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 Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 6:10 pm
Rep was doing his best to keep busy, not to stop and think but keep moving so he didn't have to think about all the things that he really should have been thinking about. Instead, after his brief conversation with America he'd made his way towards Mark's office, or at least his computer room intent on discussing his present state of debt and seeing what he could do to trim it down. Without Jordan there were less funds to go around and he was aware that the debt made Harrison less than pleased.
So he'd decided to talk things over. Like a man.
With Mark.
He wasn't optimistic.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 9:51 pm
Mark was in his usual place, the usual "office" setup infinitely disappointing. It seemed this week was payday, not that Rep would know, as payday always fell on the second week of Friday for Death Division, and Mark was busy counting his wads of cold hard cash, all in neatly rolled one-hundreds, the way he liked it. While swiping a card was glorious and all that, there was nothing more satisfying than peeling a crisp one-hundred (USD) bill, handing it to some poor hapless trainee, and making them do ridiculous tasks (not that Mark couldn't have done it through authority but rather he didn't know how to command authority otherwise).
Several one-hundred bills fell onto the floor, lost forever in the recesses of his room junkyard as Mark continued to count and attempt to hook an online date at the same time, which was going as well as one would assume it would go. This would be approximately how and where Rep found him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 9:55 am
Rep couldn't help but be furious every single time he ran into Mark, the man didn't treat anything with value, only flippancy and to the redhead it was a spit in the face of all the hard luck he'd suffered his entire life. Watching him idly counting off money as if it was worthless caused him mental anguish on a level he wasn't about to admit. It was additionally uncomfortable when he put it in context of the fact that he'd always considered that the way a person treated their possessions said a great deal about how they would treat other people, as far as Rep was aware, Mark treated everything as just as disposable as his boss did.
But he hadn't come there to start another fight, he didn't want to have to explain to Harrison that he'd incurred even more ******** debt. He wasn't sure what he hoped for, all considered, but a conversation was one way to start out.
"Hey." he said, awkwardly, and looked away at the floor, as if doing so would keep the rankled anger in check.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 6:26 pm
"Oh, hey," Mark replied flippantly, placing his money just as haphazardly on the table, "did you come to pay back the debt?"
He didn't wait for an answer as he rolled his swiveling chair to face Rep, propping his elbows on his table in a sort of business style pose. A cockroach may or may not have slid out from under his hat. "You're in lucky you see, I'm getting old," please note Mark was twenty-six, "and I have decided, as a Jedi, and a philanthropist, it is time for me to ascend from pure monetary things, if you know what I mean. What I'm saying is that politics between the Tattooine and Coruscant are open, and we are in the midst of like, delegations here. State your planetary goods and I'll consider lifting our trade debts."
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 6:43 am
Rep gave Mark a long slow look but didn't snap at him straight away, he hadn't come to pay back the debt because he still couldn't afford it, and didn't have any idea how much he actually owed. There was a deep sense of defeat as he tried to think of some way to admit both without putting his pride on the line.
Mark's comments however made him raise a brow immediately suspicious of what the other man was playing at. He didn't for a moment think that he was going to do anything nice at all because every time he'd felt like Mark was maybe an ok guy, he'd gotten ******** over out of the deal.
"My planet if I had one would be pretty ******** barren at this point." he said grimly.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 5:57 pm
Mark rolled his eyes at the dramatics. "I'm sure it's not that bad." He turned around, typed a few choice prompts onto one of his computer screens, and pulled up an entirely digital profile of Rep, scanning the first five lines before closing the window with a single typed command. "Okay, I was right, it's way, way, worse. "
The Death assistant rubbed his chin, bits and pieces of old and clearly unsuccessful aftershave suds falling off his obviously grisly and handsome features. "So let me get this straight, you're around fifty-thousand in debt, have no marketable assets, well other than like, your getting everyone mad at you on Twitter thing, and no useable resources- wait what happened to that dude you were with, he looked pretty useful. You know, stoic massage guy. The exotic blonde."
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 6:42 pm
Rep narrowed his eyes and nodded. "Aye I ******** thought so." he snapped, trying his best to keep the irritation out of his voice. "It is pretty bad." he amended, softer, resisting the urge to bristle at the flippancy of the other man.
He looked away from Mark at the far wall, crossing his arms. He was fine with whatever he had to say about his own relative worthlessness, but when Harrison got brought into negotiations he shut down more than usual. "Ace is still with me, but he's no up for negotiation in any way shape or form. I don't have much but he's one of the things I won't pawn off. You'll need to think of some other way to bleed me dry."
He avoided mentioning that Harrison himself would volunteer for most things which came with an offer of money, he felt it might dent his case.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 10:34 am
At some point, Mark had grown tired of just staring at Rep, or engaging in any form of social equity, which was unsurprisingly, the Death assistant's greatest weakness, other than Sith lords, which technically weren't a weakness and more his purpose in life, well his purpose to defeat them that is, other than his purpose to bring greatness into this world, of which no greatness or defeating of Sith lords here was being accomplished.
