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Post by Desmond Tatum Thorton on Mar 19, 2013 0:12:30 GMT -5
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He was currently in the male dressing room, staring at himself in the mirror. He looked very different than he did the last time he performed on stage. He didn't look as pale now, he made sure to eat right before coming, he had a bit more muscle than before because of his exercising and jogging and he didn't have any injuries. But he was still sad deep down, he was just getting better at hiding it. He would walk around all day with a smile, and maybe he was genuinely happy for a few days, but it never lasted. He wouldn't keep the smile when he got back to the safety of his apartment. He would just kind of curl up on the bed or couch, hugging a pillow close to him. Why was he sad exactly? Well, the rumors that were now spreading about him and Autumn weren't helping matters at all. But he had felt that he had ruined something and driven one he cared about away once again.
He sighed and went over to one of the sinks and tossed a handful of water into his face. He didn't need to think about this right now. There was plenty of time for that later. Right now, he had to get into his play mode of thinking. And he did just that. He forced out any other thought and focused on the play. It was closing night so he had to make the best of the play and being Hal before the play fully ended. He was amazed though that they had managed to fit in most of both parts without too much cutting of scenes and things. They got the call that it was now house and that people were coming inside the auditorium. So Des took several deep breaths and calmed his nerves. He received a kiss from Bambi for good luck and he was so glad that she was still with him even through those rumors. But she knew that they were just that, rumors, and that Des would never cheat on her, which was very true. And he was so lucky to have her with him.
He put on the rest of his costume and looked at himself in the mirror again. Hopefully, he could relax enough before he was to head out on stage. Then the play had officially begun and Des was acting marvelously, as always. Then came the scene where we would have to get slapped by his play father. It had always made him rather uncomfortable, with the abuse of his past and everything but he tossed that to the side the best he could. It still made him clench his fist in anger though, which worked for Hal. Then came the fight between him as Hal and another Henry and he actually did take a bit of a hit to his leg which threw him off. He was able to miss the knee to his face, which was very glad for. And thankfully during the intermission, he took some painkillers just to be safe. He had the rest of the show to finish after all. The rest of the show went smoothly. He made his "father's" death scene and him taking the crown look so real that it garnered many gasps from the audience.
And before he knew it, the play was over. This was another play done and in his resume now. He was the second to last to appear for the cast bow and he had a large smile on his lips. When the cast bow was done, he went back into the dressing room and began taking off his costume. "Well, it seems that you might have a few new fans with that shirtless scene with had, Des." He chuckled and turned to his friend that said this. "Well, you're more attractive than I am so you probably have more than me after tonight," Des teased right back. The two friends chuckled and finished getting out of their costumes and into normal clothing. "So, you heading to the cast party at the club this time, Des?" Des shrugged but gave his friend a smile. "Not too sure yet. I might head over there but yeah, not sure yet." The friend nodded and went off on his way. By the time Des was done gathering everything, he was the only one in the dressing room.
He put on his leather jacket and decided to finally head out. He let out a breath and met up with some fans that had waited up and yes, most of them were girls. But he didn't really mind. Most of them were his friends anyways. After all that was done he headed out the back way and saw two guys standing somewhat nearby. One guy he didn't recognize but he did know the other. He immediately knew the blonde haired tied back and that large physique. But he was still surprised to even see him around here. He never much came around the campus. And with all the stuff that happened in their last encounter, he was a little hesitant. But he couldn't help calling out his brother's name. "Thor?"
