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 Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 11:25 pm
Jerry had turned off his phone to preserve battery as instructed, but the way the twitter conversation had ended had left him feeling stressed and depressed. Was he really getting so numb to the deaths and insanity? He honestly had been trying to help matters. Clarice was dead. She had always been the mother hen of the Island and without her... He still didn't want to think about it. He wasn't close to her like... other people had been. But he was close enough. There was that time he had been so upset and depressed Robert had plunked him down with both the women. It had been awkward and he was sure he had ruined their evening, but it had been kind of both of them to take care of him. He couldn't even remember what had gotten him so upset to begin with. It didn't matter. They were dead. Everyone would be dead eventually, and with the change in Deus' atmosphere and power systems, sooner rather than later. He was still numb. He resolved himself as he stared at his apartment. He needed some air. Just to get out. Something different. A change of scenery. So people had thought his drum circle was a joke? It was exactly what he needed, and by golly, he'd do it alone if he had to. He reached under his kitchenette, searching for anything usable- a plastic bowl would do the trick, and he tucked it under his arm, grabbed his ukulele in case he got bored of that, and headed out to the training field anyway. The grass was cool, and the moon lit the fog to give enough ambient light. The normal lamps that shown over the training grounds this time of night from the facility were gone. That was okay. He drank in the darkness like an old vice. What was there to be scared of, anymore? They were all dead soon anyway. No, he couldn't think like that. He sat down, boldly, taking deep breaths as he set the bowl on the grass between his feet, huddled down to start tapping out a rhythm, any rhythm, into the night. He wasn't as gifted or fancy with his drumming as someone as trained as Otto, but between his various instruments he knew enough to lay down a good solid base rhythm. He closed his eyes. The darkness didn't matter. He wasn't afraid of that anymore.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 6:09 am
Rep was used to tragedy. In blue kingdom more often than not he was the source of it. The Boss was fair, Jordan was cunning and subtle, he himself was the one who had no brakes or moral limitations. He pursued whatever was dear to their enemies and felt no regret, tortured without hesitation or guilt. He was a product of his kingdom and he was Queen.
And what he wanted, he got.
Since waking in this bizarre reality in the body of an ill kept failure he'd been focused as he always was on making himself as comfortable as possible, with no direct orders from the boss, he'd slid into what could only be termed "impress me" mode. He sought to entertain himself. That meant twitter, and that in turn meant that he was now on the prowl for any source of relaxation he could get.
The deep, raw emotional ache he could feel below the surface like prodding toothache only made him feel like he required distraction more urgently. Echoes of a false self should not hurt so intensely.
Jerry had said he'd find him on the training fields, with a drum circle or whatever the ******** it was the off-kilter man had planned. So he made his way there. Instead of his usual disastrous outfit, he wore one of the outfits purchased specifically for Vegas by his false self, a snappy looking if depressingly cheap little ensemble.
It was was nice night, and Rep was a natural born predator, he cut through the dark with jarring stealth for such a broadly built man - if there was one thing he really liked about this body, it was strong.
And he had only one target.
"Jeeeerrry. Babyy." he crooned, kneeling behind the other man and leaning as close as he got away with. "I knew you'd actually be here."
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 9:44 am
Jerry had fallen into a soothing, disconnected rhythm. He could hear the waves in the distance, a soft rumbling undertone to his tap-tappa-tapping, the wind in the nearby trees an additional lighter harmonic. He barely noticed someone creeping up on him until it was too late.
Instinct jolted through him and the bowl was suddenly swung around like a discuss in the direction of his possible attacker.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 9:55 am
Thankfully what Rep generally lacked in brains and tact, he made up for with hardwired reflexes and instinct. He caught the bowl, eyeing it with a smirk.
"That wasn't very nice. You could have taken our someone's eye with that." He'd rifled through what the false him remembered and had found interesting evidence that Jerry had actually almost killed him.
Somehow that made this even more interesting.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 10:10 am
Jerry almost found himself asking 'What do you want', but stopped himself immediately. His face reddened as he snatched the bowl back, not bothering to apologize. "Creeping up on me in a dark field, you could have gotten a lot worse." He grunted, setting the bowl down to switch to the ukulele, fiddling with the pegs to make sure it was in tune. "I'm not in the mood for... for shenanigans, alright."
