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 Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 6:22 am
Of course, of all people Otto walked into work with, it was Melvin.
With a heavy sigh, he resigned to his fate. Of all people he had to spend hours alone with, it was this Dickbag. High strung and a total OCD Nutbar. However, Otto thought himself to be a reasonable guy. This was work. Work was work. Surely they could be rational adults here, right?
Right...?
'This'll be the longest shift of my life.' he thought to himself bitterly.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 7:17 am
Melvin sat in one of the guard chairs facing out the open window to look out through the canopy to the jungle below and far off into the overgrown distance. His coat was laid over the back of his seat and he wasn't wearing a sweater but a worn out black t-shirt. On the front a demon woman with a flaming ax was hitting a skull that had its tongue out, the words 'Shreadded Guts Tour 2010' written under teeth the picture.
In one ear he had a earbud with the other hanging down his exposed neck, the looping curled scar visible. A notebook was in his hand as he tapped the red pen that was saliva against it.
He looked up to see Otto with bloodshot eyes and then looked back up ahead. "Morning." He managed.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 7:20 am
"Dude.." Otto gaped a moment, dragging a chair to a spot to watch over the vast jungle from. "You ever seen a pillow? You look like Hell." Otto did have a knack for being anything but delicate and tactful.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 7:29 am
The Lifer had to smile at Otto's consistency for pointing out someone's awful appearance.
"I've seen a pillow. It's staying out of bed that's the hard part." Jan's pills had helped with sleeping plenty though he knew he'd have to make due once they ran out.
He rubbed under his glasses in hopes that would somehow improve his appearance.
"Get comfortable. Nothing is happening." Which was always good.
He glanced down and wrote more on a list he was making.
"Pro: give to those who need it
Con: see them wearing something of hers every days for your short existence"
He looked back up again to look ahead for anything.
There was some rapid drumming and screaming faintly coming from the earbuds.
"How are you doing?" He managed after some silence.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 7:34 am
Otto watched Melvin for an obviously long length of time. He was wearing... non turtle neck stuff. He almost looked Not-Lame. Almost. And Otto was certain he actually recognized the music playing from his earbuds... "Hm? Oh. Fine, I guess. Better than you, by the looks of it." Otto murmured, finally taking his gaze away and watching the boring jungle. He slouched lazily, his posture juvenile. "Nuthin' major happenin' lately. Least not for me, anyway." For once, he added silently. Though he felt he was simply gliding on thin ice. Eventually, the floor would fall beneath him. Someday. "What're you listenin' to?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 7:55 am
"That's good. But...you know someone else who is having a hard time?" He asked, wondering if Otto was dealing with a troubled friend or girlfriend. He seemed to have a fan club last he knew from Twitter.
He took out the ear bud and took out a tissue to wipe it off before offering it to him. "Roach March's Cement Cigarettes. I haven't gotten their new cd yet. I have to wait for leave."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 8:04 am
"Like, someone in particular? Cause everyone always seems to be knew deep in s**t." Otto murmured back with a shrug. "But naw, nuthin' anyone's told me about." Otto blinked back a bit of surprise that Melvin was letting him touch his stuff, let alone listen in with his earbuds. He took it and placed it in his ear, and was greeted with incomprehensible screaming, furious drumming and wailing guitars. In other words everything Otto ever wanted in a band. "Never heard of'em." He murmured nonchalantly as he listened with one ear. "Good, though." Maybe he'd get himself a CD sometime. "I ain't ever thought of you as a dude who'd listen to heavy metal." Even though his T-shirt screamed otherwise. But in his defence, it could have been laundry day. "No offence. You just look like a nerd and act like a stick been shoved up yer a**."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 8:32 am
He had to laugh at Otto's unguarded observation of him but it was only a short chuckle. It made his throat feel sore.
"I liked it since I was a teenager. It helped drown out noises that only I heard in the house. I also wanted to just scream at times out of frustration and anger, so I could relate to music that did the same. I admit I was a angsty little brat back then."
