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 Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 10:07 pm
Birthday
Chel practically kicked down the door to Abbi's Room. There was a birthday in town and she wasn't ******** told. The ******** audacity.
She brought whiskey, because ******** if Chel ever cared about age limits or pacing yourself. It was good too; in fact, she informed Abbi: "S'Jack's favorite and he's gonna be pissed I took it. But s'your birthday and I can't go off island." She knew ruffling Jack's feathers was half the present. Despite her ongoing claims to stupidity, Chel could tell something had happened between them recently. Not what, but something. Chel did nothing if not poke fires.
"I'll get you somethin' real when I got the chance." Really it was Abbi's fault for not telling her. Then again, had she been informed, Chel would have probably used it as an excuse to throw a party, get smashed, and then pass out. Probably marginally better to be the designated driver than to add to Abbi's list of patients.
It was an odd, prickly feeling. Being the parent and watching Abbi to make sure she didn't smash through a window-
(Chel hadn't come here just because it was her birthday or to watch her get drunk and take videos like she might claim; she cared, she was worried, she acted).
-because that was Chris' job. Chris missed out on parties or rode back in the cop car with her, no in between. Damn. "So you get an IOU fer yer birthday. Pretty crummy. Unless a threesome would make up for it." Wiggly fingers in Abbi's direction and all.ayeavast u can respond here or w/e just meant to be tiny drabble not full prp
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 11:05 pm
Timber
Where did you even begin with this sort of thing? She had done as much as get some supplies (the most important of which was her portable music player, for music as she worked) for the attempt, but Chel was 19 and had never even lived away from her parents. How the hell was she supposed to repair an entire house?
Obviously with help from Dawson (easily put in a chokehold by the promise of food; Jack's word seemed to work- fatass). But Dawson's preliminary advice had been to clear out the debris before he could actually look the premises over for appraisal.
Her first move had just been to show up and start moving crap. It seemed like a solid enough plan; at least showing up meant something was getting done. Better than aimlessly talking about the house with the caviat of Jack's later.
Such was that Chel started a day moving cracked chairs, broken mirrors and other miscellaneous wood into a pile outside. It was spaced a little bit away from the house, because that would allow them to set fire to it later.
They had odd ways of having fun.
But cracked chairs turned into pulling ivy turned into testing faucets turned into s**t this is more work than I thought. By the time her day off was over, nearly nothing had been accomplished; there was still debris everywhere and nothing in the house worked.
So it was going to take more time. Alright. Fine.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 11:14 pm
Timber
Most construction workers probably chose to chug as much water as possible on a work day to prevent dehydration. Chel preferred working with a caprisun close at hand.
Ke$ha was the choice of muse as she swept along what she assumed was the kitchen (it had all the fixings, just a tad more ... broken). The kind of music she could never play around Jack, lest he make that why are you listening to this crap face. Sure pop music had it's vices, but Chel couldn't be sustained on guitars forever. Sometimes blaring beats were needed to drown out whatever was going down.
She stopped for a moment to admire her handiwork. Thusfar two rooms had been cleared of debris. Thusfar, two rooms had also been proven as needing a <******** more work than just clearing them out. What did you even do for chipped wallpaper? She didn't even know if this house got air conditioning or heating. How were they going to keep out shadows- what if one broke in?
Now she remembered why she chose the dorms.
But as she took a break to lean over the counter (careful to keep her bare arms clear of shards of glass, wood and other small chips from the side) she couldn't help but picture all the nicknacks they'd eventually line the shelves with. Dinners they'd camp out over a stove for. An entire shelf in a fridge (note to self: get a fridge) for beer. All the stupid idyllic bullshit that was supposed to go along with this.
It made her frown slightly.
She smashed one of the windows in with a deftly thrown rock. She could blame it on a shadow later. Some things needed to stay in disrepair, she thought. White fences and matronly aprons were not her fate.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 8:05 pm
dead leaves
The pocket knife was pulled out almost ceremoniously, like a ritual, a sacrifice.
Sorry tree, sorry Owain.
"You wanna do the honors or nah?" She sounded reluctant though. Chel squinted for a second. "I think I could write a C and a J. Maybe with pointers."
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 8:13 pm
dead leaves
"Half and half sounds fair," Jack replied. He was still a little surprised Chel wanted to do something like this, especially given her reactions to his sappiness, but he was careful not to mention or show it.
Owain made a small noise. < Why not make your mark somewhere else? The door, perhaps? It is already stripped from the tree. >
Well, that would just be tacky.
