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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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 Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 12:51 pm
Talking about Conor… Was he just ordering him around? He frowned at his boyfriend, daring him to order him around just once more. Keith didn’t get s**t from Conor, he was the one making all the decisions! He was the leader between the two of them! He was… Okay, no. No he wasn’t. Conor had always been the one choosing what they would be doing because whatever Conor chose, be it good or not was always fun. Lighting the apartment on fire? Yes, they have lost a lot, but damn it had been amazing while on LSD. Same with every other ******** up s**t they had done through their teenage years and early adulthood. It had been a while since the blonde had acted like that. In fact, Keith didn’t remember Conor taking any decision ever since he had woken up two years ago… Or was it more like three now? Either, the little trill of Conor reassuring himself was enough to make Keith happy, which was why he quickly dropped the frown he had been having, replacing it with his usual sly grin on his face and shrugging. Or maybe it was because Conor said he wasn’t going to sex that maid of his… Which still needed to apologize to call Keith’s boyfriend, who was also his boss an ugly, ******** person! Either way, if Conor said he couldn’t ******** those twins, he wouldn’t ******** them. Probably had some STD of something like that. All twins had them, it was well known.
”Alright, I won’t sex them”, he started, not caring that they, themselves, had rejected the offer of sex. Seriously, since when did someone saying ’no’ changed anything? Keith had never cared if someone was willing or not, all that was impotant was if he or Conor was willing. ”But only because you aren’t ******** that maid-whore of yours… You know what happened last time you ******** a whore” That last part had been said with a much lower ton of voice, feeling almost like a treat…. “Almost” only because Keith couldn’t just go Comatose on command. Wished he could, however.
He took a step back, or rather, around the corner, and placing himself next to Conor before taking a cigarette pack out of his pocket, taking one out and placing it between his lips before passing a small pack of matches toward Conor and waiting for him to lit him up. Some old habits died hard and this was one of them. They had been doing it like that since they were fourteen after all, why would they change? It was part of them. Truth to be told, for those two seasons 4 years ago, it had felt really awkward for the boy when he had to light up every cigarette he had. Oh well, that was all in the past…almost. Blair was still alive. ******** whore should have died already. What was she waiting for, seriously? Their permissions? She should know that she could off herself whenever she wanted. They were waiting. Or at least Keith was. He was still mostly unaware, or unwilling to admit, that Conor didn’t hate her.
As he was waiting for his boy to light him up, he listened to him and the twin’s interation. Something about a free room for a change of name? Why was Conor giving free rooms? Not that Keith cared, but it wasn’t like Conor to do anything like that. It would have been more like him to triple the price of the room and then propose to give it half price… Well, if he was good enough in math to do so. Was Conor good in math? Keith did’t know, but he wouldn’t bet his money on it… Either way, this was weir, which was why he paid more attention to the conversation than he would normally have, when he then understood why Conor wanted that. ”Wait…One of you is named Keith? ******** awesome name, isn’t?”, He said with a large grin on his face… Or well, as large as a grin could be when it was also holding a cigarette. He leaned forward on the counter, taking a closer look to them. Young, yes, but also cute. Yeah, for twins, they weren’t bad… Yup, he’d put them in the ‘would ******** it’ categories. ”Shut up, maid, I could ******** one of them and it would be worth more than five of you.” He replied, side staring at Riley. Sure, he had admit that Riley looked somewhat like him a couple of years past, but at least they didn’t look mentally retarded like he did. Physical wize, however… hmm.. He returned his eyes on them, trying to decide who were the better looking ones, when something hit him on the face. He frowned as he kept staring at the other Keith. This was just insult to the previous injuries. ”Why the ******** is it the fat one that’s named after me?” Yes, Keith#2 might just have been 5 pounds heavier than Knox, but with someone obsess with weight like Keith#1, it felt more like 30! It was a wonder that the cook hadn’t become anorexic or bulimic already…oh! That was a good idea…
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 10:12 pm
He had his arms crossed back together and was smirking at the clones when he got smacked to the back of the head. “Hey! What the ********, man?!” He instinctively bent forward and grabbed his head only to see a foot fly towards his shin. He dropped his hand back to his side and looked over at where the leg retracted. Bitchy chef. “What. The. ********> He stared at the guy for a few seconds, listening to him mumble out some s**t about how he had said he didn’t want to sleep with his boss. He thought for a second on how to answer this, there really wasn’t a good way. He either offended the two of them by saying he wouldn’t ******** him or he pissed off chef-y even more by saying he would. Well, flattery with the boss would probably be a bit better than a bitchy chef.
“That’s not what I said at all. Stop twisting my ******** words. I said I wouldn’t ******** him right now. I said one goddamn sentence to the guy. I’d tear that s**t up after a good conversation; call me old fashion.” He had another dumbass smirk plastered on his face and shrugged gently towards the end of his little talk.