Notes: Sorry this is so big Dx
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Post by EDMUND ALEXSKI THORTON on Mar 24, 2013 21:28:20 GMT -5
 now that it was time for business edmund was mad that he even had to do anything. hadn't he partnered up with angie in order to have less of a work load? no, she needed some space after the last incident of being out and about late a night. he would have been in a worse mood than he all ready was if he had to go out and save her again. not only would he have been mad at the thugs trying to jump her, but he would have been mad at himself for letting her get involved in his business. she didn't have to do it but she wanted to, just to have something to do. he couldn't blame her for wanting to kill her boredom, school wasn't all that fun while alive so being dead didn't make it seem better. he stood up from his couch that he had been relaxing on after his usual work out routine and grabbed his backpack before making his way to the college campus. it was still one of the safest and easiest place to deal. there were plenty of students there at all times, day or night, which made him walking around seem completely normal no matter what time it was.
tonight's deal was happening near the theater for some reason, which was funny when he thought about it because des was probably involved with the show that was being put on. he hadn't seen or heard from des in a while, not that he had made an effort to talk to his brother. it was a lose lose situation really. either edmund stayed involved and lost des forever, or he didn't bother with des and kept des around. there was no way in hell he was going to let that loki side ruin any more of what was all ready fucked up in their relationship. finding his way to the back spot of the theater he met his client, giving the usual demand of the card first and then the drugs. he was finding that it was easier to keep the drugs in small cannisters that almost looked like something out of a coin machine, the ones that gave small prizes for a few coins. after swiping the card he handed it back to it's owner, waiting for the green light to say he had enough, before reaching back into his backpack and pulling out one of the cannisters. thor? a voice interrupted. at first he didn't recognize who was talking to him but edmund's client sprinted off, not wanting to be involved in what was about to happen. as he turned to see his brother he stopped for a moment, stuffing the card slider into his pocket. "hey des." he answered, unsure of what else he could say to his brother.
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Post by Desmond Tatum Thorton on Mar 26, 2013 21:32:36 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ]maybe you can come save me WORDS 429 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED THOR SCOTT Des wasn't sure what to really think at the moment. There was a part of him that wished that he had been wrong about his suspicions. It had been a while since he had seen Thor so he wasn't too sure how to approach him now. Add on his guilty feelings about what happened last time and his nerves going haywire, he was at a loss. He watched his brother's client sprint off and he bit his lower lip a little. "hey des." He fought back his nerves for the moment and gave his brother a smile. "Hey." It was a sincere smile despite his nerves and his thoughts. He waited a moment just to be sure that the guy really had left before he even dared continuing on. "It's good to see you, mate." And it was so very true for the youngest Thorton. He had been worried about his brother and he knew that he needed to make amends with his brother for their last meeting.
In the while it has been since the two had seen each other, Des knew that his guilt would continue to stay until he apologized at least. Plus, there was still so much that he needed to make amends for and he still owed Thor so much. It was nice to see that his brother wasn't furious or anything, at least that's what Des figured for the moment. But Des still had a genuine smile on his face despite a far off sadness in his blue eyes. "Um, how have you been?" It might be easy to see that Des was nervous but he didn't really know what to say. But he wondered a bit if Thor would be able to notice his changes. He rubbed his arm a little, wondering what to do or say. He couldn't really remember a time when things were this tense. Well, tense wasn't the right word really.
Maybe awkward was the better term. Des wasn't all that sure though. But it didn't really matter anymore. "I'm sorry about what happened when we last talked. I'm really, really sorry." He said finally after a minute of silence. Maybe with this apology, he could stop feeling as nervous and guilty. But he had to take responsibility for what he had done and said. With that said, he fell back into silence, unsure of what to say or even do now. He just hoped that maybe, they could start over again. If he was just given one more chance, maybe he could start making things right again.
Notes: I'm sorry! Dx I just had so much muse for him. And let me know if this post is bad and I'll fix it immediately.
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Post by EDMUND ALEXSKI THORTON on Apr 5, 2013 23:52:50 GMT -5
was there anything that could be deemed appropriate for edmund to say to his brother? probably not. he didn't give a damn about what was supposed to be said though because he knew that nothing really could be said after their last argument. was it really much of an argument? in a way it was. des had been half out of it and twisting every single word edmund said to spit it back at him. edmund had handled tougher shit than des could ever attempt to throw his way with his stupid thoughts but that was the problem, his thoughts. they were the dangerous part of him now and that was something edmund didn't know how to handle. he liked to be in control far too much to have to put up with the unknown. even this place had been utter shit until he figured out what he needed to to get things going his way but that was something he could do. he could only smirk for a second as des said it was good to see him. he could give him hell for calling him mate but that was just fine. it had been what he wanted when he first arrived here, before des constantly found himself in different situations for trouble.
