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 Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 8:22 am
Melvin was in the middle of a delicate process. One gloved hand pressing down, he took the pair of clippers he had an was slowly buzzing through a fluff of fur on the tuff that made his pom imp's tail when he noticed a flash of red storm down the hallway. A tech dived out of the way of the Sun and broke a breaker that spilled something that was now sizzling the tiles of the floor.
"Rep?" Melvin said, looking down at a half-shaved tail before taking the sample and putting it in a containment jar and then quickly putting the specimen back into into it's tank. Locking it, he shut his binder and then went out of the lab room before looking around. A pair of double doors swinging to his right caught his attention and he moved quickly, sidestepping the sizzling mess a tech was now trying to clean up without touching, and went through the doors.
When he saw the Sun in sight again, he moved a little faster. "Hey Rep!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 8:36 am
Rep was done. ******** done dealing with people, every time he invested anything in anyone, whether it was hate, whether it was trust, it inevitably got thrown back in his face. And Sasha had just proven with finality that she was stronger than him, that she could just stop, that he was the stupid one for thinking anyone could ever be the same as him, that anyone could ever ******** understand that all consuming hatred and cruelty that got its tendrils into everything that defined him. He kept giving little pieces of himself to other people and one day there'd be nothing of him left.
He'd hurt Jordan too, shaken his faith in him, had to ask him to trust him when he should simply earn that trust on his ******** up his own life came naturally to him and he was getting sick of it.
He registered Melvin's voice as he walked out of the labs into the clammy air of the island, but he didn't let up, momentum was important, putting as much distance as he could between himself and Sasha was important. It felt like if he stopped walking all the emotions he didn't want to deal with would catch up to him. She had been willing to stop for Wash, he couldn't hope to do the same for Jordan, and it hurt to think that. He didn't love him any less.
Finally he came to a dead stop because explaining why he ran away from the blonde life hunter would be harder later than answering him now. He didn't turn around.
"What?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 8:52 am
When Rep stopped so abruptly, Melvin had to kick in the breaks hard to avoid just running into him. When he did, he had to lean over and moment and catch his breath. Damn. Going to the gym, swimming, and running with Sydney wasn't really showing results as of yet. Once he felt able to string a few sentences without passing out, he stood erect again.
"What's wrong? You nearly bulldozed half the life department."
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 9:00 am
"I had to get out of there." It was an understatement for the pressing and intolerable feeling of being trapped he'd felt, the need to put as much as possible between himself and the hurt. He didn't know why he was so upset, it had been a rivalry, a toxic and awful hatred. Why did it feel like something had been ripped out of him?
"It's nothing. Just. ********> Sasha."
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 9:03 am
Sasha. He forgot about that. However, why was he even in the labs to begin with. "You came to mess with Sasha?" Suns didn't usually poke their heads in the labs unless they were bribed into performing tests, and Rep didn't look as if he was missing any hair or turning purple.
"What happened?" He asked, tilting his head to make sure there wasn't any stab wounds anywhere. That would mean they would have to turn back around and head to the Infirmary.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 9:11 am
"I came to talk to Sasha. About s**t, about the whole ******** situation. But I should have known better than to ever ******** let my guard down around her." She'd gotten the last word, the final stab of the knife and there was nothing he could really do about it.
"You wouldn't get it. I doubt you've ever hated anything, like truly ******** hated anything in your life. It's always ******** logic. You'd just think I was being ******** silly or whatever if you even knew" He was upset and Melvin was there, an easy target. "Because you look down on me too, just like she does, just like everyone ******** does."
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 9:17 am
Melvin did feel hate, but he had a copying system - in his own odd way. There were reasons Melvin was on the island after all.
When Rep went on assuming who or what Melvin was, he narrowed his eyes, annoyed. First Ofelia. Now Rep. What was with everyone making profiles on him. It pissed him off. "Not being fazed by people calling me a nerd or weak doesn't mean I don't get upset about things, Rep. I'd like if you didn't just make assumptions on me as if you know everything about me. I don't do that to you, don't do that to me." Rep didn't know anything about him, and he thought that had been made very clear. "And I don't look down on you. Have I laughed at you or called you a moron or anything else? No. In fact, you've done that to me more than I ever have. You look down on me a lot if you look at it." But he didn't care. Rep could flex his muscles and think he was the King of Deus for all he cared.
