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 Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2014 9:15 pm
Joohhhn jacob jingleheimer... ... that other word
Harland was stirring a mug of instant coffee using a disposable chopstick, and carrying a bunch of books under one arm. He was also on his way to the gym. After his fight with Alistaire, he'd become stupid aware of how much his studying had meant neglecting his training regimen, and that obviously wouldn't do.
He was humming return to sender as he walked, cowboy hat off and around his neck, red bandanna still in place even though he was definitely on his way to work out: sweatpants and a long-sleeve underarmour shirt in black meant he was serious about this. Sort of. He wasn't even wearing his usual red cowboy boots. It was only because he was beelining to the gym, and didn't expect to see anyone.
As he approached the gym, though, he came across a hunter with dreds he'd never seen before. "Are you lost?" he asked, not really taking the time to properly assess the situation. He was trying to be helpful, okay.
He took a sip of his instant coffee and sighed. "I may as well lick dirt off an old chopstick. Here's hoping the caffeine works, eh?" Harland raised his mug to the stranger, with a wry smile.
Harland's accent was somewhere between his Irish roots, and the inflection of his father's Texan home: his childhood had been divided between the two, and he'd been living in New York for a while before becoming a Deus Death Division member. He definitely had a mutt thing going on.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 8:28 pm
Arland was still trying to sort through the events of the past few weeks, some of which had taken place right where he was currently standing. With the blank stare on his face it was obvious enough how he might appear lost. "Nope." Came the simple reply to the question which was then followed by a shake of his head as he blinked, glancing away from the wall towards the... Cowboy? His brow lofted slightly as he brought his hand up, rubbing at his eyes as if that would be enough reassurance that he wasn't seeing things again. "At least not in the sense of not knowing where I am." A slight smirk touched the corners of his mouth, his own accent reminiscent of the New England states with a slightly heavier nod to the 'England' part of them. His own attire was pretty basic; cargo pants with cuffs that fell down over hiking boots on the bottom and a few layers beneath his white coat, the Moon symbol on the back visible up until he turned to face the other. "Caffeine. Now that's what I must've been forgetting this morning. Don't suppose they've actually got anything good in the cafeteria today, do they?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 6:48 am
Oh, good; wasn't lost. Harland smiled at the joke, though he nearly missed it. He wasn't terribly lost, himself. And Harland usually looked even more like a cowboy, so at least today it shouldn't be too hard to tell the difference. He held out a tanned, calloused hand with well-clipped short nails in greeting. "Hope I didn't offend you by askin'," he said, "Name's Harland Leander Belle. Death Division." Firm handshake, if his new acquaintance agreed to it, but he wasn't the kind to grip too hard. He didn't have anything to prove. He was still holding his coffee in one hand with the old chopstick in it, so he had to wait until he had his free hand back to tip his hat.
Harland recognized parts of the accent, thanks to his weird memory trick. And naturally the moon symbol on the other man's coat tipped him off on the division. "Wish I'd forgotten it too, honestly," he said, with a shake of his head before he braved another sip. He couldn't help but laugh, swallowing the coffee quickly, at the thought of anything good being in the cafeteria. "Maybe if you're lucky, there'll be somethin' you can keep down," he said, raising his coffee cup. "Slainte mhaith," he said, taking another sip accompanied by another grimace. "Unless you want mine," he joked.
"So were you about to go in?" he asked, nodding his head at the gym.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 2:03 pm
His own hand seemed ghostly pale as he took the other man's to accept and return the firm handshake. It was only polite upon meeting someone, after all, even better when neither party had anything to prove. "Arland Essex. Moon Division." A slight smirk brought the corners of his mouth up in amusement as he introduced himself in return. "And no, no offense taken. It's a pretty valid question around here, especially upon encountering someone you might not have seen around before. Island's not too big, but I can still get turned around from time to time. It's more the head wandering this time than the body, though." He was almost disappointed that the offer for the coffee was a jest, knowing he probably would've taken it if it meant having a little bit of clarity. He shook it off with a laugh of his own, though, bringing one hand up to politely decline. "Maybe next time? Especially if it has you making that face." < He asked you a question after that, dolt> The voice of his weapon prodded after he fell into a moment of silence, blinking before looking to the other again. "Oh. Inside? I... No, actually. I came here to check out the wall." That sounded odd, didn't it. "The whole mind trip dream thing." That wasn't sounding any better. "Inside might not be a bad idea at this rate." He muttered, mentally chastising himself for sounding mad. < As a Hatter.>
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 3:04 pm
Well, their names were remarkably similar. "Arland Essex of Moon Division, pleased to make your acquaintance."
