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Post by War on Aug 6, 2008 17:39:08 GMT -5
*War grinned. Only Cry Baby Walker would think of the bike when they had been discussing rides, Brandi and Hedonism.*
"Yeah she's like that... hey I have a question. Not that I care one way or the other but how'd ya'll find all those girls willing to get knocked up and then give up the kids? Other than relying on your looks."
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 6, 2008 18:00:05 GMT -5
((It's like that bit in "10 Things I Hate About You," where Heath Ledger asks Joseph Gordon-Levitt where the girl kissed him and he says, "in the car."))
Cry-Baby stared at him in confusion for a moment, as if it had never occurred to him that women didn't just want to have his babies for the sheer pleasure of it.
"Well," he said reluctantly, "we pay 'em for their trouble."
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Post by War on Aug 6, 2008 18:14:01 GMT -5
"Admirable... but I meant where did you find them? Put out an ad? Start banging on doors? Or just picking up every drunk bimbo in the bars?"
*War grinned, his words might be a bit crude but he was almost enjoying himself.... almost.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 6, 2008 18:18:02 GMT -5
Cry-Baby frowned.
"Hey. They're nice girls." Well, most of 'em. "There was an ad. An' Brandi knows folks. An' one of em was some kinda god, so I guess she had her own ways of knowin'."
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Post by War on Aug 6, 2008 18:32:42 GMT -5
Got to get me a copy of that ad...
"... that's worth framing."
*War grinned and shook his head.*
"Not all us movers and shakers are all knowing. Humans can be surprising critters sometimes. One of the better things about them actually."
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 7, 2008 12:28:57 GMT -5
Cry-Baby snorted and kicked the ground.
"Surprised you like anythin' about us. Though I guess it's like the way I think cats are weird an' make no sense."
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Post by War on Aug 7, 2008 13:05:25 GMT -5
"Didn't say I liked it... just that it was better. Like being cranky is better than being in a mindless rage. Doesn't mean it's good."
*War grinned and watched Cry Baby's reaction.*
"And cat's are simple... they know they are centers of the universe. Monkeys know they're not but still try to think they are. That makes no sense."
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 8, 2008 12:09:51 GMT -5
Cry-Baby frowned. No cat was the center of his universe. How many beers had he had now? 4? 5? He wasn't sure. But it was good stuff. He was sort of surprised when the next thing came out of his mouth without him more or less exploding.
"So whadd'ya get outta 'ridin'' me like you do?" he demanded, his attitude challenging and aggressive but more like a banked fire than a blaze.
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Post by War on Aug 8, 2008 12:32:56 GMT -5
*War snorted into his bourbon and looked up. He thought for a few seconds and smiled. His words were serious, almost as if they came from further away that the distance separating the two.*
"A taste of the finite. A touch of something beyond a single purpose. Plus lately... a hell of a lot of shagging. You can't say you have not enjoyed it... at least parts. I mean..."
*His voice changed. It sounded a lot like Cry Baby's voice. Only not the one everyone else hears. The one in his head when he rationalizes things.*
"... might as well enjoy it..."
*The corner of War's mouth tugged up in a half grin.*
"I've done my best to make it... painless, hell even fun at times. What do you get out of resisting?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 8, 2008 17:00:56 GMT -5
Cry-Baby's boyish face darkened, eyes narrowed. Hearing War talk like that was almost a violation in itself.
"Reckon I get the feelin' I wanna make my own choices," he said roughly. "I know I ain't strong enough to make no difference. But givin' up would just be cowardly. An' a message to you that there I don't believe there ain't nothing in me worth keepin' alive--that I ain't enough of a man without you takin' the reins. An' most important, so I remember who I am. Somethin' you an' the other one seem hell bent on takin' away from me."
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Post by War on Aug 8, 2008 17:43:17 GMT -5
*Setting his glass on the table War leaned over the carved wood, his elbows resting on the chiseled graffiti of hundreds of warriors that have passed through the hall. He stared the mortal in the eye a long while before speaking.*
"There was this piece of iron once. Stronger than it's neighboring metals and it thought, as it lay in the dirt, "I'm proud of what I am." As I said that patch of dirt held other metals. Copper, zinc, tin, even silver and gold. So as this piece of iron sat there thinking how mighty it was one of you talking monkeys comes along and pulls it out of the ground. He subjects it to pain, stress and pressure. Gets the iron so mad it's red with rage, introduces the iron to new things, forcing the newness on the iron even though it didn't want it. Punishes the iron over and over again and the iron thinks, "What have I done to deserve this... why would anyone want to change what I am." Finally the monkey is finished torturing the iron. And the monkey thought, "I'm proud of what I've done with the iron." But it wasn't iron anymore... it was steel. And the monkey hadn't done all this because it was hell bent on destroying the iron. You see the monkey knew what the iron was. And knew what it could be. A lump of formless iron, devoid of any purpose or..."
*War took something from under the table. The polished steel sheath was beautifully etched with a scene of long haired women astride fierce looking motorcycles. Contained within was a calvary saber, the pommel set with a single teardrop cut ruby, the handle wrapped in aged black leather held in place by steel wiring made to look like barbed wire.*
"Something with a reason for being. Just because iron didn't know about steel didn't mean that iron was the best it could be."
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 8, 2008 21:02:09 GMT -5
Cry-Baby listened despite himself, trying to capture the import of the story until he was distracted, momentarily, by the piece and its beauty. He pulled his eyes away, to look back into War's.
"Be that as it may, I don't think I like you makin' that kinda decision for me. It ain't steel anymore, so it can't be asked whether it'd have preferred to stay that way. An' I can't imagine what you could make me into that someone like you would think worth havin'."
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Post by War on Aug 10, 2008 14:00:44 GMT -5
*War shrugged and rested the sword against the table leg.*
"Yeah... cause I'm the type to spend time around monkeys I don't think are worth a damn. Besides... monkeys have never cared what iron thought. Guess they think they are above such thoughts or something."
*Grinning slightly War inclined his head toward Cry Baby.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 11, 2008 10:57:34 GMT -5
Cry-Baby stared at him for a moment.
"Because it's iron," he said, as if that answered everything.
Truthfully, he wasn't any more enlightened than when he sat down, and the fact that he and War were havin' what amounted to a civil conversation was somehow more disturbing than a flat-out fight. Cry-Baby leaned forward, frustrated and pent-up, with no visible outlet.
"What is it you want outta me? 'Sides my stud service, huh? Why me?"
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Post by War on Aug 11, 2008 11:32:32 GMT -5
*War shrugs and shakes his head.*
"I told you what I wanted. A family. Thought that is what monkeys did... kill each other and breed."
*An eyebrow raised as he realized something.*
"I get it... I forgot the third thing monkeys do... bitch about stuff they can't change."
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