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Post by Qhuinn Lohstrong on Jun 8, 2012 3:24:41 GMT -5
Opening his eyes he looked out the window, the moonlight poured in and his eyes were killing him. Almost as if he had been crying all night. What Qhiunn cry? Ha right, that happens. He brought up his hand and palmed his face rubbing his eyes and bridge of his nose. Tonight was a night he needed a drink or a girl. Or both. 'Or your best friend, you'll always need him,' his inner voice reminded him. aaaaaaaaand now was a good time to shut that fucker up with some Jack. He got up and pulled his leathers up over his bare legs. Time to go around the compound and find a drinking buddy. Drinking alone? Yeah he was lonely not desperate. There was no way he was gonna make Jack, Jose, and Capt. Morgan he drinking mates. Walking down the stairs to the kitchen he could see the doggen hard at work cleaning and preparing breakfast. He opened up the freezer and pulled out the vodka, not what he had planned but shit did the same thing. Absolutely nothing. But he remembered when two glasses and he was fucked over. He could go on that, he was really starting to miss that.
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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Jun 8, 2012 3:54:25 GMT -5
Came through the vestable with a damn mission. Jane was on some trip and damn if he was going without alcohol for it. Almost angrilarly entering the room, he bent to nab three bottles of Goose. Stood, and promptly froze.
"Lookie here, if it isn't Mr Wants to be V." Raised a bottle to him, still grinning until he caught that vibe. On a long breath. "S'going on my man. Its all good, let it out."
Great, he'd stumbled and fallen, damn it though if the kid didn't... somewhat... remind him of someone. Screw it, he leaned against the bar, taking out and lighting a hand roll to show his level of investment. Which was surprisingly, high.
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Post by Qhuinn Lohstrong on Jun 8, 2012 4:09:30 GMT -5
He looked up and there was V, three bottle of goose in his hand and a hand rolled in his mouth. He leaned against the bar and looked at Qhuinn hard. Asking how he was after a little taunting? Man he must have looked as great as he felt. And that must have been shit.
"It's going man" He looked at the bottle and slide the glass away just to drink from the long cold neck. has he tilted it back down a gasp of breath and burning throat fallowed. He looked back up to see the brother still there. Still looking at him. "Man, I don't know what to do. I'm fucked over" Looking at the bottle, he kept it where it was and let his head fall to the table with a nice thunk. "I got feelings man, and they are tearing me up inside. I need something" someone. "But I can't do it." Him. "The beer doesn't work, the girls don't either. The only thing that keeps the shit at bay" He had to stop to re think what he just said hoping to god he didn't say Blay. "Is the fighting."
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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Jun 8, 2012 13:03:56 GMT -5
Had started tilting his head just a little while Q spoke then, leaving two of the bottles on the bar, stepped over. Turned a chair around then straddled it just before opening the bottle he had.
"Don't normally get this far in" Flashed a look then lit his smoke "but, sometimes shit matters too much. You've come far my man. True." Long drag then held the hand roll in his gloved hand. "You know, your not alone. Though it looks that way now, that's just not how it is. Believe it or not, in one way or another there isn't a male here who can't relate. Don't go angry on me, no point, plus this shit will pass. As it stands you've come a long ass way, if there's anything to be said its keep doing what you are."
Fuck, as he drank deep from the bottle of Goose, sometimes knowledge was a bitch. As in here he had a couple little tidbits but the established don't ask and hell no he wouldn't tell stood firm. Didn't mean he couldn't sympathize, damn at one time even empathize, with the Br... male.
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Post by Qhuinn Lohstrong on Jun 8, 2012 14:35:54 GMT -5
Vishous's words ran deep into his brain. Qhuinn couldn't help but think, What if he knew that all these feelings were for his best friend Blaylock. The male who was with Qhuinn's cousin. Sax was a true male of worth for Blay, he could give him anything. The glymera still loved him he wasnt cursed.
Damnit all Qhuinn wanted to get up and just smash shit. He wanted to make the chair he was sitting on into fire wood. He wanted to throw the vodka bottle at the wall, and he wanted to run up to Blays room and bed the fucker.
But he just stay there head on the counter unmoving. "V...Did you ever..fantasize about.." a male you had no business being with but you knew he loved you. "a friend, like before you were Jane did you ever look at Hi-Her and just know you wanted them? I scared I can't protect John right when these thoughts keep clouding me."
The advice V had given him was great. Qhuinn just felt...like he was talking about something so different something a million miles away.
