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 Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 11:11 am
Three AM on a Wednesday, and he wasn't even the only one in the 7-11. Standing in front of the hot dogs, watching them turning, Veer narrowed his eyes and tried to decide if his mother'd somehow psychically know if he bought one: sensing, across tens of miles, the fact that her only son was indulging in a bit of pork. Follow up that question with if he actually thought what she cared and --
What he actually ended up grabbing wasn't a whole lot better. Beef burrito, probably still cold in the center even after microwaving, a giant bag of Sweet Chili Doritos, two liter of the Dew tucked under his arm. This probably wasn't what his mother would have intended, either, but at least this didn't niggle at his conscious.
It might at his stomach, later. That was a different story.
He dropped the lot of it on the counter in front of the bored-looking checkout clerk, a kid about his own age but certainly less stylish. Veer stood out like a rooster, hair halfway styled up, just from swiping at it. He dug for his wallet, ignoring everything else around him -- for the moment.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 2:12 pm
Ricky stumbled in to the 7-11 alone, dressed in a faded wife beater and ripped jeans, with the distinct smell of beer on his breath. The bell rang as the door swung open and slammed shut, startling the boy as he made his way through the tiny convenient store in search of the thing his heart desired most at that moment: Twinkies.
Now where the ******** were they?
He walked past the shelf containing the creme-filled delight not once but two times before he grabbed a box and fumbled over to the register. Several times in this trek he had to pull up his pants, as they were sagging far too low, and he was going commando on account on laundry day.
It wasn't until he reached the register that he recognized the familiar face in the line in front of him.
"Well I'll be," Ricky slapped him on the back with perhaps more force than necessary. "If it ain't Varr."
Ricky only sort-of forgot the proper pronunciation of the name.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 6:49 am
Everyone had their prejudices. Veer's reaction to a big guy smelling like beer and sweat and dressed in the kind of clothes football players favored was to keep his head down, sliding money quickly across the counter, and to tense through the shoulders. His high school experience had been atypical in a lot of ways, but totally normal in others, and jocks had certainly never been a fan of him.
Maybe he'd even deserved it. A little bit. No one liked to be made fun of.
As such, Ricky's hand collided with taut shoulders hard enough to knock the breath out of Veer, and he didn't get recognized until amber eyes risked a very brief look upward --
And then he relaxed. Just a hint. Digging for Ricky's name and a smirk, at the same time. He found only one of them. "...oh. Well, s**t. What are the chances?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 9:07 pm
"I'll let the figurin' out of that math question up to you," Ricky laughed. "Yer foreign Arab fellers were always better than that math stuff. Or was that the orientals? Either way." He shrugged, put the box of Twinkies down on the counter and pulled up his pants some more.
"How've you been, partner?" he asked as he leaned against the counter and crossed his arms. "I haven't seen you since, uh, well, you know." Space was the missing word. "Glad to see yer made it out of their all hunky-doory. Or, as hunky-doory as we all get, huh? I reckon nobody is quite the same after it all."
He sighed. He couldn't reveal his secret - his identity as Troy Page of Chronos - as much as he wanted to. He wanted to tell someone. The secret was weighing on him, and he wasn't one to keep things to himself.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 5:20 pm
"...um." His eyes flicked up, across the counter, to the clerk -- who was probably quite studiously ignoring the pair of them in favor of making change and pressing it into Veer's hands. He wasn't going to comment about politically correct statements versus horrendously racist ones. And neither would Veer. It wasn't quite worth the trouble.
He huffed out a sigh as he tucked the change into one pocket, tossed his head to knock the side-tumbled mess of his hair out of his eyes, and grabbed up his loot. "I don't know about that. Things are about the same here."
Two steps out of the way, and he dug around in the bag for the burrito. It would only get colder if he didn't eat it now. "Well, no. Maybe better. Better school, and I met a hot girl. How about you?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 12:31 pm
and be blue Please quote me in this thread when you tag me back! “No school ‘ere, man,” Ricky laughed. He had received that offer to that s**t school - or HITS, was it? – but he tossed out the offer of enrollment as soon as he realized what it was. He hadn’t finished high school for a reason, he wasn’t going to turn back to education. “Met a hot girl or two but nothin’ very serious. Other than that, well, just tryna get back into the swing of things, and convince ma that the city’s safe for me.” He chuckled a bit more – his mother had been greatly concerned when her son went missing for several weeks, and had been pleading with him to return to Alabama. However, with his new duty as a Knight, that simply was not an option for him. “You see much of anyone else from that whole…a’venture?”
