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 Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 7:12 pm
Melvin wasn't feeling great. A lot of food, even more booze, and being a bit overwhelmed the previous day had done a number on him, and he woke the next day, got up, stared at the wall, and flopped back down in bed. It took everything to crawl from the covers to take a shower, and after he'd done that, he got dressed in a white t-shirt, pants, and crawled back into bed. This is where Melvin planned to be for the rest of the day till food demanded he get up. For now, he was going to waste the day.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 7:17 pm
Rep had finally finished the stupid task Melvin had set him. It had been far too much writing for his liking and had taken a lot more brain power than he was normally willing to invest. But it was done and he'd somehow managed to finish the number of pages required.
He texted the other hunter triumphantly.
Quote: Done with the stupid notebook. Where do I bring it?
He'd be glad to get rid of it and get his sugary prize.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 7:33 pm
Melvin's phone ringed, and he groaned. It better not be a mission. It better not be a damn mission.
Reaching out from under the covered, he felt for his phone and dragged it back in before looking at the message. Had it really been a week? He wanted to whine, not really wanting to see anyone right now.
He sent a text back. He just wasn't at his best right now. Rep could get his stupid hot chocolate later. Sending the message, Melvin turned back to press his face into his pillow.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 7:44 pm
Quote: No. You made a ******** deal
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 7:49 pm
His phone went off again, and he sighed. Picking it up, he checked it. "Damnit, Rep." It was true they made a deal, but couldn't he just wait one day?
Sighing, he threw the covers off and ran a hand through his hair. Melvin wasn't dressed to be going anywhere and was rather comfortable. Rubbing his eyes, he sent a text back.He got up, going to comb his hair to something not sticking all over the place and then grabbed the box of hot chocolate he kept on a shelf. Having always locked his door when he went anywhere, he knew his room was secure to keep it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 7:55 pm
There had been no way Rep was going to tolerate waiting another day, if Melvin hadn't obliged him with a text with his location, an island-wide manhunt would have ensued with a lot more angry withdrawals at the end. As it was, the second the text arrived, Rep was off at almost a sprint through the dorms in the direction of the specified room. He himself had somehow escaped with only the most minor hangover, one which was rapidly fading, and given that it was Rep suffering from it, not really a cause for much more irate behaviour than usual.
All that mattered was getting a supply of hot chocolate set aside to sustain him, then no amount of migraine would ever stand in his way.
Thankfully it didn't take too long to locate the room, hidden away at some far flung corner of the building - hardly surprising given who it belonged to.
When he got there he tucked the book under and arm and knocked the door loudly, just in case Melvin tried to wheedle out of this again by pretending he wasn't home.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 8:03 pm
In the short time Rep dashed to get to Melvin's room, the Lifer had went from sitting on his bed, then flopping down on one side, to covering his face with part of his blanket. Lights were evil. What was more evil was the knocking, which got a groan from the blonde before he threw the covers back again and stood up.
He was about to head over when he thought of something. Better hide the Hot Chocolate first. If Rep tried to weasel out of this by giving him a incomplete assignment, he was sure that the red-head could grab the box and run off without much Melvin could do about it. So taking the big box, he slid it under his bed, tugged the covers down so they hanged down (not hard since his bed was already mess since he intended to go crawl back in it again), and moved to the door.
He opened it and looked at Rep. "You couldn't wait?" Just one damn day, Rep. Damn. He knew how much booze had been at Thanksgiving!
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 8:16 pm
As the door opened, Rep's gaze ran over Melvin critically, to the room behind him and then back. He didn't look so great and he found himself smirking. "No. I couldn't. You know what hot chocolate means to me, or at least I ******** assumed you did when you used it to blackmail me."
"You make a deal, you keep to it. Even if you can't hold your drink, that's no my problem. You'd think being all sciencey and s**t you'd know how to avoid it." He grinned wolfishly. "Maybe if you are nice to me I'll give you some painkillers, I stashed a few from when we were all ******** turned into women and Cass gave me some."
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 8:28 pm
Melvin just blinked slowly at him. "I could have a hangover that would leave me twitching on the floor and that still wouldn't stop me from drinking again, especially not whiskey." And Rep was one to talk. He was one of the reasons he started going heavy on the drink to begin with. It was the few times there was booze around he didn't have to fork over a lot for, and considering how much he had to dish out for Thanksgiving, he couldn't afford much now.