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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Jun 8, 2012 14:47:15 GMT -5
Cleared his throat, more than once. Well well, wasn't this just so damn unbelievable. Part of him wanted to laugh, not at Qhuinn but what he'd gone and stumbled into, if for no more than..
"Hell yes I feel you Bro. Look, Qhuinn, you need to remember a couple things here." Smirked dragging his hand roll, then killed the butt in the ashtray on the table, switching over to palm the Goose and bring it up to his mouth. "One, I can hear you, all of it. And two? You happen to be talking to the one male who's SO" rolled his diamond eyes while taking a long drink "been there, done that. Just never really spoke on it, true."
After took another long pull then leaned back on one hand, part of his mind wondering if this wasn't some kinda karma coming to bite his ass.
"You wanna talk, cause I happen to be willing to share, or you wanna get that aggression out and hit the streets."
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Post by Qhuinn Lohstrong on Jun 8, 2012 15:00:13 GMT -5
That was when he lifted up his head. Been there? V? The scribe virgin's son? well shit. He offered the man a option to talk, or get his aggression out on the streets. Damn it he was gay but he wasn't a sharing guy, well not with feelings anyway. getting up he looked at V with new eyes.
"Lets go kick some ass. I got a lot of anger and there are a lot of lessers out there who could use a piece of it." He palmed the brother's back and looked at him. For once he felt someone looking at him. Not staring at his eyes and that felt pretty damn good.
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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Jun 8, 2012 15:11:36 GMT -5
Rose to stand on a hidden sigh of relief, then checked his pockets. Grinned at Q from where he stood then raised his gloved hand.
"Got all I need right here, you armed up." Lifted a brow, then rested that glove on Q's shoulder. "On the real, you wouldn't believe some of the shit I could tell." Smirked showing a bit of fang then moved to walk over to the vestable.
Hit the door, then while he waited for Qhuinn to follow shot Jane a text. <Going to kill stuff, meet up in an hour. Love you.> Send. Glanced back, shrugged a bit. "Peaches and daisies, true?"
Cracked his neck while the huge doors opened, the warm night hitting fast but not enough to permeate the cold Qhuinn would be in until things fell into place. Shame that, but such was life.
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Post by Qhuinn Lohstrong on Jun 8, 2012 15:35:19 GMT -5
He put one hand on his side to show he was rearing to go...No Glock. He went to go on anyway, hand to hand combat was as good as anything if not better. He took one step and felt the cold floor through his sock. Shit no shit kickers. "Hold that thought, gun and kicks."
As he rushed past the brother to go at the stairs he looked up. Blay and sax. holding hands, he stopped in his tracks and looked at them. His cousin gave him a wave and Blay just looked at him. Fuck that hurt, as they walked down the stairs Blay avoided eye contact fully. Door opened. Door closed. And that was it, that door felt like the one that closed right on his heart. He walked up the stairs, one leg at a time and dragged himself into his room.
He pulled on one shit kicker laced em up slowly and palmed two guns and put one on each side of his body. He walked back down the stairs ready to kick some ass now more than ever. He looked at the brother and nodded signaling he was ready to go. There were about to be some VERY unlucky sons of bitches tonight.
"Ready if you are my man" He said flatly his hand over the door knob. He now knew what Blay had felt all those times Qhuinn had brought a girl to the back rooms at Zero sum. and Fuck it all if he hadn't brought the man back with him sometimes. He gave him a front row seat of torture. He suddenly had images of his cousin and Blay going at it and then having the gaw to invite him along it would've broken his heart and made him pissed as hell. Now he wanted to kick his own ass for doing that to Blay.
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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Jun 8, 2012 15:56:41 GMT -5
Had turned in time to catch that exchange, then stepped back as the two strolled off into the night. Closed his eyes, fingers moving across them as if it was all giving him a headache. Fact was, that was true. Between each of the three there was enough pain and confusion for a variatable shit-fest of mind fuckery, though he got it back together before Q could return.
Kid was straight up far as beating ass went, and really between them? Who needed to be a fly on the wall for that 'The shit you say' convo. Though even if Qhuinn could tear through metal in his current mood the firepower was appreciated, just an added benefit to what was already a ticking time bomb.
"Right. From what I gather bunch is going down around the Mask. I know, strange as fuck seeing as that's Rehvenge's hood but no one said lessers were smart. Let's fly." Made eye contact one more time, last fleeting thought that he could say or do only so much there and he took the last step on Mansion grounds.
Good thing they didn't need to drive, right before scattering atoms out he caught Saxton opening a car door for Blay. No damn need to draw that out, even if he shot a warning glance that way before loosing form. When he appeared again started counting in his head, damn straight the alley he was in could be abandon again if it took Q more than five seconds.