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 12:30 pm
"Yeah, I'm..." Except he paused, hesitant, floundering. He'd almost said he was living with Cameron, except that would have been a mistake: everyone had seen Cameron change. Admitting that now-Pascal lived with him would be like admitting what he was, too. The hesitation was awkward, maybe a little telling, except he stumbled his way into safer territory quickly. "...Josh? He's staying over for a bit, I guess things got ******** up with his mom." Not a problem for Veer. He mad a so-so gesture with one hand, walking back a few steps toward the door. He only paused to make sure Ricky was following. "And, you know, the guys from work. They were up there too. Which means I didn't get fired." He offered a thumbs up. Silent Spy Please quote/IM me if you reply!
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 9:50 pm
"That wudda sucked," Ricky thought aloud. He could have gotten in trouble with his work, but it was a small company and that welcomed him back with open arms once he returned. Of course, he didn't receive any pay for that time, which wasn't exactly helping out with the bills. Not that that was something he had realized yet. That would require thinking ahead quite a bit, and Ricky can hardly think in a linear path for more than a ---
"So how about the new girl yer got?" he asked, making a crude hand gesture around his chest area questioning her tits. As if his gesture wasn't blatant enough, he followed up his question with another. "Her tits big?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 11:20 am
The question got a surprised expression, a confused blink, both his eyebrows raised in reply -- that was cruder than he'd expected. Not that it really bothered him. Veer wasn't exactly the pinnacle of gentlemanly grace, wasn't eloquent or elegant or, well, polite. It was just so blunt. And so loud...
"...huge." His tone was bemused as he said it, though, slowly working back toward something more comfortable, more than willing to engage in this conversation. It was awkward, with the bag in his hand, but he managed to trace out a curvy shape in the air between them. Moving toward the door, now. He didn't really want to stick around in the shitty little 7/11.
"She's not exactly mine, though." Not yet, anyway.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 1:35 pm
"Niiiice." The word dragged as he nodded and grinned. The only way it could have goten much cheesier was if he were to wink give a double thumbs up. He didn't quite do that though. He only gave one thumb up to accompany his wink.
Ricky quickly paid for the box of Twinkies and tucked it under one arm as he followed Veer out of the convenient store, pulling up his pants a bit more on the way out. He should really look into buying better fitting pants, or at the very least a belt.
"Well then grow some balls and ask 'er out," he teased. It was late, and he probably should head home sooner than later.
"What's yer number, bra?" He fumbled to pull his phone out of his pocket, but realized he had no idea how to spell Veer's name in a way that may make sense to him. "Or uh, here, you can type it in." He offered him his phone.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 7:43 am
For a moment, Veer just blinked at the phone -- which, in comparison to his own pocket-computer, probably looked like something out of the last century. Veer got new phones when they came out, like candy. The largest part of his income probably went to phones, to tablets, to the monster computer...
But he took it anyway, slowly, and typed in his number with quick motions. It was a machine. He could figure out machines. And he typed like a monster. Not his full name but "Veer Gill", so that Ricky could find it when he went poking around and not get lost....
He offered it back with a bemused quirk of a smile, eyebrows raised. "Like hell you'll call me up, though. Whatever, if you want to chill and play xbox or something, let me know."
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 10:17 am
"Will do, I never played one of those XBoxes," he said, taking back the phone. Sure, he knew what they were and had seen people play them, but he was far from a gamer. But that wasn't to say he couldn't enjoy trying it out. He dialed Veer's number and let it ring once before hanging up to have his number into the other's phone.
"Alright, thanks man, I gotta head home now. Later," he said, raising his box of Twinkies as if it indicated a night of excitement that he must return home to. Really, he was much more likely to get back to his studio apartment, drunkenly stumble over a stray pair of jeans, fall onto the mattress on his floor and pass out.
And so he did.
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