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Jan 13, 2013 19:08:18 GMT -8
Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 13, 2013 19:08:18 GMT -8
Micah came onto the roof in search of Alex and found him in a heated discussion with Ash, he groaned inwardly. "See in who? Has Ash told you he isn't your father yet? Or are you waiting until you've kissed Chelsea who you discover later is your sister, first?"
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Jan 13, 2013 19:11:30 GMT -8
Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 13, 2013 19:11:30 GMT -8
"I didn't know anyone saw anything in him. I thought he was an alright guy, guess he's a bit of a dick. You know, maybe it's just me, but this community needs to stand together and keep bound up. We have to look after everyone. What about when there are families, eventually?" He almost looks at Alex pointedly, but instead looks down below. "It will happen, given time, the children are helpless, they need people to protect them, and...some of those folks aren't so good on living in the outside world. Well, I don't like him either now, I guess. I hope I don't end up disliking too many folks, I at least don't trust a handful now." He wondered, how many of these men would he trust with his life? Just a handful. This worried him. "Alex, I need to know what men I can trust to back me up in a jam. I may not have liked everyone in the Force, but they had my back."
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Jan 13, 2013 19:20:32 GMT -8
Post by DKender on Jan 13, 2013 19:20:32 GMT -8
Alex was moments away from saying something heartfelt like: I always have your back, Sir. And I'd die for any person here, even Derek. Swear to God.But Micah interrupted. "That ... that Dad thing was a Freudian slip! I call my father Sir, and I call Mr. Ashley Sir, so it's bound to happen." Suddenly, Alex frowned. "Huh. Don't actually know Chelsea's last name ..."
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Jan 13, 2013 19:25:44 GMT -8
Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 13, 2013 19:25:44 GMT -8
"I'm probably as old as your dad, or close to it." He says, simply, and without worrying about the details of such a statement. He seems resigned, or at least, not offended by saying so. "You know, some people used to wonder if I was part American Indian. I think it's my complexion, but that's pure Italian there." He managed a small, but proud smile. He was still proud of being Italian. "I don't mind being called Dad, It's better than being a stranger to everyone." He uncrosses his arms, and sighs, and then stares wearily at Micah. Him again? Really? He felt his fist clench, he really wanted to go up and knock him out, and be done with all of this, but it wasn't proper.
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Jan 13, 2013 19:40:51 GMT -8
Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 13, 2013 19:40:51 GMT -8
"I'd feel pretty fucking uncomfortable calling you dad mate. Err Sorry about being a shit earlier, it wasn't cool to say you get off on violence." Even if it was fucking true."So your italian then Ash, interesting, very fucking interesting. You must come from a large err family then?"
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Jan 13, 2013 19:43:37 GMT -8
Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 13, 2013 19:43:37 GMT -8
"Then don't. I wasn't offended when Alex did. Just confused." He replies, and shakes his head. "I accept, though why did you do it to begin with? We were exposed, and there are worse things around than the zombies." He frowns. "I have nothing to do with the mafia, my parents are recent immigrant." He replies to the second, very on-cue today. Even if his nickname in highschool had been Capone. He had a hard right punch in those days.
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Jan 13, 2013 20:51:54 GMT -8
Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 13, 2013 20:51:54 GMT -8
" I don't know, I guess I am just a fucking smart arse sometimes, no rhyme or reason. I don't think me shooting off my mouth put us in any more fucking danger than we were already in." Micah shrugged and tried to look at least a little apologetic. He didn't really care what this man thought of him but he seemed halfway important to Alex, and Micah had decided he didn't want to get in a fucking fight today. Especially with some kind of steriod filled mentally inefficient from the mafia. " So are you going to give Chelsea her mug in some kind of origami box and pre-pre-pre-propose to her?... What's the funky smell? Oh god it's fucking strong!"
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Jan 13, 2013 21:01:37 GMT -8
Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 13, 2013 21:01:37 GMT -8
Ashley decidedly felt that Micah was being fairly insincere, but he kept it to himself, it was something, and he decided to call truce for the timebeing, turning about to go downstairs and ask for more folks to join him in his next crusade.
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Jan 13, 2013 22:48:50 GMT -8
Post by DKender on Jan 13, 2013 22:48:50 GMT -8
"It's not gross! It's Yves Saint Laurent! L'Homme. Smell that cedar and ginger." Alex held his arm in front of Micah's face. "Women love this stuff. Trust me. Haha, but, eh. Maybe I'll just find her and say something like, 'You're wonderful. Want to go steady?' That usually works. Maybe quote poetry. Es bueno, amor, sentirte cerca de mi en la noche ... too much?"