"good." he shrugged, "business is still growing on a daily basis, but that's how it goes here." there was no point in hashing out all the parts of business. he took on a business partner who wasn't des. he brought someone into his world that des knew nothing about and would continue to know nothing about as long as edmund could help it. des could barely handle himself, let alone the low lifes that edmund dealt with on a daily basis. "what about you?" he questioned, "been in a show or something?" the last thing edmund knew about his brother was that he had done plays, but that was something he had always done, and that deer had been in his life. deer was one aspect of des' life he didn't give a damn about, but that didn't need to be discussed. the silence was more than welcomed on edmund's part because he couldn't think of anything more to say. they could have passed for complete strangers with their pointless chatter instead of brothers. "sorry doesn't always cut it." he said in a serious tone, "i've told you before and i'll tell you again, actions speak louder than words. you have that damn sympathy working against you though so apology accepted i suppose." he smirked a bit, knowing that des would always be the one to apologize. it was just what he did and edmund didn't expect anything less than that. if there wasn't some sort of apology then he would know that des was truly gone.
it's so bad. you have to go.
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Post by Desmond Tatum Thorton on Apr 8, 2013 22:41:45 GMT -5
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"good. business is still growing on a daily basis, but that's how it goes here." Des nodded and looked at Thor once more. "Well, it's good that your business is doing well. I'm happy for you." He gave his brother a smile, showing that he meant what he said. he might hate drugs but that didn't mean that he couldn't be happy for Thor even though he sold all those drugs that Des hated. "what about you? been in a show or something?" Des nodded, taking a couple steps forward before deciding to talk. He might as well try and make things a bit more comfortable for a start. "I'm doing well. I've been eating better, been exercising a little more, moved in with Bambi, got two little husky pups. And yeah, I just got done with yet another one, Henry IV." He had smiled happily at the mention of Bambi and the pups, making him feel a little better.
"But um, I think the best news is that the emotionless side is gone for good. I think Loki may be as well but I'm not too sure. He hasn't surfaced in a long while so he may be dormant. But, um, yeah. Just thought I'd let you know since you were trying to help and all." He rubbed the back of his neck again. He wondered if Loki really was gone. "Also, I've been going to therapy every other week. Bambi and I thought it would be best. I've been going mainly to try and get rid of Loki and the other side but it's also been helping with my other problems. I may stop going soon now that they're gone or dormant, with Loki." The thing Des liked about his therapist is that they never once called him crazy. That was one of the major things that kept Des from going in life. He didn't want anyone calling him crazy. But he knew he called himself crazy on many occasions and was trying to fix it.
"sorry doesn't always cut it." When he heard this, the smile faded from his lips. He didn't know what else to do then so he just remained silent. "i've told you before and i'll tell you again, actions speak louder than words. you have that damn sympathy working against you though so apology accepted i suppose." He looked up to his brother to see the small smirk on Thor's lips. So it was accepted after all. That made Des feel a little better now. He gave his brother a small smile and a nod, "Thanks, brother." Taking another step closer to his brother, Des took a breath. He knew that he was rushing this but he wanted to ask what was on his mind. He decided to wait a little longer to ask what was on his mind. There was no use in rushing things. It could wait a couple more minutes.
Notes: just let me know if the post is bad and I'll get to it when I can.
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Post by EDMUND ALEXSKI THORTON on May 27, 2013 18:22:45 GMT -5
edmund almost let out a laugh as des claimed that he was happy for him because business was doing well. this was coming from his brother, who hated all aspects of drugs, and who wanted to blame him for the deaths of anyone and everyone in england. now he was happy that business was thriving amongst the dead as well? now that was ironic. edmund knew he could take the blame for many deaths by his own two hands, but that was different from selling drugs. he wasn't the one forcing a person to take them, he was only the supplier. "sounds like you've been keeping busy." he said, making sure to hold his tongue from saying anything that would completely break des. eating and exercising were good things. moving in with deer and getting pups were another thing. des could barely take care of himself, how was he supposed to take care of an animal? even if he didn't care for deer he supposed if she was willing to put herself in des' life and move in with him she was ready to really get to know him. whether or not it lasted in the long wrong was another thing.
