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Post by Adam Milligan on Dec 12, 2011 22:54:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2cnt8y1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #7d776b; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]It actually was a relief that her first reaction to his statement was to crack a joke. That was a psychology he understood, that he could work with. Wibbling compassion probably would have sent him running for the emergency exit, but cracking jokes to cover up emotion? This he could deal with. Enough that he smiled at her, said with a certain warmth in his voice, "I moisturize. Makes all the difference." And that little bit of smartassery made it possible for him to give her a straight answer to what she asked next. Not that he was likely to have lied, Truth was a precious and valuable commodity in Adam's life. When he couldn't trust his own reactions or emotions or memories or perceptions, anything that he could be sure was actually true took on a certain extra weight of importance. "Right now I'm working on settling in to a new cocktail of meds, reconnecting with Sam now that he's awake, and trying to find some kind of non-poisonous relationship with Dean and my father." One of those processes was working better than the other, but he was genuinely trying to make things work and part of that was not badmouthing his brother. "Also trying to work with long-range rifles and blades. Some days I do better than others. Today's got a lot of hallucinations in it, normally I'd have spent it locked away safe where if I start talking to people who aren't there it's not going to get me 5150ed." Location: America Burgers, NYNY Casino, Vegas Music: Mad World - Gary Jules Outfit: Jeans, t-shirt, the usual. Notes: At some point he's going to tell a lie. Apparently not yet.
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Post by Whiskey Morgan Kings on Dec 17, 2011 10:35:59 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/5l9gf4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #151a1f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]She understood medication, hell she self-medicated by crawling into a bottle every time things got to real, to painful. She looked at the food then back up at him. Honestly she’d never want to trade places with him, being torn at by angels in hell wasn’t what she’d choose but he did have something she found enviable, he had family. To the desperately lonely girl having a father or a brother to turn to, no matter how horrible they might be, that would be some relief to her. “Hey, if you want to get this all boxed up, head back up to your room that’s okay…I wouldn’t want you to get 4077ed either….or whatever that is, it doesn’t sound pleasant and probably something I can’t do anything to stop from happening.” Yea, still with the humor, covering up things she didn’t understand as well, the slang making her feel oddly in the dark, as if she should understand what he’s talking about but didn’t, stupid. She picked up the beer, finishing it off, feeling the heavy tone that the conversation had taken settle over them both. “Family can make it better from what I remember. Hold onto that as long as you can, I speak from experience, even when they annoy the fuck out of you.” Hers always seemed to when they were alive, her father making horribly bad jokes and not taking things seriously at times, her mother’s way of second guessing everything she said, twisting it and showing her how she wasn’t thinking right, a drill sergeant of a mother, and her brother who if she had to she’d be honest with herself he was her foundation. Of course looking back at it all it seemed idealistic, perfect, in a way that in life when they were together it probably never was. Location: Adam’s Room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: Meow Music: Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5 Notes:
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Post by Adam Milligan on Dec 22, 2011 18:25:11 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2cnt8y1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #7d776b; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]A flicker of a smile. "Fifty-one-fiftied is when you're involuntarily committed for suicide watch. I had to dive out a bathroom window in Boston to avoid that once, I'd rather not go there again." That had been a bad night, one of his first back alive and well before he'd gotten any control whatsoever over the hallucinations or flashbacks. He took another bite of his burger. "I'm okay here, just letting you know why I'm not up for going out and sightseeing. Like I say, there's other people around who are actually fun to be with. I'm just not one of 'em, I've gotta stick pretty close to the hotel unless it's a particularly good day." When she talked about family he dropped his eyes. "Half my family is great. The other half is...rocky. But we're working on it, within our many, many limitations." Location: America Burgers, NYNY Casino, Vegas Music: Mad World - Gary Jules Outfit: Jeans, t-shirt, the usual. Notes: He freaks me out with how self-aware he is.
