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 Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 12:23 pm
Text from Mark Yo bro, your welder broke Text from Mark I just bought a new espresso machine
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 12:32 pm
Melvin was tied up in work and had yet to be able to see Mark at the times he wandered by, a bit worried he might show up and no longer have the warning of murder from the other hunter. The one that recorded stuff on him at the door last time. He already had enough on his record.
The text was several steps of anger Melvin couldn't even deal with and he stood up at work and placed his equipment back on the shelf and excused himself from work. He wasn't about to miss Mark again, and headed out of the labs towards his office. Text From Melvin I'll be right there to get it back.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 12:40 pm
Mark, despite having enough free time to buy an espresso machine and what looked like a really expensive lava lamp addition, looked way more rattier than usual. It also looked like he hadn't slept for days, and there was a strange growing mound of actual paperwork on his desk that usually was occupied more by Mcdonalds wrappers.
"Welders over there," the Death assistant slurred, either drunk or extremely tired. It was amazing how he could text perfectly even in this situation. "S'up?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 12:47 pm
He couldn't tell if Mark was either bing drinking in his office or tired. Drinking because who wouldn't want to forget everything when you smelled and lived like this? Aside from actually, you know, cleaning himself and his office, alcohol was at least one type of escape. Seeing the paperwork and thinking of what purpose an espresso machine could serve for the overworked, he could think of tired. Either one was some degree of sad, the first more pathetic while the second more depressing. It caught him off guard for a moment, and he was about to ask what was wrong when he remembered the argument he had with Lawr over and the broken welder.
"You broke anyone one? Was this fixing that stupid toy of yours?" He said, glaring at him as he moved towards him and not the welder.
"I found out what you did. WHY did you thinking ROBBING Lawr was a good idea? Do you even KNOW how much s**t I got for that. He didn't even deserve that at all!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 12:58 pm
"Service fee," Mark began, "s' a service fee for charges for..."
And then he just stopped talking, with his eyes half-open like some golem that lost all its power quite suddenly.
A few moments later, light snoring could be heard coming from him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 1:03 pm
"Charges for what? You said you were running a charity. Charities don't - Mark. Mark?" He paused in the middle of getting riled up enough for what he had planned to be a very lengthy lecturing when the man just checked out.
Again, it didn't answer if he was just drunk and passed out or just tired.
Trudging through the piles or trash, he moved to the even bigger pile of trash that was passed out. Beside him, he stared at him. "Mark?" He asked, and even though he didn't really want to, he reached out and nudged Mark's shoulder.
Was he really dead asleep? Maybe the garbage finally destroyed his health.
"Are you dead?" He said in a flat tone that didn't really scream he was worried.
Still....
He went to press two fingers against his neck.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 1:25 pm
A couple of roaches and one lonely earwig leaked out from Mark's hair, travelling down Melvin's fingers.
The Death assistant suddenly sat straight up. "RP TAGS!" He shouted to absolutely nobody in particular before drooping again and slumping over right on top of the mound of papers so his chin was hanging just off the edge. "Thingy's still broken bro. And Sherry blew me off stone cold..."
He sighed, deeply.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 1:41 pm
Melvin shook his hand quickly and pulled his hand back. He did his duty. Mark wasn't dead - somehow. What was now more worrying was HOW WAS HE ALIVE?!
Holding his hand and glad for the millionth time he wore gloves, he just stared at the man moped.
"Can you blame her? BUGS just FELL OUT of you. Mark. You need a shower. You need a shower now. I'm pissed at you but this - this is just....how are you even living like this? Look around you. You have money because I KNOW you took it from Lawr. How can you not afford to buy some deodorant and some shampoo and take some time to just take care of yourself just..."
His brain was having a hard time going far enough to live as a person who smelled this bad and was so far gone to allow bugs on you. Was he even a person? Did anyone investigate this?!
No. No no no. He needed a shower. He needed a shower right now. Moving behind him, he shook his chair. "Get out. You need to get out right now."
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 9:08 pm
Mark grabbed a firm hold of his desk, which is to say he put one hand around the empty Mcdonald's box and the other around an empty beer bottle. "No, you can't make me!"
He just sadly half-sat half-lay there and stared at Melvin and looked really pathetic.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 9:13 pm
Melvin paused to stare down at him. "What BETTER thing are you doing right now than festering among the garbage and moping? For Christ's sake, Mark. Bugs fell off of you. You think anyone wants to ******** someone filled with bugs?"
He shook the chair again. "I will find the longest hose and spray you down so help me!" He said, shaking the chair between each word.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 9:23 pm
Mark sighed, deeply. "Is this one of those things where giving you money will make you go away?"
He almost sounded hopeful at the end, even putting up with the chair jostling with little to no resistance.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 9:29 pm
Melvin paused again. "You mean the money you stole from my EX? How you said you were going to help me and then made it WORSE? Money means nothing if you give and take without any show of respect to anyone. Just like that!" He said, gesturing at the broken welder. "People NEED that. You can't just break other people's stuff, Mark. How would you feel if I broke your stuff!"
And then because he was now even more pissed, he decided to tilt it sideways. Maybe he could slide throw him off and drag his a** somewhere with a working faucet. It wouldn't be too far to get him to one of those chemical emergency showers in the life labs.
"When did you last use deodorant?" He managed as he kept shaking.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2017 2:18 am
Mark didn't even seem to mind that Melvin was storming around in a crazy tantrum, having fallen asleep again for five seconds before suddenly waking up again from the shaking.
"Wait," he said between shakes, and there was a long pause as his brain struggled to catch up to his mouth, "if he's your ex, and he took your money, then why are you letting him take it back?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2017 4:49 am
Melvin stopped, not only because of the fact that Mark's dead weight was proving to be more resistent to physical force and motivation than he thought, but the question poked at something he didn't feel needed that much explaining.
"Because - it's not our money now. It's his. It's like a ....a well" Well, it wasn't a divorce. That word was so ugly. "...when people split off. Just because you had something with them doesn't mean you're just entitled to their stuff out of spite, and he shouldn't have to pay for my actions. Just because you and I had some sort of deal, doesn't mean he needs to be pulled in. We're...we're still friends, okay?"
He leaned against the back of the chair. "He didn't take the money from me. I gave it to him because we were together. It was our money. It's not mine now."
His attention wandered the room and he looked back at Mark. "Have you even slept or do you just....live in this mess? You don't even look or smell good." Maybe it was more than just needing a shower. Sleeping among trash probably wasn't good for his overall health.
The Lifer's eyes went to the empty bear bottles and Mcdonalds. "You should eat better."
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2017 3:00 pm
"Right," Mark began, bordering on the line of abort this conversation right now, "You gave him all your money when you guys split and he left you with literally an account balance of zero. I mean, even Jason has more money than you and that's saying something."
He briefly let Melvin go on about eating better before pausing again. "I mean, we're not like bros or anything but if someone took all my money when we broke up instead of splitting and still has control over my monthly pay salary, I'd probably ask for help. Or actually be really really crazy... you're not crazy are you?"
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