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[Here Barge, have a very pleased-looking Richie; SOMEBODY was enjoying himself during the flood.  Don't mind the lump on the bed, it's nothing important.  I'M LOOKING AT YOU, WILL.  Don't look.  Really.]


Well that was fun.  More things like that and I could get used to this place.





[Because the mun was minor!fail this week, just pretend this is the day after the Flood ended.]

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Date: 2011-08-27 07:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grahamcommawill.livejournal.com
[Richie doesn't intimidate him. No matter how much he might try to look like a bulldog, the squirming made him seem more like a puppy trying to act tough.]

Or this cabin will seem like a goddamn luxury compared to what you could have. With a simple request, I can turn this whole room into a jail cell. I've done it before with my last inmate, and I could do the same for you.
Edited Date: 2011-08-27 07:51 pm (UTC)

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Date: 2011-08-27 08:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[A snarl; he's fully intent on calling Will's bluff because he just flat out refuses to believe it's a possibility. So he'll bare his teeth, try some alpha posturing on for size and assume he's untouchable. No part of this plan can possibly go wrong, right?]

Fuck. You. Do it, then. It's mine, I'm not giving it to you.

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Date: 2011-08-28 02:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grahamcommawill.livejournal.com
[Will steadily meets his gaze. The alpha posturing does nothing for you, Richie. It wasn't a bluff, he meant the threat, but hadn't expected to actually have to use it. He finally lets him go with another shove.]

You won't have a choice. Kill or injure anyone with that gun, and things will be worse for you.

[He began to head out, forcing himself to keep his fists unclenched.]

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Date: 2011-08-28 03:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[There's a moment of wariness, uncertainty, that flickers openly across his face because he's too surprised to try to conceal it. He stumbles slightly, steadying himself against the wall, and watches Will go, trying to convince himself that he won despite knowing full well he didn't.]

Why does everybody just fucking assume?

[Whiiine. He tried Alpha, and failed, so now he's back to his old standby; innocent victim.]

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Richie Gecko

It's a Dark Night

hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night

the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him

she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again

I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago

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