Taking one calming breath, he went back to a more even tone. "Before you dismiss what I don't know, could you at least explain it a bit more? You let your guard down and what? You don't seem to be bleeding."
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 9:42 am
"I don't ******** know you, I've told you that before, I'm just going by what I know from you, and that's that whenever I'm not a ******** robot around you, I end up feeling stupid. So maybe you don't look down on me but it ******** feels like it. " It probably wasn't fair to twist his anger at Sasha back on Melvin but right now, he couldn't help it. "And how the ******** can I look down on you exactly? You are smarter than me, you don't get ******** worked up about anything much other than like knife wielding maniacs. You don't GIVE anything. You just take. So no I don't know you."
He snorted. "I let my guard down and I got burned. Not ******** literally. It's possible to get hurt without injuries, believe it or not."
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 9:48 am
"Well from what I remember of our conversations, you don't really ask much." Melvin was a master of questions and usually followed one with another, but he wasn't about to fully admit that he didn't give anyone any information about him and instead decided to turn it that Rep just wasn't asking him anything. It was nice to turn the blame on someone else at times, especially when said person was angry and frustrated. That seemed pretty much the norm for Rep, though he seemed extra frazzled today.
"I'm not a robot Rep, and yeah, I know people can get hurt without being punched or kicked." Though he had his fair share of both growing up. "Come on, let's walk and tell me exactly what happened step by step. You came into the Life Labs and you went to Sasha. What happened?" He needed Rep to take a breather, use walking as a physical outlet, and go through the motions to explain what was going on so he at least knew what was going on. For the most part, Rep usually got frustrated when he didn't know what to do with himself, usually because he was s**t when he came to his own emotional control. Melvin hoped he was still writing in that diary, but it didn't seem like it.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:01 am
"I don't ask much because ******** normal people have a bit of give and take. They offer important s**t of themselves in return for what other people give them. They don't keep all their ******** cards to their chest. He's a tip, I shouldn't have to ask s**t directly, if I do, conversation you are doing it ******** wrong." It felt good to get angry, better than hurt, better than the rage that now found itself dammed up devoid of an outlet.
He scowled angrily but walked regardless, every movement lined with fury. Melvin felt like a ******** councillor and right now, in his current mood, he felt like that was the last thing he needed. The calmer the other man was, the more his own anger spiked and built in frustration, feeling stupid and pitiful in comparision. "I went there to tell her I'd leave ******** Wash out of s**t if she left Jordan out of it. She said she wanted nothing else to do with me. Which should be a good ******** thing but I needed it. I needed someone to ******** hate. Because without it I'll just ******** hate everyone."
Clenching his hands into fists he snarled. "What I don't need is ******** therapy."
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:08 am
Melvin frowned, not liking Rep taking the therapist pipe from him to lecture him on how normal conversations went. To spite him, he just rose his chin up a little as if it didn't bother him at all. "Fine. I'll give more if you think I'm being stingy. I just don't know what you even care to hear about." Right now, wanting to destroy someone to the point of murdering them, not just thinking about it but actually plotting it, was a bit beyond him. He hated plenty of people, but not to the point he was dumb enough to plot their demise. There was a messy thing called the justice system that usually stopped him.
"I'm not a therapist, Rep. I'm just talking with you. It's not some invention shrinks came up with. Trust me. They don't know s**t." He had enough of them to know.
"Did she try and attack Jordan then? I thought this was being kept secret." Why did he have to go so far as set up boundaries to their weird game? Something had to have happened.
When Rep talked about his need, he thought about it. "Well, there was going to be the end of it at some point. You wanted her dead. Wouldn't you just feel this way anyways after you killed her?" He needed this hate? Maybe the tiger, without anything to fight, wanted at least one target to focus on while trapped on the island. Rep needed a physical, violent outlet that kept other people from being sent to the infirmary. While it wasn't a healthy thing, it did mean less people were being injured thanks to this game with Sasha.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:27 am
"I care to hear about everything. Anything. I like to ******** know about the people I talk to, even if I seem like I don't give a ********. And you sound like a therapist though when all you do is question question question. What do you /feel/, what do you /think/ about things. Would do you do the same? Would you do it differently? s**t like that."