☆≼That is quite probably where the similarities end, Cowboy,≽ Coyote added. If voices could smirk, Coyote was smirking.
In all actuality, Harland would totally have handed over the coffee. "You sure? I think I've had as much as I can handle," he said, "Just bring me back the mug after," Harland added, winking as the grin spread across his face. He was serious, but for all kinds of reasons suspected that Arland would have to decline.
Harland shrugged one broad shoulder. "Can't say I've got a notion of what you're after describin', but you could always explain it to me?" Harland looked over at the gym. "Ever been in the gym? I could give you a tour while you work out this... wall ordeal," he offered.
He totally didn't mean that as an insult, he was just both curious and feeling a little awkward to be outside chatting in his workout stuff.
Harland, although he'd woken from a similar dream to the others, hadn't had such a vivid dream. It was all vague, and he didn't really consider it any different from other dreams he'd had.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 4:00 pm
The other man's grin was infectious and he soon found himself laughing, shaking his head slowly. "Nah. As tempting as the offer is, and I'll be completely honest in saying so, judging by the faces you were making its the instant stuff and that's worse than bottom of the pot sludge from a greasy diner. Now that stuff tastes like hell, but it's a miracle for setting your head straight." He then paused for a moment, looking from the other hunter to the gym doors and back again. "If you're offering a tour I won't pass it up. Anything to make myself a bit more familiar with something that's not. Of course, depending on what kind of work out you had planned, if you're in need of a spotter it would only be fair to return the favor." Not that he was dressed for it, but he didn't seem to mind, his entire attitude considerably 'go with the flow' about the idea.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 7:45 pm
"Wise choice, you'll live to drink coffee another day," Harland joked, "at least there's no cigarettes in it. Silver linin'" he added, sounding weirdly both optimistic and entirely serious about that. As if he had, previously, run into a lot of coffee with surprise tabacco inside.
"I'd be pleased to have your company, and why not? Tours are great," he said, very excited that Arland was taking him up on it. Especially since it meant the cowboy could hide away in the gym without fear of being spotted. However, leading the way in, he wasn't sure what was even worth mentioning. It was just a gym, after all. He sort of pointed to the stuff he used, named it, and admitted: "I was goin' to do some cyclin' work, but hey, you ever raced on one of those?" Harland pointed to a couple rubbery looking large inflated balls with handles on top.
He had never been to a gym that had them, but maybe they were classy people things. And that was equally, he suspected, why no one classy would ever actually use them, either. He smiled at Arland with a look that said mischief was in order.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 11:58 am
There was a look of uncertain horror on his face at the thought of cigarettes in coffee, but that look faded quickly enough as laughter fell from his lips. "No... I mean, I might have back when I was a kid, but I don't think so. I was pretty damn awkward, not all that coordinated and last to be picked for sports. Man, I didn't even know they made those things for adults." He made his way over to the balls, lightly prodding at one before glancing back towards the other man. "Cycling has got to be better for you than kangaroo'ing around on one of these things, right?" Face your demons I am so sorry for the lag. ;; Work has been kicking my butt horribly. I have not forgotten about you!
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 10:16 pm
The look of horror on Arland's face was completely lost on Harland. Or, more accurately, he wasn't sure what Arland was making that face about. After all, that hadn't been the worst part of his previous life, not by far.
Harland's moment of humour was, apparently, over as soon as Arland answered. He ran a hand through his sunny hair. "I can't say's I've ever tried t' measure the value of cyclin' over playin' around on those," he said, shrugging a shoulder.
"Well, that's the gym," he said, abruptly ending his tourguide role.
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