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Post by Whiskey Morgan Kings on Dec 27, 2011 23:19:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/5l9gf4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #151a1f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Whiskey curled her lips in an ‘oh’ gesture, not letting any sound pass through them though, before she gathered up the burger and took a big bite out of it. She ate quickly, as if the food might disappear if she didn’t gulp it down quickly and chewed only as much as was needed to swallow it down before going to take the next bite. After she finished off half the burger, her small frame and tiny waste apparently an illusion, concealing a voracious appetite, she put it down and wiped at her lips with her fingers, licking them, before her eyes looked up to Adam, smiling to him as she put the half eaten burger down. “Sorry, I think I ate last a few days ago. I kinda get busy sometimes.” Yes, busy and sometimes she forgets to eat, of course put a burger in front of her and toss on bacon and you’ll always be sure to get her to eat. She also loved a good authentic deep dish pizza, and if you put pancakes in front of her you’d better be prepared for her to eat her weight in them. Food was one of her vices but just not one she always thought about. Now her other two vices, booze and sex, those were more on the forefront of her mind, she actively sought those out. If you asked the girl and she took the time to think about it she could tell you it was to fill that empty hole she felt like she had inside of herself, something to try to feed that void if only for a small time. “We don’t have to go anywhere, we can hang out in your room, see what’s on TV, just get to know each other if you want.” A shrug as she picked up her beer, taking a few gulps of it before putting it back on the table and sitting back a moment, forcing herself to digest a little while the smile on her face took on a sad quality, her eyes not meeting Adam’s anymore. “I never really got along with my Mom; she was always cold, more like a drill sergeant than a Mom, but my Dad and my Brother, yea I was close to them. My Dad was my hero.” She could work in honesty too, of course Wade Kings was probably turning in his grave if he saw what his little girl was like now, hell if he was present he’d probably be tossing his coat over her and telling her to march upstairs and put some clothes on. Location: Adam’s Room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: Meow Music: Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5 Notes: Speaking of honesty
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Post by Adam Milligan on Jan 1, 2012 1:00:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2cnt8y1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #7d776b; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]"I grew up with my Mom," he said easily enough. "Just the tw of us, and she worked nights so a lot of the time it was just me. My Dad," he shook his head. "He turned up when I was about twelve, first he heard that I existed. But I didn't really know him until after we'd both died. I had no idea who he was, what he was. Didn't know I had brothers, didn't know anything, really. My family right now is...new. We're trying, and some part of me has to believe that we'll get it right eventually or we'd all stop trying. But we're all really awkward at it. Comically so, even." He picked up his beer and took a couple of swallows, watching Whiskey with uncomfortable intensity. When he put his glass down he continued with the trend of barefaced honesty. "You baffle me some. I keep trying to offer you an out, let you know how I won't hold it against if you want to take off from the psycho broken guy. And you keep not taking the out. I think..." he tilted his head and broke eye contact for a moment, then came back to her gaze, "I think I'm gonna stop offering." He smiled at her, dazzling-bright after all his moody stonefaced affect until now. "Sure, let's go hang in the room? I've got a USB drive full of really shitty eighties fantasy movies and there's pot and Jameson's up there. Tomorrow we'll try a greasy anti-hangover breakfast and then weapons training?" Location: America Burgers, NYNY Casino, Vegas Music: Mad World - Gary Jules Outfit: Jeans, t-shirt, the usual. Notes: Christ, kid, tell a social lie or something. Please?
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Post by Whiskey Morgan Kings on Jan 12, 2012 19:50:48 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/5l9gf4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #151a1f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Tapping a finger against the table she looked away, to anything else in the room, listening to him. She was envious of what he had, people, connections, and while she wanted them she was pretty sure she’d never get them again. As she turned back to say something, to assure him that she’d leave him in peace when she did what she’d agreed to do when he smiled at her, to which she couldn’t help but genuinely smile back at. It had been awhile since her plans with a guy didn’t include how quickly they both pulled their clothing off and if a safe word would be needed or not. Yea, movies and just hanging out with someone might be different, nice, or a complete snooze fest but for maybe a few hours she wouldn’t feel like she had to be in constant motion, hell she might actually get a good night’s sleep, strange possibilities that people normally took for granted she found a luxury. “So basically we are talking Krull, Dragonslayer, and Red Sonja kinda cheese? Love that shit, course you know Looney Toons works for a good time too, I adore that fucking Coyote you know, persistent pain in the ass. It all sounds like a plan to me and this burger needs to go on the world record of awesome burgers.” Of course it probably was because she was so hungry that the food tasted so good but she couldn’t help herself, gathering it back up between her hands and chowing down on the rest of it like she was a starving woman. Location: Adam’s Room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: Meow Music: Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5 Notes: Yea she's easily amused with movies
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Post by Adam Milligan on Jan 14, 2012 14:16:02 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2cnt8y1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #7d776b; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Kind of relieved to be leaving the topic of family behind--Adam was still working on accepting that for the rst of his life most people he met were going to care more about who he was related to than who he was--he gave Whiskey another of those slow, secret smiles. "I can go you one better. Hawk the Slayer. With the synth music, Magenta from Rocky playing a sorceress, and a Vulcan elf. Oh, and a magical battle at the end of the movie represented by different colors of silly string." Christ, he loved that ridiculous movie. He was slowing down on his own burger, but nodded. "They're good here. One thing I've got to say about this casino, the food's good everywhere. If i was going to have to exist on somebody else's charity for the sake of people I hardly know, I picked a good place to land." Location: America Burgers, NYNY Casino, Vegas Music: Mad World - Gary Jules Outfit: Jeans, t-shirt, the usual. Notes: The bitter never quite fades.
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