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Post by Victor on Nov 4, 2011 7:05:57 GMT -5
*(((Note: Thread name derived from a section of the Jellicle Ball)))*
Victor sought out Munkustrap on duty. He'd made up his mind. He'd help him, and Alonzo, in guarding the Junkyard. That way, he'd be a tough guy, and a responsible guy. Then, he could get himself someone decent, no little sluts. He wouldn't end up like Plato, just a horny dick, or Tugger, with the seniors on the tribe sneering at him. Maybe his parents would even respect him then.
Problem first, was finding Munkustrap, and convincing him. And proving himself.
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Post by pike on Nov 4, 2011 9:39:08 GMT -5
((Theo, I'm assuming you're going to be game for this thread--if not, let me know and I'll modify my post))
Guarding was a very strenuous thing. It required complete concentration. Not a moment could go by when one wasn't prepared for something to go horribly wrong. It was the only way to negotiate things, and was an incredibly serious business.
"Go fish," Munkustrap told Plato, lying on his stomach, cards in hand. He then looked at Alonzo. "Any Jacks?"
Go Fish was a strenuous training exercise. Sort of. Or at least it'd be for Plato since he was so stupid.
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Post by Victor on Nov 4, 2011 9:41:44 GMT -5
Victor couldn't help but snort, watching them play. Maybe the job was easier than he thought?
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Post by Alonzo on Nov 4, 2011 11:20:36 GMT -5
"Go fish," Alonzo said, looking slightly bored over his cards. "OK Plato, you got any 3's? Those are the ones with a three in the corner." He looked up as he saw Victor come in, "oh, hey Vic, it's been a while. How're you doing?"
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Post by Victor on Nov 4, 2011 11:33:39 GMT -5
"I'm alright," Victor said. "You guys seem to be working hard," he added.
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Post by Plato on Nov 4, 2011 20:09:51 GMT -5
"Fuck you," Plato snorted as he went through his cards several times. Maybe he was a bit slower than the others, but he hadn't made too many mistakes. And that time he swore, handing three over. "Damn it."
A smile was given to Victor. "Hey Homo."
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Post by Victor on Nov 4, 2011 21:13:15 GMT -5
"Fudge packer," Victor replied to Plato.
"Hey, Munk, can I ask you something?"
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Post by pike on Nov 4, 2011 22:12:38 GMT -5
Munkustrap quirked his eyebrow and sat upright, dusting his shirt off. "Yeah. Everything okay?"
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Post by Alonzo on Nov 4, 2011 22:37:01 GMT -5
Alonzo took the cards from Plato, smirking before looking up to Victor, not saying anything but always ready to step in just in case. Victor was his friend after all, and he was going to be there to help him no matter what. Needless to say, he'd been quite worried about him ever since the Mistoffelees fiasco.
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Post by Victor on Nov 4, 2011 22:50:15 GMT -5
"Yeah...uh...Do you like, need help with your stuff. Cause I could help, if you want," Victor said awkwardly. Having others their made it harder. Especially Plato. At least Alonzo already did it, so would understand.
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Post by pike on Nov 8, 2011 9:32:16 GMT -5
Munkustrap glanced up. Victor offering to help out. "... with what, exactly?" Because surely he didn't mean guard work... That'd be like Plato offering to guard, which well, wouldn't be so bad if he weren't so stupid but knowing Plato he'd do some stray thing.
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Post by Victor on Nov 8, 2011 9:35:05 GMT -5
"The stuff you and Alonzo do," Victor clarified, wanting Plato to not be there. Even Alonzo gone would help. He'd like Munkus gone if it didn't render him insane by talking to nobody.
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Post by pike on Nov 8, 2011 10:19:21 GMT -5
And misunderstanding.
Munkustrap's jaw dropped. The stuff he and Alonzo did. Helping him out. Oh my--
"You told him about us?!" Munkustrap spluttered to Alonzo, the odd state between panic and an angry whisper.
"Shit!"
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Post by Plato on Nov 8, 2011 10:23:59 GMT -5
Plato lifted his head and stared at Munkustrap, then looked to Alonzo. "...something happened?" He tried figuring things out, but Munkustrap's urgency, a secret. And the feeling of Victor not wanting him to be there, the consciousness of it, wasn't a good feeling.
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Post by Victor on Nov 8, 2011 10:25:48 GMT -5
"Uh...everybody knows you do the patrols and stuff...wait...what did I miss?" Victor asked, confused, looking between Alonzo and Munkustrap.
