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 Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 6:46 pm
Rep was busy with his guys today. Almost every day. Al struggled to cope sometimes and this was one of those times. He wandered aimlessly down random hallways in hopes of running into someone. Anyone.
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 6:50 pm
Oh he ran into someone alright. Or maybe someone ran into him?
Otto hadn't been paying a whole lot of attention to those around him as he sprinted past, nearly shoving poor Al in the process. "Hey, watchit." He grumbled instead of apologizing, continuing his jog until he reached a vending machine.
Sometimes these things had actual food in them, and not just stale granola bars. Sadly. today wasn't one of those days.
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 7:12 pm
Al suddenly found himself spinning as someone bolted past. He was too stunned to even register the insult that had been spat at him in place of the actual earned apology. Once his senses finally caught up with him, he stumbled after Otto, "'Ey man! The ******** was that about?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 7:14 pm
Otto sighed and looked over his shoulder, giving Al an icy glare. "You were in the way." He stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 7:38 pm
"In the way of WHAT?!" Corbin protested loudly as if Otto had desecrated some golden rule.
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 7:45 pm
This guy's accent was funny. In the Rep-spectrum of funny. He already had a special spot in Otto's list of people he hated. Damn oversees people and their funky accents. As if Otto had room to talk with his drawl from the deep south.
"Uh, this. Duh." He gestured to the vending machine. "But it was all for nothin' anyway, so..." He looked the fellow Deathie over and shrugged. "Sorry, I guess."
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 8:44 pm
Al looked quite furious as he listened to Otto's sarcastic explanations that really didn't... explain anything at all. That fury abruptly subsided at the unexpected apology. The trainee's anger turning into something much... harder... to handle. He flashed Otto a bright smile, "Apology accepted!"
Then he offered a hand, "Hi. I'm Al!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 9:21 am
Otto's eyes widened suddenly before returning to their natural glare. Al's 180 surprised him. Usually people just held the grudge against Otto's awkward roughness throughout the rest of their encounters.
The blonde took his hand, giving it a firm shake. "Otto." He replied bluntly. "You're in Death? Sucks to be you." It was obvious from his coat, but sometimes Otto did try to make some semblance of effort to create small talk. Especially if they were in his Division. He kind of needed to.
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 10:28 am
Al shook back firmly, "Al." He continued to smile despite the sucking to be him remark, "Yeah though so far so good. I don't know where the rest of Death are hiding yet." He took a thoughtful pause as he glanced Otto over. "I haven't met any others," He clarified.
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 12:06 pm
Otto gave a quick smirk, "Guess they're just that good at their job then." He released Al's hand, his expression returning to his default sourness.
"You're new. Or mostly new. Right?" God, that made him feel kind of old.
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 7:26 pm
Al bobbed his head, "Very."
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 7:30 pm
Otto sighed with a huff. Should he even attempt to help relieve this guy of some of his naiveté? That sounded like it would be a pain. And not worth his time. Unless his lack of experience got him or his friends in trouble down the line. Then it would be an issue.
Well.. Otto had to pretend to work sometimes, he supposed.
"Right..." The blonde ruffled his own hair as he pondered. "Well, I been here almost two years, so if ya got questions.."
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 7:58 pm
"Millions," Al said to describe his questions.
"Like; how strong are you? Have you killed a man? If you did; what was it like? Do you have friends? Are they nice, too? What's your division, weapon, and favourite colours?" He paused to breathe.
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:07 pm
Woah woah woah... woah.... woah wait...
Otto slowly blinked, processing his questions and getting them in order in his head. "Uh... okay.." This seemed easy enough. Stupid, but easy.
Otto took a breath in, his brows furrowing in irritation.
"Strong enough. No, I haven't, and you shouldn't either." Did this guy think he was in the army or what? "I.. Yeah, I have... friends. They're nice, I guess." It felt weird saying this. Super weird. If his "friends" heard him call them nice they'd never let him hear the end of it.
Wait.. nice too? How the ******** is Otto nice? s**t, his streed cred is totally busted now.
"I'm in Death too; a full ranked hunter." As in not a trainee. Now that kinda felt good to say. He sighed heavily as he continued. "My weapon is Tenya, a six foot long boomerang." Tenya whooped happily in his mind.
He paused and narrowed his eyes. "Orange, but I don't see what that has to do with anything. I was kinda hopin' you were gunna ask me like... relavant questions."
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2013 5:51 pm
Al leaned in smiling ear to ear. It was as if he was genuinely interested in what Otto was saying and was captivated by every word. Otto seemed to have completed the long awkward stream before Al bobbed his head excitedly, "Wow, cool." There was actually real enthusiasm and no discernible sarcasm. It was possible he was serious.
"What kind of relevant questions though?"
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