an eyebrow. "...Who?"
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 3:45 pm
Rep didn't even think about what he was saying until Harrison gave him that look. He froze, wracking his brains for a good excuse. One wasn't forthcoming.
He decided to try evasive manoeuvres. "No one you'd know."
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 3:48 pm
"Alright. ...Which division?" Harrison pried, smirking.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 3:49 pm
Things looked grim as far as avoiding this was going.
"Moon." he conceded.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 4:46 pm
Robert looked up at the door, horrified, for a single second, before dropping his head back down and shoving it as far into himself as he could. He looked like a big ball of stupid.
"No, no, no no no. Go away, boss." He whimpered childishly.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 5:00 pm
"Dude," Jordan said crossly. "If you'd caught me with two girls, you'd have congratulated me, so cut the double standards and deal with it."
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 5:21 pm
"I WILL NOT deal with it!" Robert's anger flared like a violent burst of flame. He'd gone from sitting, to standing, in the blink of an eye. "And who the hell are you to tell me to just deal with something like that! Huh?! Let's see what we've got here. Not only am I just barely starting to come to terms with my best friend being gay, but I'm supposed to put aside everything I used to think before I came here, and be some kinda ******** saint who thinks everything is cool, and it's okay to walk in on him with two other guys. Right? That's what I'm getting, right? That I'm just supposed to-" He snapped his fingers in the air sharply. "-Boom, be a better person, instead of slowly growing comfortable with it, right? Okay, let's say I can do that. Let's say I suddenly don't have a problem with that s**t that was going on in there. Okay? But you know what I DO have a problem with, boss?"
He loomed forward, and it was suddenly obvious that Jordan's homosexuality wasn't the real reason for Robert's breakdown.
"You assholes are gonna ******** use Clarice's room like that? When she trusted in - well, one of you, I guess - to keep it safe? And instead you use it for sex? I MEAN HELL, EVEN I WOULDN'T DO THAT!"
...And that was saying a lot.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 5:27 pm
Jordan rocked back on his heels, startled by the sudden burst of anger; any of the defenses he could immediately come up with boiled down to it wouldn't have mattered if we hadn't gotten caught, which was an absolutely terrible justification, and he'd known that from the start. He pressed his lips into a thin line and struggled with his pride briefly. "You're right," he admitted quietly. "It was the wrong thing to do."
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