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 Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 8:05 am
Melvin was on babysitting duty, and he was done with just sitting around. He was bored, he was tired, and he didn't want to do these menial tasks anymore. On weekends like this, his friends used to hang out and play cards. While Otto wasn't exactly his friend, he'd just have to make due and work with what he had.
In the evening, Melvin came in with a deck of cards and a piece of paper, and started to set up. If Otto and Ro inquired, he only glanced at them. "We're playing cards." He told them, and then set up a few chairs, before he went and came back with a pile of snacks from the vending machine and set them on a nearby table between Otto's and Ro's bed. It was better than anything. It certainly wasn't whiskey and cigars, but again - making due.
Then, sitting down, he set a tweet. That done, he passed the next few minutes shuffling and looking to the two men. "If you want dibs on any of these snacks, make your claim now before they are destroyed."
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 8:24 am
Ro sat up a bit straighter as Melvin returned, his depressing air was still about him but at least some of the attitude was gone now. "Poker night? Here?" He looked around a bit sighing, "Well it's not like I have anything better to do." Shifting about he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his bandages had been removed earlier that day though he was still in the labs for one more night till the last of the internal healing was done and the doctors where sure he was good. A new scar ran from a jagged gash in his shoulder slicing down to the middle of his upper chest. Sylvia had remarked that it looked pretty good on him, Ro had ignored the comment and gone back to sleep not long after.
However one thing did lighten his mood ever so slightly; Melvin had brought a bag of doritos.
"Dibs on doritos," the faintest look of a grin on his face as he grabbed the red bag popping it open to get to the fake cheese powder goodness inside.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 8:43 am
 And thus, Robert and Rep made it to the poker game.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 8:55 am
When Rep saw there was a poker night, he was initially excited, followed by deep sinking doubt that he would even be welcome at something like that after the last couple of days and the escapades involved. The doubt grew and grew until the worry he'd be laughed out of the park and humiliated outweighed his interest in poker at large.
He'd turned around and made a beeline away from the infirmary.
Or would have if he hadn't been seized midway and dragged back along the way he came, fighting every inch of the way by Robert. Narrow corridors meant he couldn't summon Tracey and diminutive stature meant digging in his heels wasn't as effective as it might have been given he could be picked up.
It was a battle he was destined to lose, and did.
Crossing his arms peevishly, he rearranged his clothing and gave the room at large a furious, unkempt glare. Oh great. Ro and Otto were here. Great. Hey guys I just put you in here on a whim and some lucky charges, nice to see you want to share your junk food with me.
The suggestion made him want to find somewhere to crawl off and die.
"Well. I wasn't going to ******** invade your little party... but."
Robert got a nonplussed look.
"So aye."
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 9:19 am
Play cards? Cue grumpy whining from the teenager. He didn't want to play cards with these people. That was until Melvin brought snacks.
Snacks meant ignoring the terrible food of the infirmary.
"Goddammit Ro." Otto mumbled as he swiped the Dorito's, settling for an unclaimed bar of chocolate. His gaze lifted while unwrapping the bar to the disheveled pair that entered.
"Well well, speak of the devil." Otto commented, popping a small bit of chocolate into his mouth.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 9:22 am
Leon was hoping there was a hot nurse in the sick bay to tend to his muscle sprain, in his pants.
After a cursory glance, there were no hot nurses, only dudes sitting in the bay, playing cards, and a rep was there.
Yep, boner was nullified. "What are you guys doing in here?" he drawled out as he pulled up a chair and sat on it backwards, joining the circle.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 9:32 am
"Sorry Otto, you snooze you lose and I love my Doritos too much to let you steal them away." Bag open he wasted no time munching on a few chips, maybe this poker night idea wouldn't be so bad after all?
That was till a familiar voice caught his attention. Looking up from his bag he stared at Rep for a moment, his stomach dropping like he took a jump off a building. A moment later he shifted to his side looking away from him, focusing on his snack more then his desire to storm out the room then and there.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 9:35 am
Jordan had waited a tactful few minutes before following the traveling ball of grumbles down the hall. He'd seen them going by and decided that it was really in his best interests not to intervene; somebody would get upset at him, no matter which side he stepped in on. Instead, he avoided the problem altogether.