"that's good." he said, unsure if he wanted to bring up the fact that the other side likely wasn't around because they hadn't been around each other. it was only when they were together that it seemed to come out. it had threatened him after all. "therapy?" he questioned as his eyebrows furrowed. edmund had never been one to believe in that sort of thing, either you dealt with your problems or you didn't. it was as simple as that. you didn't need to talk to a person who might as well have been a wall to get your feelings out. edmund only needed to punch things when angered and everything was taken care of. talking about it did nothing to help. des was a different case though. he needed to talk to someone, whom he might as well pay to listen to him, if that made him feel better. edmund didn't have time to listen to it all. "i suppose that's a good thing so long as it's worked." he commented, unsure of what else to say. he realized that des had been moving closer towards him, slowly but surely. "is there something else you want?" he questioned with a raised brow, "because i'm not selling a thing to you mr. actor."
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Post by Desmond Tatum Thorton on May 31, 2013 3:13:06 GMT -5
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"sounds like you've been keeping busy." Des chuckled a bit and nodded. "Yeah, I've been trying to keep myself busy but not too busy so that I have time to myself to relax." Des was a workaholic, plain and simple. He always put his mind on the tasks ahead of him and wouldn't stop working and working until he passed out. And yes, he knew it was a bad thing but he couldn't really help it. He didn't like letting anyone down and he still didn't. "that's good." Des nodded before he looked at his brother. "Yeah, it is. I do like not having that controlling negative voice in the back of my mind." He chuckled softly before looking down. Alright, that was a poor attempt at humor but at least he was trying to make this whole moment more comfortable for himself.
"therapy? i suppose that's a good thing so long as it's worked." Des nodded slightly at the question. It's what he and Bambi thought was best. "It really does help, getting out all that stuff so that it isn't locked away and causing more damage. Of course, I can't tell him everything, like the stuff about us," he motioned between himself and Thor before continuing on, "but it's really nice to just talk without being called crazy for everything." Des had known that he was pretty out there and it only got worse with those two sides but he didn't want to seem like a loon to anyone else but himself. And he was trying not to think of himself that way anymore but it was hard. But at least he was trying his best. That's all that could be asked of him, right?
"is there something else you want? because i'm not selling a thing to you mr. actor." Des began to fidget a bit at this, slightly tugging at the sleeves of his leather jacket. He knew what Thor meant by that because of the whole ordeal about him getting drugs and almost using them the last time Thor was around. "It's not that...I don't want to buy anything from you." He took a breath to calm his nerves and decided that this was the best time to ask. "Um, will you give me another chance? I know I probably don't deserve it but I just wanted to know..." He trailed off, tugging at his sleeves and looking down at the ground. He had done this before a couple times as a child and that's what he must have looked like, a child.
Notes: hopefully this post makes sense ^^;
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Post by EDMUND ALEXSKI THORTON on Jun 11, 2013 16:42:15 GMT -5
a controlling negative voice in the back of his head? that was what des had decided to call that loki now? perhaps it was an upgrade of sorts considering it didn't have a name any more as if it was another person. edmund still wasn't sure how he felt about the whole loki situation, considering he wasn't sure what to think. it was real, that other side to des, that much was certain but as for everything that had led up to it's creation as well as what brought it out bothered him. how did someone explain another side to themself? there was a difference between saving face and just being unstable. the only thought edmund had led him to believe that des was unstable in his own mind for whatever reason. the blame game wouldn't get either of them very far no matter how many times it was played. "i can't imagine you do." he muttered, wondering if he could be considering a controlling negative voice. now that was a joke. he was more controlling than most and wasn't always a voice of reason, rather a voice of encouragement no matter the results.
