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 Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 1:07 pm
Rep had never been more grateful for Tracey in his life. Injuries that had been touch and go, hovering on the edge of mending, set back by every little thing, became nothing but a negligible nuisance and swiftly no nuisance at all. He was powerful again. He was able to sign himself out of the infirmary in what felt like no time at all, and though the cuts on his shoulder might never fully heal thanks to how prolonged their healing had been, he was getting used to scars - these ones just smoothed the pearl of sheer hatred he was nursing towards Sasha. Speaking of Sasha, he had scores to settle, but they could wait, he wasn't obsessed.
The text from Mark still played on his thoughts, and he couldn't be sure one way or the other whether to believe what he'd read. He needed to speak to people, find out their respective plausibilities before he believed anything himself.
He pushed it out of his mind for the time being and instead went to see what Jerry could possibly want from him, though he had his suspicions, no one ever chose to talk to him unless they wanted something from him.
It was why he went straight to the lounge area nearest his room and texted the other sun that he was there, and if he wanted to talk - he was waiting.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 1:23 pm
When Jerry had woken up that morning to see the whistle in place of the stone tablet on the pillow of his bed next to his glasses, the world had suddenly become sharper. When he heard that growly voice in the back of his head asking just what the jack was wrong with him, he had wept, and swept the whistle up to cling to desperately. The weapon had immediately been summoned for a long (and awkward on Roar's end) hug, ending in more tears and a bit of rocking back and forth on the bed before he had gathered himself up, "We have a lot to catch up on," Jerry had finally choked out. But he wasn't certain he could handle it sober.
And so he had texted a valuable friend.
He spotted Rep in the lounge area, his hand still clutching the whistle tightly as he hobbled his way toward him, "They're back!" He breathed.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 1:31 pm
Jerry got a slightly condescending smirk from Rep as he approached, and just a bit of instinctual sarcasm. "Really? I'd never have noticed." He was still feeling rather prickly about the whole infirmary thing, and glad as he was to be out, it was still unsettling to have been there in the first place.
Tracey thrummed patiently in his thoughts, familiar, reassuring. It was hard to stay particularly angry with him there.
The smirk softened. "Nah, I'm ******** glad too, got me out of the infirmary, avoided being in there for ******** weeks. Allan was right. I'm actually glad everyone held out. Was so ******** easy, sometimes tempting not to."
But the fact remained that Jerry probably hadn't come simply to talk to him. He crossed his arms. "What are you after?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 1:38 pm
Jerry hesitated, brows furrowing as he fidgeted, "Infirmary? What happened, are you alright? You didn't look that wounded after the mission-"
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 1:39 pm
He kept his arms crossed.
"I fell down some stairs."
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 1:41 pm
Jerry's brows furrowed as he looked Rep up and down with growing concern. His voice finally dropped down conspiratorially, "If... if Harrison is abusing you-"
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 1:47 pm
Rep gave Jerry a long slow thoughtful look, absolutely fighting to stay serious to wind him up. But it was just impossible, the mental image of the situation he described so absolutely absurd he dissolved into raucous laughter. "Naw. Naw man. I appreciate the concern but.." he rubbed his nose trying to think of a way to put it without slighting Harrison. "..that's just not something that'd happen."
There was a serious intent underpinning his humour though, steer it away from the truth of what had happened.
He wondered if Jerry would still consider him a friend after he broke Sasha more than he already had. Maybe as a proper obedient broken little thing, she'd come back to him.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 1:56 pm
"Oh," Jerry nodded. Silly thought. It had been a silly thought. "But you're alright now is what's important, right?" He gave a trembling, nervous smile before drawing in a deep breath. "I was wondering if... if I could buy a bottle or two or three from you." He cleared his throat.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 1:57 pm
Jerry got another measured look.
"Maybe. What do I get out of it?"
Rep was affiliated with the Impress Me faction.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 2:01 pm
"Er... buying and selling usually means an exchange of money for the object. You'd er... get money." Jerry's brows furrowed as though confused as to what else Rep could get out of him. "I'm not giving you er... any... ah... y'know. You have two guys for that already."
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 2:10 pm
Rep narrowed his eyes at Jerry slightly. "With the portals down, money's not really much ******** use here." he almost added it's like jail as an example of the bartering system until Jerry made using that metaphor entirely inappropriate. His mouth set into a thin line and his posture tensed, a flicker of cold fury lancing through him at the very idea that just because he had boyfriends he'd somehow be into Jerry.
"You know, I'm into guys. Not ******** pond life like you. If anything you'd need to ******** pay me for therapy after that." But now he was annoyed. "I was thinking more like s**t of value. Collateral. Like I loan you booze, you loan me something important. Like oh say, an instrument. You get it back when I get my booze back."
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 2:14 pm
Jerry's brows furrowed, his expression darkening. "What are you even going to do with one of my instruments? You didn't even learn the last one I tried to entice you into." He drew in a deep breath, his palms sweaty. "I thought we were friends, Rep."
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 2:20 pm
"I'm not going to do anything. I'm going to keep it until I get my stash back. Consider it pawn brokering. Goods exchange." His smile was saccharine. "It's how my mates and I worked s**t back home. It's standard bartering."
He leaned back in the chair lazily. "And for the record, I still practice that s**t because this place is ******** boring."
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 2:23 pm
So that was how it was going to be.
Jerry weighed his options, and set his jaw. "A harmonica for two bottles. And you're welcome to play with it." His arms crossed as he glowered down at the shorter man.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 2:27 pm
"You wound me man. A harmonica? I mean I know it's like prison here sometimes but two bottles is a large slice of my stash, the portals have been down for a while. Needs to be something I know you'll come back for."
He gave him a friendly look."Surely it's worth it right? I mean, alcohol is like, blessed freedom from all worries. You can hardly put a price on freedom."
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