Characters: Scales [lizardoverdose] and Trust [allidoisfight] Date/Time: Tuesday evening. Location: Crystala. Rating: PG-13 (Scales' mouth.) Summary: Scales has a problem. He takes it up with a guard.
Scales rather liked sticking out in most cases. This was one of those cases. He hopped down from the spurs and put his claws in his pocket. His tail swung casually behind him, though there was a little bit of nervous energy here. For one, something about dealing with "authority" made him a little uncomfortable. Secondly, he wanted to deal with this shit on his own. Going to someone with his problem did not make him feel cool.
"Yeah. You're a guard, right? Can you deal with someone being a dick at me?"
"So, I get this memory crystal and I used it, right? Attached to it was a note that said like 'bring appropriate compensation' and I was like, 'sure, whatever.' So I go to give my journal - which, seriously, is the only thing I own besides my pants - and Raise's dick half is there. Now, me and Raise's dick half, we don't get along real well to begin with."
Understatement of the century.
"But I give him my journal, and he's like 'fuck that, not worth anything' and literally tosses it at my feet and he's fucking holding a gun, all right? And he gives me this really dirty look and is like 'bring something or else.' Now, I don't know about you, but I don't like being fucking harassed, and I don't like being fucking shot either. I don't have anything to give his ass and if I had known he was attached I wouldn't have taken the damn thing anyway. Can you get him off my tail, in both a literal and a metaphorical sense?"
"Yeah. Raise. He's an okay guy, but half of him is pretty fucked up. I mean, I guess he doesn't know what's going on half the time, but I don't know. It's starting to seriously drive me up the wall."
At Trust's question, Scales' face went blank. That seemed like an answer he should have known, but somehow it managed to...totally avoid him.
"I don't know. Somewhere in the residential halls, I'd imagine."
"Well, he's tall, and he has dark hair and really psycho eyes, and last I saw him he was wearing a dark shirt and dark pants. He has a thin face, too, and I think his eyes are blue? I don't know. Also, he had a gun last I checked. A terrible description, I know. This is his writing, though."
He showed Trust in the journals. "So, maybe that'll help too. Sorry, I'm lame."
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"Yeah. You're a guard, right? Can you deal with someone being a dick at me?"
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Understatement of the century.
"But I give him my journal, and he's like 'fuck that, not worth anything' and literally tosses it at my feet and he's fucking holding a gun, all right? And he gives me this really dirty look and is like 'bring something or else.' Now, I don't know about you, but I don't like being fucking harassed, and I don't like being fucking shot either. I don't have anything to give his ass and if I had known he was attached I wouldn't have taken the damn thing anyway. Can you get him off my tail, in both a literal and a metaphorical sense?"
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At Trust's question, Scales' face went blank. That seemed like an answer he should have known, but somehow it managed to...totally avoid him.
"I don't know. Somewhere in the residential halls, I'd imagine."
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He showed Trust in the journals. "So, maybe that'll help too. Sorry, I'm lame."
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