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Jan 14, 2013 1:40:47 GMT -8
Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 14, 2013 1:40:47 GMT -8
" Gah, get your fucking arm out if my face! Maybe 60% if the time, it will work all of the time. Yeah, Chelsea will fucking love it I am sure. It's the thought that counts. Where did you find it? Well the poem sounds okay but I don't fucking understand Spanish but if she doesn't either, that could work in your fucking favour. Quit the highschool lingo, just say something like ' it's the end of the fucking world and I think we should make a fucking go if it'.Without the swearing though." Micah moved into a less whiffy spot on the roof. " So out of curiousity what do you and Mafia retard talk about anyway?"
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Jan 14, 2013 9:37:52 GMT -8
Post by DKender on Jan 14, 2013 9:37:52 GMT -8
"Oh, I found it two weeks ago in an abandoned car. Nice car, too. Sporty Lexus." Alex respectfully stood downwind of Micah. "What do MR. ASHLEY and I talk about? Well. You know me. I say anything that pops into my head. He likes to talk about his cat and people here. Tyrone, Patti, Ivan, Seth. Sometimes he'll describe work before the End Times. There's always prayer and Catholic stuff, too. I confess, even though he says it's not important anymore." Alex was momentarily quiet, and then he mused, "It's the end of the world, so let's make a go of it. That's actually sweet. You're secretly romantic, huh? Look, why do you pick fights? It'll get us both killed someday, at this rate."
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Jan 14, 2013 15:25:31 GMT -8
Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 14, 2013 15:25:31 GMT -8
" Uh.....ummm" Micah's shoulders slumped and he decidedly avoided eye contact, instead he looked out onto the skyline of Seattle and moved closer to the edge of the roof. Micah took a moment to mull over Alex's statement in his head. He hadn't picked any fights, except with the occasional weak looking zombie. What the fuck was Alex on about? Did he really think Micah was going to get him killed? He had almost started something with Ash but nothing eventuated. Besides was it his fucking fault if the man reacted to innocent teasing like an enraged hippotamus? The man reacted to every little thing with aggression but obviously some people like that kind if thing. Politeness was obviously more important to these people than honesty. Sure Micah lacked tact but at least he told it like he saw it. He usually didn't mean anything by it. Some people were just overly sensitive. He had been told by his uncle that he was too sensitive, that he needed to harden the fuck up and act like...Well more like Ash did. Micah sighed, there was just no pleasing everybody. " I wouldn't want to put you in any danger Alex, I am sorry.. I wasn't trying to start any fights though. You don't have to try and save everyone you know, least of all from themselves. I guess I should try and be more responsible though huh..." Micah kept looking away, trying to ignore the memories that tugged at his sleeve. " I guess you really are like my little brother, I kept letting him down too. Let's talk about something fucking else, umm so how do you like your mashed potatoes? Should we try and make a gravy or do you prefer something else? If you like I could bring plates up here later and you and Chelsea could have a romantic dinner?"
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Jan 14, 2013 17:26:08 GMT -8
Post by DKender on Jan 14, 2013 17:26:08 GMT -8
"You've never let me down, Micah." He extended his arm, tempted to initiate a hug, but remembered that Homeboy disliked the alluring scent of L'Homme and withdrew. "You are my brother. Blood doesn't mean all that much. Trust me, I knooow." He smiled enigmatically. "It'd be nice to watch the sun set. How about tonight the lady and me take chef's specialty. I know you guys can be creative. Uhhh. And if you want to make it a double date ..." Alex cleared his throat. "Casey's really nice. He'd be good for you. Man, if I was in to guys that way, you know. You know. You know. Of course, Casey might not go for ... but my old roommate, Emiliano, he said that most people aren't exclusively drawn to one thing, since we're like fourth-dimensional pendulums in the sea of human sexuuaaaand I have no idea where this analogy is going. Or ... or metaphor ... I should know this, man, I studied English. Let's just pretend that made sense. Ha. Haha. Ha."
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Jan 14, 2013 19:07:41 GMT -8
Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 14, 2013 19:07:41 GMT -8
"Uh Err yeah no, thanks for the romantic concern but I am not going on a fucking double date. Besides I don't know at the moment, better stick to being a fucking bachelor for now thanks. My right hand is always there if I need it. You and Chelsea do your stuff yeah?" He went and gave Alex a hug despite his stink. (( Should he accept it of course.)) "Thanks bro, good to know there is someone who doesn't think I'm a complete fucking waste of space. I am sorry I was a bit of a dick today. I'm going to go see Chantelle about those fucking geese. I might try and convince her to come with me to fetch those bloody soy beans tomorrow, she might know where I can find them and she needs to get the fuck out of 403. Fucking workaholic. Catch you later."
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Jan 14, 2013 20:02:53 GMT -8
Post by DKender on Jan 14, 2013 20:02:53 GMT -8
((Alex accepts every hug without exception*. It is his way.)) He watched Micah leave. <3 Then, Alex returned to work. Red, orange, orange, orange ... close ... twist ... no ... Satan. Can. Have. You. Rubik's Cube.*Exceptions include scary people and/or monsters.
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