He brought with him a large bowl of popcorn; popcorn was good, and it also made a good excuse for a minor delay. He plopped the bowl down on the snack table and lifted a hand in greeting to the inhabitants of the room in general. "Hey."
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 3:57 pm
Melvin looked over to Ro. "Of course here. I have to watch you two, and it's not like any of you are strutting out of here anytime soon. There is room." He might have had other motives, but most of what he was saying was true anyways. Grabbing a soda and his own choice of chips, he moved his chair over to Otto's bed, who was worse off than Ro, and gestured for the other hunter to move over.
The tweet was working, and soon he heard a great commotion outside before Robert walked in dragging a sulking Rep. It was clear why he wouldn't be here, but Melvin didn't even bat an eye. "Glad you could make the party. There are snacks back there. Grab whatever you want and move any chairs to Otto's bed." He patted it. It would be there makeshift table. "If you can move your legs, Otto." He suggested, before sitting down and taking the cards out of there pack. He'd be dealer tonight.
Soon after, Leon and Jordan came in. To Leon, he showed the cards. "Poker. If you want, pull up a seat." He offered, before looking to Jordan. "Hey. Thanks for bringing something. I raided the vending machine if you want anything. Pull up a seat."Quote: Simple game mechanics will be given once more people filer in.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 6:47 pm
Ugh, making him move?
Otto grumbled, inching backward and crossing his legs to free up the bed. Melvin was just taking over then, wasn't he? The teenager sulked, looking off to the side and wishing he could escape.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 7:13 pm
Lex had been studying Nordic runes in the lounge again, perched on an armchair, when he heard a bunch of ruckus coming from the infirmary. Glad for an excuse to put the 500 page book (A Brief History of the Nordic People) down, the tall man went to investigate.
What he found brought mixed emotions. There was poker, something Lex loved about as much as he loved life, and there was Otto, who he considered cool, but there were also some...Twitter drama people. He sighed inwardly. May as well bite the bullet and be a good person about all of this.
"Heya." He gave a wave to everyone in the room, and took a seat close to Otto. Giving the teen a smile, he said "Any better bud?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 7:22 pm
"Sure Melvin, count me in."
A chance to sit down? Leon happily obliged and pulled his chair closer to the enfeebled runt known as otto and his bed. "How you holding up runt?" the man said without care as he gave the skinny boomarang fighter a pat on the shoulder. it must have sucked to be in the sick bay for an extended amount of time.
the sounds of footsteps continued to grow as he craned his head around to see the new arrivals behind him, Jeremy in tow and someone else.... that he could not recall. All these new faces and no ceremony to introduce them. It was confusing to say the least as he gave the bloke a nod of non verbal acknowledgment before whirling around to the others. "who's that?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 7:28 pm
"Oh come on... I've got two feet, I can walk it's not like my legs where chopped off." For a moment his eyes flickered towards Rep before going back to Melvin, "But fine, if it means keeping you out of trouble I won't just march out of here and cause more trouble."
Moving from his bed he took one of the other chairs slumping into it closer to the improved 'table' they would be playing at. He looked at Jordan, said nothing and looked away again to his Doritos before speaking to Lux, Robert and Leon, "Roland, we haven't met."
He was doing a very certain job to ignore Rep being in the room.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 7:37 pm
Lex and Leon both sat neaby, each giving their concern to Otto. The teen grumbled under his breath, clearly not happy to be stuck in the infirmary again. "M'fine.." He lied, clearly sulking.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 7:43 pm
The moment snacks were mentioned Rep's priorities swiftly rearranged himself. He had a couple of things from the vending machines that he favoured above others and he made a beeline to commandeer some as soon as he could, as he passed Jordan he very lightly and fleetingly touched his hand, he intended to try and behave.
Keeping to this particular resolution, Ro was duly ignored in a similar manner to the way the mist seemed to be set on ignoring him. Grabbing a chair he flopped down in it with a shallow sigh, it was awkward being in a room with people he could almost perceptively feel weren't all that keen on him being there. But he was used to throwing up a front of not giving a s**t, so that's exactly what he did.
He wondered if he should have mentioned his booze stash or offered to bring some. But alcohol probably wouldn't help him out much here.
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