He shook his head at the question about Jordan. "She didn't attack him but she sent Wash to him to tell him about me kissing her. And making it out like it wasn't me trying to ******** get to her but like cause I liked her or something. Meddling with s**t that should be left alone."
"And I didn't want her dead." he snapped impatiently, striding ahead towards the forest treeline at the edge of the facility, near the path to the beach. He stooped to pick up a large fallen branch, picking the leaves off it as he spoke. "I wanted her broken. I wanted her mine. I wanted to ******** take her apart totally and make her realise how I won, how I was better than her and she could never beat me because in the end, she was a woman and they lose." But they didn't, in his life, as much as he wanted to convince himself otherwise, they won. "And that would have taken a long time to achieve fully, maybe forever. But no, she called the whole ******** thing off so now I have NOTHING."
There was a resounding crunch as he snapped the branch in two as if it was made of matchsticks rather than thicker than his arm and threw it forcefully away.
"Now I have to find something else before I get myself ******** killed."
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:40 am
"There is no point in saying what I would do differently. Even if I said it, I'm not you. We do completely different things if you didn't guess by now. I don't go after women to try and dismantle them bit by bit like you do. Sasha might be psychotic, but she knows a thing or two about mind games. Not much, but enough. You're too direct." Just going after someone and pounding on them over and over and trying to withstand their touchy games wasn't what he would do. First off, he tended not to take things to such a sexual level, and he'd work ways to get Sasha in as tight as a spot as he could that could damage her career. There were also ways to get her without a weapon, which would have left her vulnerable. Weapons were important to hunters. You took that away for even a little while and it hurt.
"You wanted Sasha as your prize, is that it? I'm still trying to wrap my head around the specifics of what this all gives you, but I can only really guess here, Rep. You wrote you were a tiger in a cage. Does attacking Sasha give you an outlet from tearing other people around you when we're stuck on this island? Is that it?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:52 am
"The point is called like. Point of comparison, no one said you had to be the same, but sometimes getting someone else's slant on a situation is ******** nice." He shook his head with a sigh, he was wasting his breath, trying to teach Melvin to be other than what he was was like trying to teach water to flow uphill. He didn't look too pleased either at the insinuation Sasha knew more about mind games than he did, he'd been winning, surely he wasn't that inept? Then again, Melvin had never seen him behave anything other than normally.
"It's not really easy to explain. I didn't want her as my prize. I wanted to win, if I won I wouldn't just like, beat her, I'd beat everything she stood for, it'd be the sweetest ******** feeling in the world." And now it was a victory he would never taste. "And it helped redirect that s**t too, the wanting to ******** murder everyone else, I mean. But that wasn't all it was."
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 11:05 am
"Well, as a point of comparison, I think Sasha isn't as big and bad as you think. She attacked you when you didn't have your weapon, which was just her taking hold of an opportunity to freak you out. If anything, I'd try and get her in trouble so she didn't have her weapon and do the same thing. There are ways to set people up to get in trouble. You'd just have to keep yourself from having any evidence against you because, seeing as you have a history of trouble, if it came down to her word against yours, most people would side with her. She knows this. Personally, I don't think she's all that bright. I've talked to her in the labs. She didn't even know what a Lumen was." He smiled at this. Then again, she might be more educated in golems, but for now, he liked knowing he was smarter in a area of research she didn't seem very educated about.
"I don't see how someone could go from stabbing your pillow and straddling you to just not wanting to play anymore. If it was a bit sexual, then maybe Wash if feeling that need and exhausting her. Maybe she's just tired. Being angry all the time and on guard is stressful for a lot of people." He wondered how Rep even kept it up all the time.
"You really only have three options here. You either find a way to get her interested again, find someone else to target who might be just as challenging, or you find another outlet for this need you have. I'd go for the last one. You dance around getting yourself thrown in a pod or the desert too much. That's going to catch up to you." He looked at the broken branch that Rep just snapped in half and wondered what the hunter could do with a few phone books. "Real shame if you did. You're a powerful Sun." More like Son-of-a-b***h, but he wasn't feeling like making puns right now.
He looked back at Rep. "Did that sound more giving to you?" He wasn't sure if he was doing it right.
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