Riley took a second just standing there listening to the guys little back-and-forth when he heard whore. “Not a whore.” It wasn’t said in a forward tone or anything, but he felt like he needed to say it nevertheless. In fact, he didn’t even flinch when he said it. He had his back placed against the desk once again, his arms crossed and one foot over the other. But he wasn’t a whore. He had got around quite a bit, but not in a whore way. Whores just gave it up right? And for money? People had to work for Riley loving. That s**t wasn’t just handed out which made him not a whore. It wasn’t until chef-y actually said something to him again that he got pissed. “Hold the ******** up. You’re saying that they equal five of me?!” He pointed to himself and then to them; he was one for the pointing today. But, then while checking his reflection; he realized something, something that brought a smirk to his face. “So, you’re trying to say that two short, kinda chubby clones are five times as sexy as someone that looks like a former you? With the way you act, I really would have expected you to think more highly of yourself.” He was pretty proud with how that went, doing a little celebration in his head. But, it probably wouldn’t end anything like he hoped it would. It seemed that his most clever moments tended to be the ones that ended worst for him.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 5:51 am
 
The pair were.. well, Conor just wasn't sure what the ******** was going on over there, to be honest. Multitasking wasn't really his specialty, especially not when it was with talking. Maybe if he was on speed or some s**t like that, but not in his current sober state of mind! He tried to focus in on that and caught Riley saying something about Keith and chubby. Not the best combo considering just how sensitive the guy was with words of that nature – seriously, he would have suspected Keith to have been picked on as a kid for being fat with how he acted, but he wouldn't dare say that. ..Not now, at least. The room was chaotic enough as it was! “Dude, shut up.” He snapped first down at the other and looked back at his Keith with a scowl, although he didn't intend to direct that at him. It was just the situation! He was already pissed off over Vlad and Dante, now he was confused, hungry, and even more annoyed about.. everything! There wasn't anything pleasing about this entire situation other than the fact that Keith was looking really hot being as angry as he was! While that was ******** sweet, Conor couldn't really be happy by it or do anything about it when his attention kept getting dragged this way and that. For once, he had to tell his libido to shut the ******** up so he could focus on deciphering just what was going on and how he should react. The Blaire reference helped with that as, well, nothing was better than guilt and shame to stifle a sex drive. He glanced somewhere else for a second, clearing his throat to show he had heard the other, but still trying to figure out what to say in response other than a multitude of apologies and an offer to blow him off or something.
Eventually, he looked back at Keith and started to speak, but then some matches were dropped into his hand and he shoved everything aside in favor of remembering why he really, really, really, really ******** liked Keith. He would have kissed the man right there if he wasn't so focused on getting one of the little babies out of the matchbook~ “Dude, uh, don't hurt my maid, 'kay? Need him healthy and s**t and.. yeah.. 'Cause it'd be..” He half said, half muttered to Keith while the other zeroed in on the twins, his own attention focused entirely on striking the match and watching the little sparks erupt into a flame as small as his pinky's nail. Still, even if it wasn't the bonfire he wanted, it was enough to fascinate him and clear his mind for the minute or so that it burned. A bit of an odd method, but Conor didn't give a s**t what the hell it was to get rid of his stress – fire was awesome and if it worked, then it worked. End of story. The only problem he found with the method was that, as the stick holding up the phosphorus head was eaten away by the small flame, it eventually reached the fingers holding up said match – Conor's fingers. While fire was awesome, getting burned never felt quite as nice as he would like it, so, before he could realize the same thing was about to happen again, the nerves at his fingertips were set ablaze and he let out a quick yelp, along with a muttered curse, “Alright.” He said firmly and not the least bit happy as he blew out the match and slipped the matchbook into his pocket, looking over the gathered men. He set a hand on Keith's shoulder, “Dude, go make me something to eat. Duke, 'cause his name ain't Keith – no fat ******** should have your name – is my damned problem. I'll deal with Riley.” At that, he looked at Riley and nodded his head towards the waiting room so the guy could, well, wait. He then lifted his hand from Keith and went to look at the twins, finally deciding the quicker he got rid of them, the better. He didn't need some b***h fight over weight to start up between two Keiths. It'd just be weird and one of his nightmares come to life. “You had, what, forty dollars? Good for two days in a single. I don't care what the ******** happens after that – go find a job or some s**t. Don't go to the bar or general store for work, though, those ******** are nasty. Wouldn't recommend my dog to see them.” He added while he went to open the drawer to the keys to look for one to the singles. By dog, of course, he meant Eet – who else?
