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 Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 10:45 am
Melvin had a binder and was doing some equations as he waited for Rep, checking a few things on another sheet and tapping his pen. He had been rather fortunate to have spotted the box of Hot Chocolate when he was searching through the pantries for things to make a Thanksgiving Dinner with, and while it was old as all hell, it was still the real deal inside. A set of packets each still sealed and preserved and making a nice, favorable situation for Melvin. He didn't intend anything too wicked, not wanting to sour his relationship with Rep too badly out of something as stupid as powered sugar in a package, but he could push a little. Even Melvin was starting to figure out how the little things kept a man going.
He only hoped Rep could find his way through the labs too him despite Melvin picking one of the easier rooms to get to. Why not his own room? Well, he never liked bringing anyone there.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 10:53 am
Rep hated the labs. They were a bundled up pile of jealousy and resentment. Jealousy that he would never have access to the computers in there or the networks beyond. The techs as a rule didn't like him, and he didn't like them.
He showed up at the specified room, a bristling ball of tension and sugar withdrawal. He had not one ******** iota of patience on him.
"I swear to ******** Melvin, if you are messing me around I will ********... I'll ******** do something. And it will be horrible."
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 10:59 am
Melvin looked up, setting a pen down to look at him. "Why would I joke and send you all the way here? If it was a joke, it would be a very poorly planned one."
Melvin opened a drawer beside him and showed one packet of hot chocolate. "I have a whole box." He told him, tossing it across the table to slide in his direction. "You can check it. It's real." If not very old hot chocolate, but did those packets even expire?
The Lifer leaned back to watch him inspect.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 11:04 am
Rep had bought enough drugs to know never to take anyone's word for anything, as the packet was tossed to him, he tore open a corner, licking his finger before dipping it in and then testing it critically. It wasn't his usual brand - that was a given - but it tasted better than the ration packets of the stuff they'd had in Antarctica.
"It'll do. Hand it over." It wasn't a request.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 11:09 am
Melvin turned the binder over to a fresh page, set the pen on it, and slid the binder over to Rep. "First, I want to know what people like around here. The small things that people feel comforted by, like you and your hot chocolate. It would be nice to know when Christmas rolls around." He explained, though he wasn't entirely honest with Rep.
"Just list the names you know and what you like. I'll give you 5 packets for that." He waited.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 11:16 am
Rep eyed the binder in front of him and then the pen, as if both had mortally offended him. Writing things. He'd sooner have settled for sexual favours than this. "You want me to write down what people like?" He gave Melvin an absolutely incredulous look. "You do realise of all ******** people on the island you could ask this s**t you are asking the wrong guy? I tend to be really ******** good at finding exactly what people don't like."
He slammed a hand on the table angrily."How about you stop ******** me around and just hand the whole lot over? I ******** hate writing."
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 11:25 am
Melvin smiled a moment, before setting his elbows down on the table and thinking a moment. "Really?" He knew Rep hated reading, but not writing.
I'm getting some weird vibes from you.
Just a evil little thought. Get used to them.
I feel like I already should have.
"Well I guess I'll just drink it all then since you don't seem to care enough just to write a few things down. Don't even like it. Maybe I'll just take a few sips each cup and dump the rest out." He was messing with the Sun for kicks. Maybe next time he won't have any gut damn feelings.
"You have lived with these people longer than I have. Haven't noticed even a few things about people?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 11:33 am
Rep gave Melvin the sort of look that one might give someone talking about casually taking the legs off fuzzy animals. How could anyone even talk about wasting hot chocolate? It was ******** unthinkable. He'd been spot on, Melvin wasn't a nice person, he was another ******** psychopath, no question. Even Sasha wouldn't stoop to threats like this.
"I don't ******** notice anything about them. I don't give a ******** about them." there was an edge of desperation in his voice. "I mean there's the obvious s**t. Like Rin liked having arms I guess. Is that the kind of s**t you want?"
You monster.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 11:37 am
"Why are you even pretending to be this hateful? You've already proven to me time and time again you like people and want to protect them. Are you trying to protect them now? I'm not up to anything bad here. I just asked a simple thing for a few packets of Hot chocolate. Here."
Melvin opened a drawer beside him, looking about for a notebook and made sure it was clean of any writing. He then started to write a list of names down, one for each line, and made a dash beside each name, before sliding the notebook over. "Example. Rep - likes hot chocolate. Very simple things. I can't make this any easier than it already is."
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 11:42 am
Rep was not pleased in the least by being shoved into a corner with blackmail.
He picked up the pen angrily and glared at the page for a few bristling and furious minutes before he fished in his jacket pocket and produced the reading glasses he'd gotten from the quartermaster, donning them without a single word to the other hunter.
Then he wrote on the first line.
"Melvin - Likes - Being a complete ******** p***k."
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 11:45 am
Melvin had no idea that Rep needed glasses considering he threw his axe here and there with some precision (though maybe this explained recent accidents). When Rep started to write, he smiled.
"See, you do like writing." Which was a good thing for what he had in mind. Of course Melvin had no idea what Rep was actually writing.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 11:46 am
Rep gave Melvin a dismal look over the glasses.
"Oh aye." He smiled much too sweetly. "I really do."
He added "Being a smug little s**t" to his list.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 11:48 am
He paused, watching him write. "Cute glasses."
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 11:52 am
He'd been waiting for it. He really had.
The pen snapped with a crunch of plastic in his hand.
And, snapping it closed with a slap of paper, he lobbed the binder at Melvin.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 11:57 am
Melvin ducked with a quick "********", lost from sight for the moment behind the lab table before he stood back up, adjusting his jacket and glaring back at Rep. "Really?"
Huffing, he went over and picked up the binder before reading it. His lips pressed into a thin line before he looked up at Rep, adjusted his own glasses, and then set the binder on the table.
"Alright. Since you don't want to write that, I guess the deal for the whole box is out. You can go now." He sat back down, opening the binder and tearing out the page Rep wrote in into a ball and setting it beside him on the table.
"You'd think with glasses that you'd have better aim." He commented, looking down at the binder and turning a page to get back where he left off.
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