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Post by Plato on Nov 8, 2011 10:40:58 GMT -5
For once, Plato seemed to put things together quickly, as shown by his quickly changing expression. There was a moment where almost a pain crossed it, maybe envy, and then it was masked by a smile, one similar to what he always wore, like it was practiced. "I'm sure it's nothing," he said to Victor.
Bullshit. Of course it's something...
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Post by Alonzo on Nov 9, 2011 1:40:00 GMT -5
"I..." Alonzo spluttered, "I didn't say...I mean...what?"
Victor couldn't have known, no way, how could he? Unless he saw...oh God, did he see?
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Post by Victor on Nov 9, 2011 2:15:42 GMT -5
"Didn't tell me what?" Victor asked Alonzo. The truth never crossed his mind. It was too far fetched.
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Post by pike on Nov 11, 2011 0:35:15 GMT -5
Munkustrap, noticing the error first, gave Alonzo a glance. A more "my bad" mixed with "oh shit" and "I fucked up." He breathed deeply. "Nothing. So you wanted to do patrol work? Why? You never had much interest before." Fast talking. Changing subjects.
And Plato.
Shit. Plato knew.
How the fuck could someone SO stupid pick up on that?!
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Post by Victor on Nov 11, 2011 0:42:38 GMT -5
"To be useful..." Victor offered slowly, still confused by what was going on. "I've not got anything else to be doing."
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Post by Alonzo on Nov 11, 2011 1:25:27 GMT -5
Alonzo caught the glance from Munk, but not before catching the look from Plato. Was that...jealousy? Did Plato actually care?
Alonzo couldn't decide whether he should feel indignant or ecstatic, so he busied himself with pretending to be interested in the conversation between Victor and Munk.
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Post by pike on Nov 14, 2011 23:12:24 GMT -5
"You've... never expressed any interest in it... Guard duty... it's... hard work. You just... well... sometimes we need downtime and..." God, it was hard to talk. Munkustrap was normally composed but he was falling all over himself.
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Post by Victor on Nov 15, 2011 7:43:01 GMT -5
Victor just stared. What the hell?
"Uh...should I come back later?" he asked, glancing questioningly at Plato, wondering if he knew what the hell was going on.
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Post by Plato on Nov 17, 2011 0:21:55 GMT -5
Plato looked at Victor and gave a head nod, tossing his cards down. "I was losing anyway. Let's do something'," he said, maybe a partial plea to Victor. He didn't want to think about it, that look. The hell. No. He didn't want to. He had to smile. Shit, he was thrilled for Alonzo. Really. Great that he got to bonking someone. Really. Maybe serious, Alonzo deserved someone who'd be serious.
So why did Plato feel suddenly dejected?
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Post by Alonzo on Nov 17, 2011 11:13:57 GMT -5
"What?" Alonzo said, at Plato's words, "no, it's fine Victor, nothing's wrong. We're just kinda on edge recently I guess." He looked at Munk, a bit of his own pleading look flashing through his features, "right Munk?"
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Post by Victor on Nov 17, 2011 20:19:26 GMT -5
"What have I missed?" Victor asked. "Even Plato's in on it."
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Post by Plato on Nov 23, 2011 0:49:08 GMT -5
"I'm not in on it," Plato said so strongly it was almost fierce, or maybe possessive, or something. But that glimmer of whatever it was was gone then, and he laughed awkwardly. "You guys look all stupid and confused. I'm getting beer. Then I can pretend I'm as stupid as you guys are."
Logic... sometimes failed Plato... so did perspective.
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Post by pike on Nov 23, 2011 0:57:30 GMT -5
Munkustrap was trying to figure out what to say before Plato spoke--it was the break he needed. He exhaled thankfully before jumping in on it. Plato knew... he had to know... and it wasn't nice to do but everyone picked on Plato, mostly since Plato could dish it back, mostly since Plato never seemed to get it was an insult.
"You mean get beer so you can pretend you're smarter than us," he corrected, the teasing tone there. He prayed it'd work, and, at the same time, felt sick. Low blow, Munk... low blow...
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Post by Alonzo on Nov 23, 2011 4:11:02 GMT -5
Alonzo almost flinched at Plato's words, not used to seeing that look and hearing that tone come from him.
As Munk spoke, however, he looked to the grey and white tom, part of him hating what the other had said about Plato, the other part silently hoping that he would be able to pull his best friend out of his moment of uncomfortable clarity.
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Post by Plato on Nov 23, 2011 22:30:35 GMT -5
For a moment, Plato looked stunned, then wounded and angry, then there was the same goofy smile he often gave. "Yeah, haha, okay. Beer for everyone or beer for me, your call," though already, Plato was starting to walk off. "Never too early to drink!!!"
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