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 10:15 am
Rep moved to kneel down beside Jerry, right in his personal space. "How no?" he asked with a lazy grin. "You don't even give anything a ******** chance. You are half my ******** age and yet you act like you are ready to ******** die already. The Jerry I knew was the same."
He leaned his chin on Jerry's shoulder and said close to his ear. "You need to loosen up."
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 10:29 am
Jerry inched away, "Just leave me alone, alright? Or do I have to ask Roar to get you to step off?" He grumbled. He felt he was warranted in his mood- Rep was out of his mind. Once they reversed whatever had happened to his friend, he was sure the man would be mortified by all of this. The best he could do was minimize the damage.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 10:35 am
Rep grinned toothily, unphased and sadly, not put off by Jerry moving away. "Roar? That big bruised lug? Why the ******** would he want to mess with me? Listen. None of this would be happening if Tracey was anywhere I could actually got hold of her. Or if The Boss was here. But as it is. This is how things ******** are. And you are the only person, as I ******** see it, who is on their own who also knows who the ******** I am."
He reached across the distance between them left by Jerry moving away and trailed his fingertips down his arm from his shoulder, his confidence not even so much as dented. "The Jerry I knew liked danger."
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 10:38 am
"The Jerry you knew was... was a sad, broken, twisted guy who wanted to burn the world down, ok? I want to save it. Fundamental difference." His fingers gave a discord on the little instrument, and he stood up to get away from Rep's incessant pawing.
Hell. If he rejected him outright, Rep would probably just wander off to sexually harass someone else. He probably should keep him distracted long enough to find Jordan at least, but as it stood it wasn't enough of an emergency to warrant wasting the battery life on his phone.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 10:48 am
"Oh I don't know. We were saving the world. We ******** ruled it. The Boss created it. You are the one on some shitty island. Alone." he tilted his head slightly, like a curious dog. "What the ******** is wrong with people in this place? Fooling around never ******** hurt anyone."
"You act like you are the good guy, but at least in the mob, everyone was close. Everybody here's out for themselves and would rather fight each other than ********. That's sad."
He could almost feel himself edging onto that frustrated border line where friskiness and playfulness twisted into dark black fury and it bothered him, normally it was so easy to get relief. Here it simply wasn't, even the losers weren't interested.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 10:51 am
"Look. I'll keep you company but I'm not going to... to... s-sleep with you, alright?" He finally snapped.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 11:00 am
He raised an eyebrow, as if amused at a private joke. "It's not company I'm after Jeremy. I don't have friends. I don't need comfort, I'm Underboss. Queen. You don't make friends in the mob, not really. There's family and then there's everyone else." He looked over the other man. "You aren't half as scarred like this, you aren't ******** bad looking. In fact, I think you'd scrub up well. I think it could be fun."
He lowered his voice to a frustrated snarl. "But what you need is to ******** carpe jugulum, act. Stop being so ******** scared. You could be something."
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 11:10 am
Jerry wasn't sure what to make of Rep's proclamation, his face going bright red. The burn scars had taken him off guard, he had just... forgotten about them until he looked in the mirror. They weren't as bad as they had been in the Blue Kingdom, that was true, but he had forgotten he had had them at all. "Yeah, well, I don't have the weird powers I had in Vegas." He cleared his throat. "And who said I was scared. I just don't want you... you sticking anything in my butt, thank you."
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 11:18 am
"Oh it doesn't always have to be penetrative." Rep added matter-of-factly, purring the word. "There are other things that count you know." He obligingly crossed his two index fingers and rubbed the inner edge of one with the other edge of the other before extending all his fingers into enthusiastic jazz hands. "As long as at the end I'm ******** satisfied I could not give a s**t what happens in between."
He shrugged. "I dunno though, you sound ******** scared to me. Guy who could fight a ******** dragon, too scared to do normal human things. Darling, its ridiculous."
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 11:20 am
Jerry cringed and gaped.
He opened his mouth, made a small choking noise, and quickly swallowed again before he could burp up a bit of sick.
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