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Post by Zsadist Aghony on Jun 8, 2012 19:24:06 GMT -5
On his way back to the TC after being so utterly satisfied in every way with Bella he was practically floating. Wouldn't know it to look at him, other than his general aura was aglow, then, at the bottom of the stairs stopped. ~Who would leave the damn door open?~ thought to himself as he walked across the apple mosaic to close it. Fritz hot on his tail, almost allowed the head doggen to get it when what the hell did he know but there stood Qhuinn. Like a damn statue. Held out his hand to stop Fritz, doing his damnedest to make some noise.
Nothing. Q was standing there staring at the taillights to a car speeding off down the drive.
'Shit.' Under his breath then felt the familiar remnants of V's demat trail. Brother wouldn't have it, that he knew, but the look on Q's face wasn't something he felt V would do a whole lot of good with. Pulled out his own phone then texted V to reel it in or get a hold of Rhage or Butch for patrol then crossed his arms over his chest.
"Qhuinn, how about you come back to the TC with me for a workout before hitting the streets." Posed as a question, was more of a come on wake up my man, type thing.
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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Jun 8, 2012 19:32:39 GMT -5
About to head back and nab Q when he got two texts at the same time. 'The fuck' under his breath as his boot completed its next connection with damp asphalt. On a long breath out, then after glancing around, the night was still young. Texted Zee back <I will, need to take care of something first. Be cool with Q, true.> Send. Question was, did he text Jane or just go check? Seemed Marissa made progress, maybe that third point of view had made a difference. Possibly he'd just been too deep in to deal. Whatever the reason, he threw out his senses while rechecking her text. Too far out, had to use the GPS to locate them. Though as soon as he did he lost form, just in case his shellan needed him. midnightblackdagger.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=chardev&action=display&thread=344 |
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Post by Qhuinn Lohstrong on Jun 8, 2012 20:24:22 GMT -5
Z's voice made him jump a bit as he looked behind him he tried to play it off like he wasnt about to cry like a little pussy. He made a move to whip his eyes face and eyes to make it like he was just tired which would be the BS he'd feed the big guy here. "Hey uh well V and I" he looked over and saw there was no V, how long had he stared at that car? "seem to no longer be hitting the street just yet so sure lets do it." As he fallowed the man to the TC the Look in Blays eyes..they were dead when he looked at him, but when he looked at sax oh god they were alive very much alive.
He wanted to kill his cousin. He knew a few ways to do it too. But fuck then his family would REALLY love him. before he knew it they were in front of the Training Center's doors. Everything called to him at one. The ability to punch, run, stab, shoot...kill. He felt like a kid in a candy store. He was three seconds away from turning to the scared brother and jumping up and down going 'can I can I?'
He walked on through and hit the punching bags first. He felt sorry for the thing because after he was done he was gonna go Captain America from the "Avengers" on it.
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Post by Zsadist Aghony on Jun 8, 2012 20:46:48 GMT -5
Shouldered the door, watching Qhuinn with a small gleam in his eye. One thing was for damn sure things kept up like this and he was watching the next fine warrior beat crap out of a bag. After watching the male go from Pre-trans to Ahstrux Nostrum to almost lifeless to this? Had to admit life was hard but worth it for everyone.
The chain holding the bag started to creak in protest, signaling that he was up. Strolled over silently then waited on the other side. Barely a move and he caught the flyaway leather and sand, a small grin tugging at his ruined lips, then tossed it aside. Taking up a shoulder apart boot stance nodded to Q's hands, which were bleeding at the knuckle just a tad.
"I'm going with V doesn't have the best judgement as far as who should be out goes. Got some aggression there Qhuinn." Unsheathed one of his daggers then tossed it over, hilt over blade. "Try the next one."
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Post by Qhuinn Lohstrong on Jun 8, 2012 21:13:08 GMT -5
The bag broke off just as he had pictured. Breathing in hard his knuckles bruised and bleeding slightly Zsadist spoke to him. Get his aggression out here first. Now that his head was slowly getting clear it made sense, what if there were no lessers, or they ran out and he was still pissed. Civilians could get in his way then how would he be any better than what they were hunting?
He palmed the dagger Z handed to him. and looked at the blade it was gorgeous. He went to strike at a bag trying not to rip it open. He lunged and stabbed a bag by accident right where a heart would be "Oops..." he said softly as a small stream of sand leaked out.
