Aaron Dingle (
teenagebadboy) wrote in
paradisa2014-02-10 10:36 pm
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Eleventh Car - Daggers [Action]
[Aaron had taken the last few weeks to reflect over the bloater business. His bravado may have hold up at the time but by now it was crumbling. He couldn't push the sigh of that monster out of his mind. He could deal with the human kind of monster but that thing was something else, taken from a zombie game or a horror film.
But as usually he tried to deal with it on his own. Which only meant that instead of talking about it, he let it build up inside and tear him apart. A very inefficient plan.
In all of this however he remembered Tucker and how harsh he had been to him. He was still upset over putting his his own life at risk just to have that bastard run away. Sure he saved someone else and that was something he had to consider. Things were coming to its edge today as he walked around the corridors. On his way he spotted Tucker and perhaps the man also spotted him. Aaron was still upset at him for what he did. It wasn't fair but Aaron wasn't always rational. But Tucker had become a mate and he was slowly working his head around to make things up. There was nobody here for him, nobody to get through to him. Despise it all Tucker had shown kindness to him. He was a mate and Aaron felt that maybe, just maybe, he could bring himself to apologize for his earlier behaviour.]
Room filter, directed to Tucker.
Hey Tucker, I got something to tell you.
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((OOC: feel free to run into Aaron in the corridor.))
But as usually he tried to deal with it on his own. Which only meant that instead of talking about it, he let it build up inside and tear him apart. A very inefficient plan.
In all of this however he remembered Tucker and how harsh he had been to him. He was still upset over putting his his own life at risk just to have that bastard run away. Sure he saved someone else and that was something he had to consider. Things were coming to its edge today as he walked around the corridors. On his way he spotted Tucker and perhaps the man also spotted him. Aaron was still upset at him for what he did. It wasn't fair but Aaron wasn't always rational. But Tucker had become a mate and he was slowly working his head around to make things up. There was nobody here for him, nobody to get through to him. Despise it all Tucker had shown kindness to him. He was a mate and Aaron felt that maybe, just maybe, he could bring himself to apologize for his earlier behaviour.]
Room filter, directed to Tucker.
Hey Tucker, I got something to tell you.
End filter
((OOC: feel free to run into Aaron in the corridor.))

Filtered to Aaron
Filtered to Tucker
Filtered to Aaron
You're apologizing to me. Like really apologizing. For calling me a lot of really not cool things. And for not understanding. And you want to still be my friend.
Huh.
... This is so weird. I am so used to being called a dickface as an apology. I'm cool with this way too, dude, just ... let me appreciate it.
Filtered to Tucker until end
So... what do you say about that?
Re: Filtered to Tucker until end
I say we're cool. And ... I say we need to our talk on. What's up?
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Cool... [Snorts] Reminds me off Paddy but he tried too hard.
It's alright with me. [That's not entirely true.] I know what this place is really like now. Paradise, my arse.
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Who is Paddy, homes?
Fucking seriously, dude. Paradise both of our asses.
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Uh huh, can't be more true than that.
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Why didn't you get to know your dad?
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He was just never there. I never met the dude.
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That's harsh to hear mate. I know how you're feeling, trust me. But y'know what if they are not there for you then they don't matter to you. They're the ones who are losing out.
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Eh, whatever. What the fuck do I need with a loser who can't even handle a baby as awesome as I must have been? Better off, dude.
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Exactly. I have moved on from the people who let me down. They're not worth my time and neither should they be yours. Sure even a bad relationship can be repaired but if they want you back they gotta work hard.
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Truth, brother. Preach it, dude!
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Nah, I prefer not to preach about stuff. That's more your thing Florence Monk. [Smirks.]
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[Yeah, cue the eyeroll.] Seriously, is no one gonna let me live that shit down?
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Let me thing about that... no, not really. [Cheeky grin.]
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Ha ha ha. Fucking Hilarious. [But he's grinning.]
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I got turned into some stereotypical guy during Christmas. Watched footie and helped the women in the house.
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*facepalms himself* I made a fail...
Re: *facepalms himself* I made a fail...
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