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 Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 1:56 pm
It was late when Jerry got back from his duties, the bundle of fliers he and Sasha had made tucked under his arm as he hovered outside his door. Deep breaths. In theory, tomorrow he'd be getting his guitar back and life would be better. Killzone wasn't that bad. he shouldn't be afraid of going back into his own room.
He cracked the door open, hesitated only a moment, before slipping inside. "Ah... I'm back, sir?" He called out tentatively.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 10:53 pm
Killzone was currently hanging upside down via a pair of gravity boots he'd attached to Jerry's ceiling. "Sup, jewbro. How it your emotional state at this very moment? No don't you ******** think it over, b***h. There is no right or wrong answer, there is just the truth and what you think you want me to believe which is what I like to call an ignorant-a** assumption and I think you're better than that." The larger man, still hanging upside down, crossed his arms and gave Jerry a penetrating stare.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 9:40 pm
Jerry's eyes darted to the side for just a moment as his mind raced, but before he could indeed over think it, he managed a weak, "Okay. Ultimately. I think. Um. I... I spoke to Candace today." He tried to be nonchalant as he walked by the upside down behemoth to set the stack of crayon and marker flyers onto the desk and shrug out of his coat.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 9:21 pm
Nodding in approval, Killzone commended the Intermediate on his growing maturity as a person, "Good to hear you are being slightly less of a little b***h, ********. If you hadn't started coming out of your feeble emotional shell, I was worried we might have to do some Dolphin Therapy, and there's sill a few little kinks in that system." Did Killzone sound slightly disappointed that Jerry wasn't going to have to ride mechanical dolphin just yet?
Possibly.
For some reason, the therapist simply looked more aggressive than usual when upside down.
For s good minute he just stared at Jerry, eyes wide and penetrating, "But okay is a shitty answer, ********. Especially from a b***h who just stayed out all night drinking his ******** pain."
Sighing, Killzone shook his head and then took a deep breath, "I think you need to expand your repertoire of Jerry Songs. I think it's time to expand your personal arsenal of weapons to use against your fears and unhappiness."
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 9:26 pm
"I wasn't... wasn't drinking my pain sir," Jerry pursed his lips, once again wishing whole heartedly he had his guitar. It would make life a lot easier to tune out the whole... roomate situation. Patience. Robert had said soon. Soon would have to come when it came. "I was out with the guys. That's good, isn't it, sir?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 9:39 pm
"Jerry. At some point in the last evening, do you think I turned into a little b***h? That you can give me that kind of weak-a** reasoning and I would just say, Oh, well, hope you had some fun getting s**t faced in your ******** division leader's room?" The large man practically oozed with disappointment. "Drinking with the guys is something a social drinker can plausibly use as an excuse. You don't have that ******** luxury anymore."
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 9:49 pm
 "I... I hadn't had a drop in weeks, sir! I didn't... see any harm in just relaxing a bit?" Well... shoot. He knew it had been a bad idea. In his drunken stupor he had hoped to avoid this talk by falling asleep that night on the couch in the common area. Apparently it had only delayed the inevitable. He had so many other things, more important things, he'd love to be talking about right now.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 10:04 pm
"All you have are ******** excuses and a big old ******** bottomless pit of negative ******** emotions that are only temporarily satisfied through what you call relaxing a bit, and that's what makes you a ******** alcoholic ********> Uncrossing his arms to jab his finger toward Jerry, Killzone continued, "If you just wanted to relax, you could listen to some goddamn Enya and learn to do a proper ******** downward-facing dog. Now, this isn't gonna be easy. And it's not something for you to just come up with on the fly. But it's time to once again reach down deep into your ******** Jerry Place, and look into the dark, unhappy parts of it. The peeling paint and the nasty mold, and the questionable leftovers you let sit for months in your Jerry Fridge. I want you to look at these things, and I want you to make a song about them. I want you to make that song, and I want you to sing it before taking one more goddamn drink of alcohol, and then I want you to ask yourself if any of those goddamn things will be solved tomorrow by drinking today."
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 11:10 pm
Jerry flinched even more from the word 'alcoholic' than the poke or even the excessive use of the word '********'- he was slowly becoming desensitized to profanity, thanks to Killzone's healing techniques.
He sighed, hanging his head, twisting his scarf between his hands in a quick irritated gesture before lowering it. Tolerance. He needed this. Or rather... he needed the help, and this was what Deus provided. That or there was a very good chance Killzone would stoop to *desperate measures* and... he wasn't sure he wanted to find out what dolphin therapy entailed.
He wished Roar was more vocal during moments like this, but he was pretty sure the weapon reveled in his misery. He had his sympathetic moments, and occasional shouts to stop being stupid and other supportive advice, but the best he got during moments like these was a dull, background chuckle.
Jerry place. Something about an unkosher inner fridge. Right. He glanced to the side, making the mistake of wondering if this was an immediately mandatory assignment or if he had a moment to at least take off his shoes.
This was Killzone he was dealing with.
What would Sasha do.
He bought himself a moment by suddenly lifting his orange kazoo from his desk and giving it a quick toot.
s**t what the hell rhymed with 'escapement'...
"Intoxication only leads to
alienation to your peers and
civilization you must have a
detoxification or you're screwed."
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 11:31 pm
Killzone listened to Jerry with as close as he came to an impassive face. Which was what most people would consider a thinking about hitting you right now face. Fortunately, Killzone was a pacifist."Mother. ********. Did I not just say this is something that requires both time and some serious ******** contemplation of the problems in your ******** life? b***h. IF ALL YOU PLAN ON FINDING IS SOME TRITE ******** PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT BULLSHIT, THEN...THEN..." Killzone's chest began to heave. Face scrunching up in a manly sniffle, he finally continued, "Don't worry, Jerry. We'll get you through this. Even if I have to step it up and be your little shadow of positivity. If you need Killzone to follow you wherever the path of life take you, then goddamn it, Killzone will be right by your side every moment of you day. Giving you the inspiration and affirmations that you need to make your time in this world a positive and fulfilling one!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 11:51 pm
The smile left Jerry's face.
He lowered the kazoo.
"I... I m-met another girl recently..." He ventured. Killzone couldn't be *serious*.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 11:55 pm
Killzone relaxed slightly, "I don't know if a rebound is the wisest of options for you at this point in time, Jerry. But if she helps you to better understand your Jerry Place, then I will support you with the power of my ******** positivity, jewbro."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 12:01 am
"S-so..." He cleared his throat, chancing a sideways glance, "You er. W-won't be um. Shadowing.... er. T-time I spend with friends, then?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 12:16 am
Killzone gave him a narrow, cautious look, "As long as you aren't using that time to drink as well, Jerry."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 1:01 am
"No, sir!" The idea of Sasha drunk terrified him, honestly.
Alright. That disaster hopefully thwarted. He tentatively reached for his sweatpants to see if Killzone would allow him to change into his pajamas and get ready for bed. "She's really nice, though. This new friend. I was um. Actually wondering. A while ago on the er. Island twitter thing. You said something about maybe having something to help out my Choir/Band project? Sasha and I made fliers for auditions today and um. She said something about knowing how to play the flute but not having one..."
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