< You must be aware, then, that carving anything into the tree is a forever wound. It will simply grow around it, but it will never wholly heal. >
"Forever wound, huh," Jack mused aloud. "That's what he's calling this." A half smile formed. "Has a nice ring to it."
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 8:21 pm
dead leaves
Chel looked up at the taller one and tilted her head. "Who? Owain?"
She rolled her eyes a little; yes she loved her tree giant, no she didn't whimper over every little twig broken in her path. Much less a tree in their spooky house backyard that was inevitably going to get knocked over by some shadow in a few months.
"Tell him sorry but our eighties movie is too important." She gave him a crooked grin with an elbow to the side before stepping forward to carve a C. They'd found a spot with the bark already stripped away, so all it would take now was the easy stab of a knife into the fleshy part. Chel hated sap, but she did love the idea of declaring love by stabbing another thing.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 8:35 pm
dead leaves
You heard her.
Owain whimpered at a ghost of a memory as Chel ripped into the fleshy part of the tree, willing him to look away as sap slowly seeped out like blood. Jack would be lying if he said he wasn't sympathetic--but he also wasn't quick to jump to his partner's defense after the scathing behavior the giant had inflicted upon him earlier. It was just a tree; it wasn't murder.
It's been dead a while anyway, he offered to assuage Owain nonetheless. Like carving a husk.
< And that is what you would like to compare this relationship to? A bleeding shell of something once thriving? > The giant remained disturbed and reluctant. < There are many ways to show love, but this...I will never understand why something must be destroyed to be considered beautiful. >
Don't go waxing poetic on me. It's just a dead tree that'll get torn down by a titan or a shadow within the year, knowing our luck. Let us have our fun.
< Yes, tie yourselves to something dead and fleeting. The incredible aura of affection surrounding this action surely must be awe-inspiring. > It wasn't often that Owain resorted to sarcasm--something he had learned from Jack.
Jack's expression had fallen pensive as he watched and discussed, and only after that dry remark did he seem to wake up. "You know, I wouldn't have pegged you for an initials carving sort of person," he commented.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 8:57 pm
dead leaves
"Yeah well. S'fun. Ain't like mushy or nothin'. Just carvin' some s**t . Makin' it ours." She put a hand back at him when she said that but chuckled and moved back to the tree to stab. She was on the second part of the C.
She was glad actually; the part they'd picked was facing away from the house, looking back at the fence (still dilapidated- she really needed to bug Chris about putting that up with her). It faced away from anyone who would be visiting; no need to show it off what stupid romantics they'd grown to be. Private, personal.
But maybe part of her wished it faced another way.
"What about you, tall dark 'n broody. When you get the taste for sap?" She held up her fingers at him menacingly. Puns.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 9:06 pm
He groaned and then gave a small shrug. "Always had it, I guess. Not rose petals on the bed and candlelight level, but. Well. Carve a dead tree level, apparently," he observed with a wry smile. It was just so easy to box it all in when there wasn't someone big enough to handle it. Or perhaps someone with enough holes to let it pour out at the very least. "Prince Charming, remember?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 9:20 pm
dead leaves
Chel hid a laugh under the back of her hand, wiping the sap on the side of her jeans. Always a child, always messy.
"Well ********. I told you I like all the Jacks. Gonna have t'stick to my word." The C was down and now she moved to making half the plus. "Long as I get t'be the dragon."
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 9:58 pm
dead leaves
"Even the really dickish and really stupid ones," he reminded her with a solemn nod. "But sure, you be the dragon." Jack smirked before leaning on the tree and adding, "I'm already a proven dragon rider."
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 10:04 pm
dead leaves
Half a plus was a line easily made and it was done quickly. She pointed the tip at him and said, "Oy, watch it."
But then the other end of the knife was offered. All yours.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 10:11 pm
dead leaves
Jack held his hands up as unconvincing white flags of surrender before taking the knife. "Tit for tat, pun for pun," he said as he dug the knife in and began to cut the other half of the plus in. "Don't dragons and knights kill each other anyway? Not very romantic, babe."
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 10:15 pm
dead leaves
Chel rolled her eyes. "Yer such a nerd makin' it all ********>" She pushed up imaginary glasses in a way that he could see she was imitating him. The nasal voice that followed didn't help. "Well technically dragons kill knights."
A slight pause, then still in equally nasally voice.
"Babe."
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 10:17 pm
dead leaves
He couldn't help but snort in amusement at the impression. "Actually, knights slay dragons. Technically." Now he was putting on a nasally voice.
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