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We crash into things, we stop at fucking weird places, and now the damn boat floods?  What's next, we get hit by pirates?

...Actually that would be kinda cool.  Maybe then I would get to kill people without everybody hassling me about it all the time.  Or join them; I like their philosophy.  Their eye patches?  Not so much.  They creep me out.

Although they are kinda cool underneath; did you know eyeballs don't squish as much as you'd think?


[Cheerful, AFFECTED Richie is both cheerful and affected!  Warning: he also shares ENTIRELY too much and is likely to run his mouth until you tell him you really would like him to stop talking.  And even then he might try to continue anyway.

Belated, and I really should have put this up sooner:

Trigger Warnings: contained below is casual discussion of rape, torture, animal abuse, accidental murder, and confusion between kink and domestic violence, as well as TERRIBLE anti-rape advice.]

Private.

Date: 2011-09-27 02:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[Ooh, the magic words; "it's not your fault". He calms down a little bit after that.]

Lua? [Scoff] Nah. I mean, not in the way that she wants me or anything. ...I don't think she does, anyway. She's like Seth; she looks out for me, that's all. Only she doesn't knock me around when I do something she doesn't like.

Private.

Date: 2011-09-27 02:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com
Your brother hits you? [And now she sounds sad.]

Private.

Date: 2011-09-27 05:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
Sometimes...? Not all the time, mostly just when he doesn't think I'm listening. ...I think. I get confused sometimes.

Or when he finds out about the stuff you don't want to hear about.

[As if this is COMPLETELY normal behavior.]

Private.

Date: 2011-09-27 11:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com
Richie, that's awful. I'm so sorry...

Private. WHYYYY does he break my soul sometimes?

Date: 2011-09-28 01:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[Confusion]

Why? He only does it 'cause he cares. And he usually makes up for it afterwards anyway.

[More things you probably don't really want to ask about, Claire.]

Private.

Date: 2011-09-28 12:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com
[Only, now she's thinking dirty things that she doesn't want to think, but she doesn't want clarification either, so she's fretting. She needs a distraction and an excuse so she softly kicks Chester, who barks.]

Oh, sorry, I need to see what my dog wants. Um, I'll talk to you later, okay?

Private.

Date: 2011-09-28 02:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[MAYBE IT'S JUST ICE CREAM, Claire. Geez.]

Yeah, okay. I'm disappointed 'cause it means you still haven't changed your mind, but I'm hoping you will eventually so I'll let you go without complaining about it. I'll hang around the gym later hoping to see you, but I'll probably end up leaving before you do because talking to you never pans out the way I think it should.

[That's...probably a "see you later" somehow.]

Private.

Date: 2011-09-28 03:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com
[Blinks.]

How do you think it should turn out?

[Minor guilt.]

Private.

Date: 2011-09-28 03:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[All the blunt, and also as if it's painfully obvious.]

Sex.

...It usually does anyway sooner or later, but you're not directly involved in it and that frustrates me.

I thought you had to do something about your dog...?
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[COMPLETELY oblivious to any concern on her end.]

Mmhmm. No problem. Later, Claire.

[ooc: I'm up for spamming anyway if you are, and I PROMISE to keep it crack if that's the case, but I've got nothing in particular that "needs" to be shared.]

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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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