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 9:45 am
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▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ★ Knox | Keith ★
There was so much talk about sexing, and who not to and what if, but there was no actual doing, of anything, at all. Keith leaned against the front desk while the other Keith and Conner argued, and that Riley kid yammered away – whatever he was saying this Keith wasn’t paying attention to. Why bother? Riley’s voice was so annoying and grating, it would probably just piss him off if he paid attention. At least, until the conversation turned towards how fat he was. And it was just him, too! No one was pointing at Knox! What the hell was this? He wasn’t fat! Keith self-consciously started patting down his stomach, like he was trying to find the fat that Riley was pointing out. He wasn’t fat! ”You’re just jealous, ******** a**! You’re the fat one! And the abnormal one! Who the hell is that tall, anyway!?” What the hell was wrong with his height, anyway? He was the perfect height! And – wait, what? Keith turned to the other Keith, not at all impressed with how the other Keith was adding his two cents to this whole fat deal. This was like, an unfair gang up on Keith day. What the hell had he done to deserve this? ”If I’m fat then you-“
Before he could finish that, Knox had a hand over his mouth to shut him up. Knox pushed Keith back a few steps, out of the conversation entirely, which served it’s purpose. Keith turned around, arms crossed in an attempt to simmer down a little while Knox turned back to the conversation. ”Don’t even start, dude. Just stop.” he directed that towards Riley, in an attempt to simmer that little s**t down before something happened. Last thing Knox wanted was to knock some teeth out or something. To the other Keith... well, that was a little harder to deal with. Did the guy have a complex or something? It was only three pounds... How had he even seen that? ”It’s only three pounds, its not that big a deal. Kay? Really. Why’s everyone so hung up on their ******** weight...” Knox scratched at the back of his head a little as he glanced to Conner, the blond. This was too much drama for just renting a room... ”If you’re going to change his name to Duke, doesn’t that mean we get the room for free?” Good old Knox the business man...
”My names not Duke!” Which was promptly ignored by his brother. Knox held out a hand for the key to this room that they may, or may not get for free – assuming that Keith could shut his trap for a minute or two. They really should have gone to the bar first... could have avoided this whole mess and gotten a little tipsy before having to deal with Crotchety mcCrotchster the Inn attendant. Maybe Knox should started listening to Keith a little more... ”You know, it might be a good idea to keep your yappy little maid out of out room, to. We don’t want to be responsible for any mishaps that might occur.” it was always a good idea to cover your a**, especially with a fiery brother... Who knew what would happen I Riley stepped into Wolfe territory?
As for the job thing... That was a decent idea... Sort of... Knox hated working, and Keith hated it a little less. Ugh... labour... Avoid the General store and the Bar? Well. Coming from the owner of this ******** up inn, it might be valid advice. Then again, the store and bar could be totally normal in comparison to this place and Conner could be jealous over it. Uugh.. Knox didn’t want to look for a job. ”Keys please, thanks...”
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 12:19 pm
He leaned back out, straightening himself and trying to block Riley out of his mind. Damn that was annoying. Not only did Conor had just forbid him to kill his maid, but now he would have to listen to him yapping like that every time he was working? He’d still wouldn’t let him get anywhere close to his kitchen, because then, he would kill him. Just like how those twins there wanted too… Wait a second… Maybe, just maybe… A slight grinned appeared on his face as an idea made itself more and more clear in his mind. Those two ******** could actually be useful. He walked around the counter, making sure to push Riley against the wall when he pass next to him and positioned himself inbetween the twins, putting his arms around both of their shoulders. ”You know what? Let him get inside your room. Just make sure to leave into a mess. A reallu big mess. Everyday. I’ll even pay your room for a season if you do so. Hell, make him quit and I’ll do it for 2.”
Without waiting for their answers, he raised his arms behind his head, letting it rest on them and started heading toward the front door. ”My shift’s over. I’m heading home. Diner’s at 6, don’t be late.”. Hey, after all, it was Conor who had asked for seafood. If he didn’t want it to be cold, he better be there on time. He half waved goodbye to Conor, making a piece sign with his fingers before heading out of the door, direction the duplex.