he sighed, a bit relieved, as des mentioned that even with all of his talking he didn't mention their own situation along with the problems of the voice in the back of his head. in order ot get rid of a problem on had to find the root of it, so perhaps by not talking about his own brother des' problem didn't lie between the two of them. that was possible, although edmund still wasn't sure. for all their times together that loki had manifested in one way or another. edmund forced himself to bite his tongue as des mentioned being not being called crazy as one of the nice aspects of talking in therapy. he had to remind himself that anyone else would have thought that des was crazy for his other side. it wasn't normal nor would it ever be considered normal. hell, crazy was the best word to describe the entire situation that des was in. "what, are you saying what i have isn't good enough for you now?" he questioned as des spoke, "because you're not buying from anyone at all as far as i'm concerned or you'll have trouble talking at that therapy once i'm done with you." then the therapist would really start asking questions but des would be unable to answer a single one of them.
"another chance at what?" edmund questioned as des wouldn't even look him in the eyes, "if you're going to try to ask for something that you think you deserve you can at least have the decency of looking at me instead of acting like a scared kid." that's right, des was like a scared little kid, or rather kitten. he was always trying to hard not to impose on others even if it only made his own situation more difficult. what did he want another chance at though? a fight? not likely. then all of his therapy would have gone down the drain in an instant.
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Post by Desmond Tatum Thorton on Jun 13, 2013 4:17:01 GMT -5
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He heard a slightly relieved sigh escape his brother when he mentioned that he never spoke of Thor to his therapist. He gave Thor a smile. He had made that mistake a couple times before, each time believing that he didn't deserve another chance but Thor continued to give them to him. And Des was very glad for that. He really did hate letting his older brother down and he wished he could punish himself every time he did let Thor down. Well, punish himself more than he already did he supposed. "what, are you saying what i have isn't good enough for you now?" Des' eyes widened in shock. "No! That's not what I meant..." he started to say before Thor continued. "because you're not buying from anyone at all as far as i'm concerned or you'll have trouble talking at that therapy once i'm done with you." Des nodded, rubbing his arms a little to keep him from panicking.
"I know. And that's what I meant when I said that I wasn't going to buy anything from you. I'm never buying drugs again if I can be perfectly honest. When I feel depressed, I'll do what you told me that day and come to you or find something to do to take my mind off of it." He took a breath and honestly felt a little more eased now that he had said all of that. He was still a scaredy cat in all honesty but he was trying to build himself up a little. "another chance at what?" Des lowered his head a little and backed up a couple of steps. He was giving them space and trying to think of the best way to say it without looking like a fool. Although, it might be a bit too late for that. "if you're going to try to ask for something that you think you deserve you can at least have the decency of looking at me instead of acting like a scared kid." Well, that was a bit hard to do with Thor unless he was angry with him or blissful.
He kept his gaze on the floor for a moment as he took deep breaths to calm his raising nerves. After another breath, he looked right at Thor and tried not to mess with his sleeves as he moved a couple steps closer to Thor once more. "I want another chance to fix things between us if you're willing to bear with me again. I don't want things to be left like this anymore. I know I've been an idiot and that I've messed things up badly but I want to fix it." He took a breath and continued to stand tall as he continued on. "And I trust you, Thor. I realized that after that day we last saw each other when I was so unsure. You're the only one I really can trust. So I'm sorry for being an idiot and messing things up but please let me try and fix this." There was a slight wishful and pleading look in his blue eyes as he waited for what Thor had to say.