He sat down and Tried not to break down in front of the brother his eyes watering. He ran his hand through his hair and let it fall back against a wall. "I can't do this shit man.." He looked at the dagger. it was a brotherhood dagger and god it looked amazing in his hand. "I think I-I'm going to take a tip from your brother man. Celibacy. That'll be the thing to keep my Mind off of hi-HER. fuck" the last word he whispered softly to himself.
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Post by Zsadist Aghony on Jun 8, 2012 21:27:36 GMT -5
Intent stare going from the tiny hole to the now huge male sitting in front of him. After an internal wince at the slip, like they all didn't know one way or another, he knelt in front of Qhuinn.
"Hey. Listen. You can do anything you put your mind to. Have you taken a look at yourself lately? No, not the tiny defect, that'd be a lot like slapping any one of us upside the head." Tempered, even voice, just as he always was when he chose to actually speak. "So you dug a small hole as far as love goes, it's no dungeon and certainly isn't your grave. The important thing here is that your aware now. Yes, I know, shit looks bleak. Think about it though, you got a long road behind you. The one in front is what counts."
Nodded once to the dagger still held in that hand. "Looks about right. Now, get up and stab or punch or let loose here on the floor but Qhuinn? No hiding here, not with me."
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Post by Qhuinn Lohstrong on Jun 8, 2012 21:47:59 GMT -5
Listening to him, he felt like he was 29 going on 8. He wanted to cry just lean his head forward and cry. He got up with the dagger in his hand, he tightened his fingers around it til his knuckles were white. Z telling him about love huh..made sense He'd definitely take love advise from him. He's got a gorgeous Shellren and a beautiful little girl, he had it made.
He looked at the bag, well it was already ruined. Fuck he'd pay for the shit himself. He went after it as if it was a lesser, or Sax but he'd tell everyone he was seeing a lesser. As he slashed at it and hit it, taking it out all on that bag everything he felt for the past year every ounce of pain, love, happiness, sadness..before he could catch himself he started crying the tears flowed freely through his damned eyes. These eyes. They were the real reason in the end he couldnt be with his man..He wanted his family to accept him so much that being gay along with this shit would just top the cake for them. 'Fuck these eyes!' He thought as sand now pooled at his feet.
Small grunts came out from his mouth that were partly from the fighting and partly from the crying. He felt his lip quiver and his breath hitch. But When he couldn't lift his arms anymore and he felt like he was about to collapse under his weight from all that energy he burned He let himself fall into the sand and bits of leather from the bag. When he lifted his face half of it covered in sand and sweat , oh dont forget tears He just looked at the man.
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Post by Zsadist Aghony on Jun 8, 2012 22:12:05 GMT -5
Hadn't moved during that tirade, though it seemed to him to be about damn time. Weather Q knew it or not the underlying emotion had been flowing off him in waves of heavily scented air. Pain. Being the quiet observer had its benefits, one being he knew what was really needed and when. So, once the bag was trash, his dagger laying loose in one hand and that look flaying him from partially reddened eyes, he knelt again.
Though this time he didn't go into lecture mode, or even say a word. Instead there was a beat of silence before he reached out one arm then brought Qhuinn into a hug. If it shocked the male, likely surprised him more, though sometimes nothing could be done. When the truth finally broke through all the cover masking it, there wasn't a word in the world to cure the hurt inflicted on any of the lives here. Even Qhuinn, who he'd seen first hand travel to Hell and back, more than once. Another beat of silent holding and he pulled back to re-examine the male. Still staying still and quiet.
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Post by Qhuinn Lohstrong on Jun 8, 2012 22:29:40 GMT -5
He was being..hugged. By Zsadist. It somehow seemed, normal. When he pulled away he stayed quite and just looked at Qhuinn. Looking back at the brother they stayed quite but god so much was being said right there. Z knew exactly what he needed. They stayed like that for Qhuinn didnt even know how long..but damn if he didnt feel a little bit better.
Getting to his feet was hard because of hard warn out he'd been but he did it. He pulled out his phone and texted V <Don't think I can come out and play after all. Mommy said it's bed time.> Send. Thats just what he needed a hot shower, then a warm bed. He had just woken up not five hours ago nut he was to tired to care. He got up and went to reach for his wallet. Pulling out a couple fifties he held them out to Z "for the clean up too" He said hoarsely. Looking at the mess and sighed before turning to walk off.
He got as far as the door before he turned around and nodded at the big man who had been there for him since even before his change. When he was a weak scrawny little shit, Z had been there to knock the hell into him. He was still there for him it seemed, and now even though he was bloody, sweating, tired he couldn't thank the man more.
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Post by Zsadist Aghony on Jun 8, 2012 23:54:37 GMT -5
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