Exit Keith
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 9:45 pm
There was a bit of stupid banter about the name and what not. Not like it was that big of a deal, just go by your middle name or some s**t. A free room's a ******** free room. But, that was just his take of things. The smarter of the three apparently. Then they said something else that caught his attention. He scoffed at them he wasn't yappy. He was just pissed off. ******** them. They couldn't keep him from doing his job little assholes. He was then distracted by cookie. "I'm not quitting. If anything I'm staying just to piss you off." He said to the back of cookie's head as he left. He then looked back to thing one and thing two, smiled at them and then headed off into the waiting room to wait for his training or orders or whatever he was getting.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 7:58 am
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▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ★ Knox | Keith ★
There were a lot of things to consider at the moment, and two different temperaments to take into extra consideration. Knox was the smarter of the two when it came to these things, so he would have to keep Keith on a tight leash for the moment – especially with Riley still in the room and yapping his mouth off like an idiot. Jeesus. Couldn’t this kid just give it up already? If Knox was getting irritated he could just imagine the level Keith was on. ”Whatever. Whatever! ******** you guys fight like babies.” Knox yanked his brother back a few paces by the arm in an attempt to get Keith to calm down and it took a moment before Keith crossed his arms and turned away from Riley, like a puppy getting scolded. That just made Knox sigh. For being twins, they sure as hell had different IQ’s. He took the room key’s when they were offered, leaving the lobby without another word. To him, there was nothing worth salvaging there. Everyone was too irritated to be civil, and the last thing Knox wanted was a fistfight between anyone.
Keith glared like a child at Riley as he left, and then went after his brother, muttering stupid things under his breath as he went. Knox wasn’t too far, having stopped to wait in the hall. ”I hate that guy.” Keith Finely muttered when he was shoulder to shoulder with his twin. Knox just sighed, shaking his head. ”Get used to it. I doubt he’s going anywhere fast, and it doesn’t look like we are, either. Come on.” Keith just glared at the hall ahead of them, following his brothers lead as they went. ”I’ll kill him if he comes into our room.” Knox just rolled his eyes. ”I will!” ”Yeah. I’m sure. Here- this is ours.” Knox stopped in front of a door after taking the stairs up and weaving through the halls, ignoring Keith for the most part, which served to just agitate Keith all the more, not that Knox cared right now. He pushed the door open after unlocking it with the key and pushed Keith inside.
”Don’t start anything. I swear if you do you won’t know what hit you. Try and be a normal, benefit to society, okay? Start by finding a job, or something. You know the only reason you’re so pissed at that maid kid is because he’s as volatile as you are.” Keith was not impressed by this. He dropped onto a chair, arms crossing over his chest. ”Uh huh. You gonna find a job too, Mr. High and Mighty? And we’re not alike at all. He’s an idiot.” That just made Knox laugh. ”And so are you. Brilliant, isn’t it?” Keith started to stand up and Knox pushed him back down. It was going to be an interesting little while here anyways.
[/the end]
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 11:23 pm
After the enlightening conversation with a stranger and trip to the bar, Colin was definitely ready to bed down for a while. He felt pretty mellow, a little depressed, but nothing serious. When he entered the inn, however, he was almost tempted to walk right back out again. Chaos was the best way to describe it. It was a noisy place, lots of people going in and out. People everywhere except where they needed to be, it seemed. He walked up to the service desk and tapped the bell. He sighed, the beginning of a headache coming on from the busy day. He waited a good 2 seconds before his head came crashing down on the desk as he blocked his eyes and ears from the outside noise. What's taking so long? What's it take for a guy to get a bed around here? Might've been better off going home with that dancer...((My entrance posts seem to be on the short side, sorry 'bout that. They'll be longer as I get into conversation and such.))
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Quotable Conversationalist
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 3:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 9:07 pm
But all the same, what was this dude's problem? He seemed like a royally angry person, although he himself would have a difficult time trying to handle all these people at once. Colin wasn't shy, he was just a quiet guy. He didn't feel the need to broadcast everything he was feeling to the world all the time.
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Quotable Conversationalist
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 2:10 am
For Conor, the second the drunk had lifted his head to stare at him, a single thought ran through his head. The guy looked eerie as ******** and Conor knew what eerie as ******** looked like pretty well. No one could deny that considering his own lifestyle – but, this guy took the cake. Though, he wasn't sure why. He looked pretty normal as far as he was concerned – actually, he looked pretty good. Not Keith good, but good enough that if he was a few years younger and single, he would.. throw a rock at him. Yeah, Conor's act of seduction right there. He dragged his feet back to himself, setting them on the floor as he leaned back over the desk to stare right back at the guy. Like ******** he would back down from a challenge like that. “Yeah.” He confirmed, scowling at the sarcasm in the other's voice. What was up with him?
“The ******** inn. My inn.” He added, a thumb jutting back to point at himself as he emphasized that, frowning even more at the new guy as he continued, “You need a room and you gotta get it from me. No one else is gonna do that s**t around here, got it?” He paused briefly after that firm statement, leaned back comfortably in his chair once again with a slight smirk. He was the only innkeeper in town, wasn't he? He almost forgot about that. ******** awesome. “So, I'd start sucking the ******** up to me if you want something more than a ******** dumpster to 'clean up' in.” Would he do it? Hell, yeah, he would! It would be ******** funny! His grin grew wider and he tapped a hand to the desk, “Now.”
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