He looked Rep over. He looked fairly clean, wearing a jacket, jeans, and boots (also not dirty). The lack of shirt didn't upset him, not after how much he saw of the man before.
"Come in." He told him, Rep having passed inspection, and grabbed the chair at his desk and dragged it over before turning it. This was where Rep would sit. "Let me see the notebook." He asked, holding out his hand.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 9:06 pm
"The trick is not to get a ******** hangover. Though I guess being a skinny runt, that would probably be hard for you, even if you did like, drink enough water." Melvin, by at least standards of the man, looked positively unkempt, even his normally perfect hair looked more unruly than normal. It was amusing. It was his turn, for a change to be the one being an irritation, and he intended to make the most of it.
Entering the room, he made his way to the chair, handing off the notebook on the way, before parking himself in it as if suddenly, he was king of all he surveyed.
"I still don't know why you ******** like, asked me to write all that s**t."
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 9:14 pm
Melvin took the notebook, flipping through the pages before going to page one and sat down at the end of his bed, starting to read. "Yes, I'm skinny. Very observant, Rep." He wasn't in the mood for remarks, and he wasn't in the least bit hurt by what Rep said. Oh, insulting his appearance? Like he hadn't heard that since he was a kid. It long since lost his skin, and he accepted that he wasn't about to win any boxing matches with the same time of logical acceptance he saw a lot of things.
Not needing his glasses, he started to read. "I was curious." Melvin said, leaving it at that. "What do you think I wanted you to write this?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 9:24 pm
"I don't know. I like. You are a nerd, nerds do weird s**t like, without real reason. I figured you mostly just wanted to get back at me for whatever, you knew I hated writing s**t so it made sense to make me write." All he could do was shrug, he didn't know what Melvin wanted to do with it but what could he do? It was just rambling rants about anything and everything he was thinking of when he sat down to write it, it wasn't exactly blackmail.
Glancing around the room, it was as clean as he expected. What he didn't expect was a stuffed toy on the bed. He quirked a brow. "You sleep with a teddy bear?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 9:33 pm
Being a quick reader, Melvin was progressing through Rep's journal rather quickly. It was only 21 pages long, not even small print, which meant he expected to be done in a short time. When Rep said he had a teddy bear, he looked up, rather confused. "No I.." He looked over and spotted Allan laying on his side on his bed. "Oh that."
Melvin turned back to reading. "It's a momento from home. I took a few things when I left, and I've had him since I was a kid. He just sits on my bed, like a decorative pillow. Something you take off when you sleep." That was what he was saying, but he did sleep with Allan. "He's not a teddy bear. He's an alien." He corrected firmly. It was a good thing his hair was a tad fluffier than normal to hide his pinkening ears.
"There are benefits to writing. You can write down things that have happened to you when it's still fresh in your head and you can jot down all the details. It documents your life, your feelings, your viewpoints. Sometimes when things jostle all about your head, you wind up cycling them over and over without focusing and progressing." He flipped another page, trying not to smile as he read. "It helps digest and see things you didn't see before."
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 9:44 pm
"Decorative pillow my arse, teddy bears are for women." The unicorn plushie in his own room didn't count, it belonged to Harrison, and it didn't inhabit their bed. "Even alien ones. You never struck me as the type to keep toys of any kind." Even the memento excuse didn't fly with Rep, it still meant he'd needed it before the island somehow.
"I dunno man, writing that s**t I just ended up feeling more confused after I wrote it." Sometimes even deeply sad, and he hadn't been sure why. "It took ******** ages."
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 9:48 pm
Melvin smiled at Rep. "What type do I strike you as? Just sitting in a barren room with beakers?" He went back to reading. It seemed Rep didn't talk to Rin about him or else the woman would have told him that Melvin had kept Alien memorabilia in his dorm till he came here. Sure, they were collectibles and not toys, but he was sure Rep would have seen them as such. It was good to hear they weren't conversing about him, though Rep didn't seem the type to pry about other people and gossip.
"Not everything is easy to write, and you just started." He flipped yet another page, not frowning or smiling as he read. "If you would believe it, I had a hard time writing at first too." He continued to read.
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