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 Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 9:53 pm
Jerry was feeling.... wonderful. The fog glistened in the sky, the wind smelled of grass and tropics and rain, and he felt.... free. Like the weight of the world had been lifted off of his shoulders and he was his old self and then some. Like he had woken up and opened his eyes for the first time and everything made sense.
He had cloaked himself in his worn but still bright hawaiian shirt and armed himself with his guitar, cut his most torn up suit pants into shorts, and leaving his feet bare, he marched forth to seize the day. The rose shone brightly still tucked behind his ear.
He collected the important artifact he had procured, stuffed it in his pocket, and knew just who he needed to find.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:08 pm
Rep's day had, on the other hand, been pretty mediocre. He'd done his usual training, had something to eat and was promptly into that part of the day where he found himself with absolutely ******** to keep him occupied, more training didn't appeal either.
It was times like this he really missed not having a computer or any real entertainment available to him that wasn't books. He'd maybe have gone to watch a movie, but the AV room was Dwight's domain.
So as it turned out, he was sitting outside at a picnic bench someone had left outside the labs - probably for smoke breaks and outdoor lunches - playing solitaire. This would have been fine if he had the slightest idea how to do it. As it was he was mostly just sorting the cards out into suits and numerical order, with a look of keen concentration.
easy William.> Tracey commented critically, not really able to see it's long term appeal.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:26 pm
Suddenly, a sock that had been stuffed filled with rice and carefully hand-stitched shut to make an odd little bean-bag-ball smacked him in the face.
"REP."
It had taken far too long to track the red-head down, but at the sight of him, Jerry was beaming. "We're going to play hacky sack, man."
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:32 pm
On the island when something hit you in the face it could be pretty damn serious. At least that was Rep's excuse as he pried himself from where he was sitting in surprise, scrambling to his feet to look for what the hell just hit him. Picking up the beanbag he glared at Jerry with a mixture of indignant and complete confusion. Hadn't he been on some downer lately?
"Whit the ******** man?" he growled irritably, waving the offending object in his direction. "And what in the name of s**t is hacky sack?" It didn't sound like a friendly name in the slightest.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:53 pm
"Hacky. ********. Sack. It's a... a game of inner self." Jerry's smile didn't waver, even as the bazooka materialized on his shoulder. "I'm not asking twice."
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:59 pm
Oh great he'd ******** snapped.
Rep's eyes went slightly wider and he found himself clenching the beanbag like it was a stress ball when he found himself staring down the barrel of Roar. He had not a clue what hacky sack was, logic implied it was something to do with cutting the thing, but that didn't sound very inner self-y.
"Hey hey hey!" he hazarded, holding his hands up "I don't know what it ******** is. Do I throw it, kick it?"
At least he seemed like he was willing to play along, it was amazing what a bazooka could do for obedience.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 11:10 pm
Jerry beamed, tossing his hair back out of his face as Roar vanished into harmless green sparkles, "Yeah, you kick it! Here, lemme show you while you take off your shoes-" Alpha wolf AWOOWOOWOO yes, this was working well.
"God, it's so nice out man!" He snatched the beanbag back, unslung his guitar from his back to set it down on the picnic table before backing up into a grassy spot to give the ball a kick.
It went flying before landing lamely on the ground, "Wait wait, hold on, I can do it-" He tried again, his expression furrowed in utmost concentration.
Kick-kick- he got cocky by the third bounce from his foot, attempted to turn to do a little trick before once again it landed lamely. "Ahahahahah wait wait I can do it-"
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 11:30 pm
Rep didn't even resist the beanbag being snatched out his hand in the slightest. He was too busy quietly staring Did he just ******** toss his hair?
Deciding for the time being that he had really better play along if he didn't want any more violently threatening outbursts aimed his way, he rather irritably ditched his precious boots, watching Jerry try and kick the ball. He had to have snapped. Swan dived right off the ******** deep end and into the deep blue lagoon of complete lunacy. It wasn't even nice out. It was foggy out. Like every other day.
Maybe they had medicated him. Maybe he was high. Maybe it was all those things and ******** knew what else.
Still he stepped onto the grass with the most nonplussed look he could possibly manage. Figured that Jerry of all people would want to play stoat the baw, considering he probably was one.
"Jerry man, Are you like. Awright?" he hazarded, ready to intercept the ball should it come his way.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 11:36 pm
"I'm... great actually- heads up! Keep it in the air!" the man giggled, tongue between his teeth in concentration as he picked the little beanbag ball up in his toes and tossed it in Rep's direction, "Feet only! Ahahahahaha!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 11:44 pm
"Great." he said, entirely deadpan, giving Jerry a suspicious look. "So like, none of the woman troubles, none of the "woe is me no one likes me". Just great?"
His first attempt to get the ball was complete failure, wandering to get it and carefully pick it up with his toes. This was ******** ridiculous and just had to be right outside life labs, probably within view of those inside. He managed a few kicks, just barely keeping it aloft - he'd never been great at football either back home, a heinous crime for a young aspiring ned. He managed a few kicks, getting it to his knee for a single solitary bounce before it fell.
He narrowed his eyes irritably at it - everything was a contest. And he wasn't really winning this one.
"And is this like some kind of training? Or are you just like. Completely ******** nuts?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 11:57 pm
Again, that cool, calm giggle, "No, if anything.... I came to a revelation, is all." As Rep fumbled with the hacky sack, he pulled the flower from behind his ear to give it a sniff. "Awoo-woo-woo, right? Ahahahhaha."
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 6:54 am
Rep paused, about to try again and gave Jerry a long suspicious glare. "And what is that?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 11:14 am
"What's what?" Jerry's grin was back with a full force as he put the rose back, "C'mon, c'mon, kick the ball!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 11:30 am
Rep with a murderous glower did as he was told, feeling like he was some sort of prison inmate held at gunpoint. Only he was really an asylum inmate and the gun was a bazooka. Life just didn't get much more absurd.
"I mean the ******** flower numbnuts, or have you just started wearing ******** shrubberies as an outward sign of how cracked you've got?"
He managed to keep it in the air a little longer this time, before once again a mis-step and he dropped it. He snarled and punted it at Jerry in a small tantrum. "What's the point in this?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 11:52 am
"It was a present," He replied with a chuckle, "Oop!" He shifted to lightly kick the hacky sack back at Rep, "And THIS is for fun!"
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