He took a sip of one of his many still upright stale beer cans experimentally, decided it was still safe and finished off the rest of it. "So, like, why are you here again? Either this is the absolutely worst attempt at loan sharking I have ever seen, or were are suddenly friends, and friends do not do unfriendly things." Mark paused mid-type on his instant message to Dwight (redubbed Jarvis01) about the whole ordeal, which mostly consisted of sad emote faces and a plea to tag outstanding rps. "This, believe it or not, is a work environment, and I like, do a lot of work here. Constructive things. Productive things. This is sacred Jedi sanctuary, one does not simply walk in here and," he paused just long enough to type this long instant message reply about how nobody appreciated his well thought out rp solos, "not offer-"
Mark suddenly paused. He minimized all his windows and turned right back to face Rep again on his swivel chair. It was pretty obvious he had an idea and was trying his best to market it as the best idea ever (it wasn't, and never was) - "Okay, okay, remember how I mentioned like, the philanthropist part, which is me, by the way, because I am generous like that, and also because of certain Jedi codes that go beyond the rogue standard of my rogueness, I may, just maybe have a way to bleed you dr- to lift that interest at least. Maybe, in like term deposits. If you do a good job. Because it's a job. A real paying job. Which you have to sign a contract and non disclosure act and liability form and maybe another form about how I am absolutely not responsible for this for."
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 8:37 pm
Rep gritted his teeth because it was a preferable alternative to snapping at Mark and ruining his chances. "I was here." he said slowly and carefully. "To see if I could renegotiate my debts." But it was pointless, it really was, because it wasn't actually an agreement in the first place, just a debt Mark could enforce because he was in a position of power and on Deus that was all that actually mattered. If you had power you could do what you wanted, there were no actual laws or restrictions, no fairness or justice. It wasn't all that different from the world outside really in that respect.
The proposition from Mark on how he could actually do something about the debt didn't sound even remotely trustworthy (what ******** did from the grubby slimeball?) but he didn't have leverage to argue with. It was like trying to negotiate with H, he had nothing to offer to anyone in any practical sense, so whatever they threw him, he had no option but to take. "If a job will help lift it then fine. I'll do whatever jobs you want me to."
Because his personal safety and dignity when you got down to it, didn't rank as highly as Harrison's happiness.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 10:50 pm
Mark remained oblivious to Rep's Revenge: the Reckoning and took Rep's 'fine' more as a 'thank you oh great and wonderful and powerful and ruggedly handsome Mark for saving me from my eternal sins of being a Hutt and pillaging unsuspecting princesses and sometimes ruggedly handsome Jedi'. He carefully pulled up Rep's profile, and began to edit it, typing some extra clearances into a few lines, and then removing clearances from another. "Also is there a reason that Life division is charging you for an extra two thousa- never mind."
One Command+P later, and the printer sluggishly kicked to life beneath him. He pulled a few papers out, and all three of them had extreme fine print that pretty much summarized itself to responsibilities, duties, liabilities, and the general Hunter lack of insurances without explaining anything at all. Mark gestured at the papers. On his desk were an assortment of usable pens, most of them coloured like various Star Wars droids. "Okay, so like, sign those three, and we're good to go. This is a job job, a real job, but since I couldn't find anyone els- since you are such a uh, outstanding um, individual person, uh, thingy you totally were my first pick. Yeah. Anyway, are you familiar with being on call?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 7:24 am
Rep didn't bother to reply why Life division would be charging him anything, instead he just opted to sink even further into his mire of self-pity and despair. He took the printed sheets and donning a pair of reading glasses, did his best to read them. It didn't really change anything doing so however as he was aware that ultimately he'd just end up signing them regardless. Anything that ran even the slimmest chance of getting Mark off his back was worth it.
He retrieved an R2-D2 pen and looking none too pleased signed off on the three forms before putting his glasses away. "No. I'm no." he said. "I had a mate who worked on call, it seemed mostly like an exercise in being ******** around." On Deus he figured they were probably on call in some ways regardless, Cael's five minute warning early morning meetings were the stuff of legend. "And you really don't need to ******** pretend I was anyone's first pick for anything." Because he hadn't met his quota of grim self pity entirely and it never hurt to catch up.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 9:54 am
Mark pretty much snatched the papers from Rep's hands the second the signings were done. "Right," he cleared his throat, "so let's talk payments. You'll get paid per on-call session you take, check your cell phone. Check your cell phone."
The Death assistant oddly enough, began to gather random articles on the desk into an open Chewbacca backpack that had been covertly tucked next to the printer. "So, good luck, uh, may the Force be with you and stuff. I'll see you in a few days, thanks bro, you won't believe how hard it is to like, get a vacation these days, it's all fix this and do that, I had to jump hoops to even get a vacation, I mean with Comic Con this close it was a bit of a deadline rush, but Dwight was a bro and got the hotel," he shook his backpack which had wads of cash, a laptop, an opened bag of doritos, and two beer bottles in it. "Oh yeah, this one's for you."
Mark gave Rep a physical copy of the first of the three sheets of paper Rep had signed and then saluted the Sun Hunter, out the door before Rep could actually ask about payment plans or even specifics.
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