"And I am a nerd. I liked reading up on things in hopes I'd find answers to explain what everyone else said was impossible and not there. I wanted to be right. Now I just enjoy it, and it makes me feel useful. Can't ******** up as much with it compared to if people rely on me to be physically strong or good in a fight. I gave that up ages ago." And yet ...
"Makes me wish I was stronger though - like it could have changed how things turned out."
He looked back over to Otto. "And I don't have a stick up my a**. You're just not easy to talk to."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 9:15 am
Otto listened to Melvin without as much prejudice as he might have in the past. Only a little bit of prejudice. A small drizzle of it. He had to give him some slack. After all, everyone there had to deal with normal lives with abnormal abilities haunting their hours. For Otto, loud music was simply a big middle finger to his family and their semblance of normality in a stuffy environment filled with formalities and dead people. "Lemme know when yer nerd knowledge comes in handy." He accused with a bored tone. He had little room to judge. Otto himself had left Death. believing himself too intellectually dull to keep up. "I dunno what you're talkin' about." Otto mused casually with a shrug. "I'm a ********' delight." He pointed out in deadpan, unflinching.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 9:39 am
"- And modest too." Melvin added to Otto's last statement. "Poke me when the delight part happens. I wouldn't want to miss it." He took a page out of Otto's book and leaned a bit more into his seat.
"I'm useful in as much as I can do duty work and manage what areas I'm in charge of. At least there is always need for a person who can runic equipment." He said, pausing to write more.
Pro: Noah knows more about plants and would appreciate the greenhouse
Con: giving up Rin's project and risking it being ruined by someone else if they leave
He set the notebook back down in his lap and looked out the window again,
"What do you listen to?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 4:33 pm
"I figure as long as you ain't straight up bein' a lazy a** or harrassin' people for shits n' giggles? Then you ain't gotta worry about bein' of any use." Otto himself struggled with those issues daily. Enough that he'd come up with plenty of reassuring excuses not to condemn himself. He figured his own talent was surviving catastrophe like a cockroach. "Mostly metal. Rock, and a bunch of sub genres of it too." His brows furrowed as he glanced at Melvin's lap and the notebook on top. Maybe he was taking note of s**t he saw in the jungle. As far as Otto could see, however, all there was out there was trees and a whole lot of silence. "Music is music. So long as it ain't ********' country."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 5:40 pm
"We have enough of those people, and I like working. It keeps your mind....elsewhere."
His voice trailed as he wrote again.
Pro: Rin wanted a tree there
Con: Someone would probably cut it down later. Then it would be a stump.
Pro: Memorial is what she deserves
Con: Would just get destroyed with everything else all the time.
He looked back up. "I can do Rock sometimes, but it sounds too much like pop. I can't do country. I lived too far up north that it wasn't too much of a problem though. My parents wanted me to learn a instrument but I was never good at it." He held out his hands a moment, the pen between them. "My grandfather said I had the hands for piano, but I think he just was trying to say they weren't good for football." He flexed them before setting them down.
"You play the drums, right? I saw it in your room when your window broke."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 6:42 pm
Otto wanted to be offended by Melvin's comment about Rock music. However, pop music was a guilty pleasure he enjoyed, and told next to no one about. For now, he kept his comments to himself. He did not, however, refrain from giving the man a very disgruntled glare. "Yeah, I play. Parents probably wished I didn't back in the day. Grandpa was the one who got me started on it. If it weren't for him, I'd never have gotten to do much of anything fun." From playing catch, to rough housing to anything a small boy was supposed to enjoy in childhood, his Grandfather made possible. "Did you stop playin' cause you sucked? Or cause it wasn't fun? There's only one right answer, by the way."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 6:49 pm
"I sucked because I was new. I also refrained from doing a lot of things if it meant I would be kept out late at night. So if I took a instrument, my parents would want me to join band which would be out late for games. Instead, I'd rather go out to places where I could excuse myself on my own terms without being obligated to stay." He had made his own system and excuses to leave any social situation and other times, he was straight up didn't care.
"I liked listening to music more than I wanted to play it but..." He tilted his head a little with a sort of guilty smirk. "...even I imagined being in a band once or twice." Or a whole hell of a lot.
He looked to him. "Were you in a band? Do they...do bands here on the island?"
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