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Post by EDMUND ALEXSKI THORTON on Jul 31, 2013 19:45:46 GMT -5
edmund let out a laugh at des' response to his drug comment realizing that his own brother had thought he was being serious rather than joking. even if he claimed he was never going to buy drugs again that didn't mean it wouldn't happen considering he mentioned what to do when he was depressed. at least he had remembered what edmund said for once. "that sounds about right." he said, failing to find a need to let des in on the fact that he had been joking. he watched des take a few steps back, his gaze still failing to meet his own. edmund knew he was intimidating, that was just a fact of life, but that didn't mean he wanted to watch everyone cower in fear before him save for a select few but even those were on a special occassion. when des seemed to have stopped fidgeting and finally approached him once more he waited, unsure if he'd care for what his brother had to say.
that's when des started to explain himself but edmund was left without words. bear with him again? edmund would always stick with his brother, even if it wasn't in a way others deemed appropriate meaning he didn't have to be his constant companion and always around. from the sidelines or rather the bleachers had been working just fine up until this point. fix it? did des mean he wanted to fix himself or his relationship with his brother? no matter which was the correct choice the real question was how would he go about doing that. what could be done at this point? the only thing des said that made sense to him was the fact that he was the only one his brother could trust, whether he liked it or not. it had taken des long enough to finally figure that out though. why it had been lost in the first place remained a mystery to edmund. after a moment he realized it was time for him to say something. "what exactly do you want to fix and how do you suppose you'll go about doing it?" he questioned, unsure of what else to say. nothing was going to magically be fixed in in the dirge.
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Post by Desmond Tatum Thorton on Aug 16, 2013 4:23:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ]maybe you can come save me WORDS 446 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED THOR SCOTT Upon hearing Thor's laugh, Des looked a bit surprised at him. Was there a joke or something that he missed? He wouldn't doubt that he missed something, he tends to do that from time to time. As he thought back to what it could be, it was very possible that it was something he said. He needed to catch these things a lot better in the future or at least try to understand things a bit better. "that sounds about right." Des nodded, not really sure what to do or say. He then began to rub his arm a bit after his sudden little burst of courage. In their constant fights back in life, he had hardly ever had trouble standing up against Thor. So what had changed? Perhaps he was scared more easily here? He wasn't too sure but it wasn't worth it to try and figure it out right now.
But Des had said what was on his mind and what he really wanted to do. Of course, he hadn't given much thought to anything but that so it was something he felt needed to be done. Of course, he still mainly felt it was his fault so he wanted to make things right or as right as he could make them. He just wanted to try something, or rather anything at this point in time. "what exactly do you want to fix and how do you suppose you'll go about doing it?" He rubbed his arm and looked to the ground for a moment. He knew he didn't have any sort of plan to try and fix things between them but he needed to figure out something. After another moment of thought, he figured out something to at least say to his older brother. But would it sound odd or strange to Thor? He wasn't too sure but he needed to at least say something right now.
"I'll do whatever it takes to at least try and fix things. And what I want to fix is our relationship. I want to at least try not to mess everything up anymore and I want us to be at a point where we'll be okay. I know we can't go back to the way we were when we were kids and I'm not going to force it to be that way. I feel like I've been messing up all that we've done so I want to try and fix it." He wanted to fix his mistakes and all those times that he messed things up. And he truly meant that he'd do whatever it takes to make things a little bit better in his mind.
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Post by EDMUND ALEXSKI THORTON on Sept 1, 2013 18:44:21 GMT -5
do whatever it took? well so long as loki was gone and des stopped with that edmund figured that things would be better. as for not messing up any more that was another story. des was going to have to work on that on his own because edmund didn't have time to follow him around to babysit and make sure that he didn't fuck things up. "it'll never be like when we were kids." he sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, "you're going to have to let go of that. it's unrealistic." after everything that had happened between the both of them there was nothing that could bring them back to that point save a time machine but even that wouldn't be a cure all or possible. being alive after death was strange enough but time traveling still sounded out of the question. "i can't think of what you're going to fix but we'll be ok." he shrugged, "so long as you keep on about not messing up things should be fine." what was he supposed to say? although he was usually one for favors or bribes he couldn't exactly recall every little thing that des had done since arriving in the dirge nor could he put a value on what would need to be done to make it up. he didn't care to play that game. not at this point anyway. "so unless you all ready have something in mind just let it go." he concluded.
short. too short.
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