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tushanshu_logs2013-02-16 06:31 am
sharpes) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-02-16 06:31 am
teenaged dirt bags [open]
Characters: Brandon Sharpe and open
Date: Forward dated to Feb 23rd.
Location: Several stores and locations in Keeliai.
Situation: After a rather harrowing conversation, Brandon's basically been avoiding everyone and everything imaginable. But unfortunately for him, no one in Keeliai does grocery delivery services. Teenaged boys go through their food stash pretty handily.
Warnings/Rating: Ridiculously histrionic teenaged boy angst? Couple of thread-headers in the post itself for anyone who might want to run into him.
[He can admit that starving himself into a slow and wasting death is probably too dramatic. Even so, it takes him until the last box of weird Keeliai crackers to even think about going outside.
Showering is a process. He doesn't think about the last time this happened, when Steph had to come over and find him after the executions at the so-called 'Sacrificial Altar' just to help him shave. Now he doesn't even look in the mirror when he gets out of the shower, he just towel-dries his hair and leaves to get dressed, peach-fuzz be damned.
'Getting dressed' is also a process, albeit less of one than showering. He digs something out of his closet that has a hood that'll obscure his features enough, and then a pair of sunglasses. When he's finished he looks half like something that walked off the set of Hobo with a Shotgun and The Breakfast Club but all pretentions of vanity aside he really just doesn't care.
His hands are almost shaking when he opens the door. It's probably a combination of hunger or fatigue or something. He hasn't slept well since--
Yeah. He's just. Not going to think about that.]
Date: Forward dated to Feb 23rd.
Location: Several stores and locations in Keeliai.
Situation: After a rather harrowing conversation, Brandon's basically been avoiding everyone and everything imaginable. But unfortunately for him, no one in Keeliai does grocery delivery services. Teenaged boys go through their food stash pretty handily.
Warnings/Rating: Ridiculously histrionic teenaged boy angst? Couple of thread-headers in the post itself for anyone who might want to run into him.
[He can admit that starving himself into a slow and wasting death is probably too dramatic. Even so, it takes him until the last box of weird Keeliai crackers to even think about going outside.
Showering is a process. He doesn't think about the last time this happened, when Steph had to come over and find him after the executions at the so-called 'Sacrificial Altar' just to help him shave. Now he doesn't even look in the mirror when he gets out of the shower, he just towel-dries his hair and leaves to get dressed, peach-fuzz be damned.
'Getting dressed' is also a process, albeit less of one than showering. He digs something out of his closet that has a hood that'll obscure his features enough, and then a pair of sunglasses. When he's finished he looks half like something that walked off the set of Hobo with a Shotgun and The Breakfast Club but all pretentions of vanity aside he really just doesn't care.
His hands are almost shaking when he opens the door. It's probably a combination of hunger or fatigue or something. He hasn't slept well since--
Yeah. He's just. Not going to think about that.]
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Brandon... are you saying you're gay?
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Obviously I'm the goddamned Easter Bunny.
[YES OF COURSE HE'S GAY, CLARK.]
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Sorry, yes. You're gay. ...And Steph- [Was upset about the lying? Probably. She does sound upset to Clark right now, and Brandon's wording did imply that.] She didn't know.
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[His words are clipped when he speaks, his heart rate still fluttering up and around 'adrenaline high'. He doesn't really look at Clark when he speaks, keeping his attention on pretty much anything else at hand. The floor is super fascinating at the moment.]
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He doesn't want to go into lecture mode again, so no 'you shouldn't have lied to her' even if he does think about it. And it's obvious there's a lot more than what he knows in this so 'Why didn't you tell her she would have understood' is also forbidden, not to mention Clark is from Kansas but he isn't stupid. He knows what lying to hide what you are is.
So for a moment all he does is let out a sigh.]
You've gotten yourself into a huge mess, haven't you? Look... [He looks away scratching the back of his neck.] I know you don't particularly like me, but I'm hoping you aren't trying to go through this alone.
If you are, don't. My wife and I will be more than willing to listen to you, or simply seek a friend.
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[UGH CLARK WHY DO YOU EVEN
And in a fit of childish pique, Brandon is just going to push past him and storm out of the store, all pursuits of groceries forgotten.]
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Don't stay alone, Brandon. Not through this.
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