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 Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 4:39 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 4:41 pm
Tristan’s right hand began to fumble with the black tie almost choking him, he pulled it loosely and undid a few buttons of his shirt to reveal a danger mouse t-shirt beneath. He’d just been for a job interview to begin work as a sous-chef in a French restaurant called Champignon on the main high street.
He hopped into the nearest news-agents grabbing today’s newspaper, paying the clerk and walking outside to be hit by a sudden blast of cool air. Tris slowly walked toward a bench in-between two trees along the pavement, flicking through the pages to the housing section and took a seat on the bench.
He slowly flicked through the pages hoping to find something better then the bed and breakfast he was staying at currently.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 4:55 pm
"Hey jackass." A familiarly infuriating voice chimed over Tristan's shoulder. Remy wasn't dressed quite as well as Tristan was, but he was dressed stylishly and it was obvious that he took care of himself.
Remy's messy dark brown hair was styled up into a fauxhawk and his disturbing eyes were hidden behind a pair of two hundred and something dollar sunglasses. There was a very cocky smirk on his lips as he check out Tris from behind his dark frames.
"Watcha looking at?" He took a seat next to Tristan, balancing on the thin top of the back rest of the bench. Cigarette in hand he took a deep drag before he charge the cigarette and tossed it up into the air. It was a lot easier to just blow garbage up instead of having to find a trash can.
"Nice shirt by the way."
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 5:18 pm
The stench of cigarettes began to float around him and the smell made him feel sick ever since he quit a year ago. It only took a few seconds to recognise the voice that burned his ears drums. He didn’t speak for a few moments, continuing to flick through the pages of his newspaper and then stopped
‘’LeBeau’’ he glanced at Remy as he sat down, shifting slightly in his seat with discomfort.
‘’Still wearing those ridiculous glasses I see…Nothing of your concern’’ he spoke bluntly, closing the newspaper and then folding it in half. He saw the fiery ash from the small explosion of the cigarette falling near him and felt a small sting on the back of his neck from a piece.
He lifted a hand to rub his neck before turning toward Remy.
‘’What do you want?’’
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 6:53 pm
"You prefer I get lynched?" Remy asked sliding down on the bench and flicking up his glasses in one fluid motion.
"...Hold on. I already know th' answer t'dat." He blinked his eyes a few times and decide that despite the overcast sky it was still to bright for his eyes and moved down his sunglasses so he could see again.
"Medre. Did I get the back of your neck? Sorry." There was a tone in his voice that could really go either way. Maybe he was joking, maybe he was serious, but because his face was mostly unreadable it made it fairly difficult to determine.
"I was bored. Thought I'd say hi to an old.... I'd say friend, but that's got too much ******** irony behind it."
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 7:30 pm
He sat up straight stretching his back, side glancing over at Remy being correct in that yes, he would rather see him lynched and yes, he is about to leave. He pushed himself to the edge of the bench and then stood up, turning to face and look down at Remy.
‘’Yeah, you did.’’ He popped the newspaper in the back of his trouser pocket, pulling his white shirt over it and pulling up his sleeves a little.
‘’Yeah, well the next time you’re bored, bother someone else, yeh?’’ with that he began to walk down the street.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 7:49 pm
"But you're so fun to piss off." Remy began his souther drawl had pretty much vanished over the years living just the slightest of peppering in his words.
"You get this pulsing vein right over your forehead." He jumped up off of the bench and followed after him.
"And you're the only one who doesn't try to sleep with me."
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 7:58 pm
He rolled his eyes as Remy caught up with him, letting out a small grunt in the knowledge that it'd take more then walking away to shrug off Remy LeBeau.
'' No, not really. It just seems to be your forte'' his hands slipped into his pockets as his shorter legs picked up pace.
He let out a small scoff.
'' Are you really that suprised? The very thought repulses me.''
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 8:09 pm
"Really?" His smirked and slid hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.
"Because I'm fairly sure you got hard when I beat you up last month." He was grinning now. He sort of liked the antagonistic relationship he had with Tris. It was refreshing to have someone who disliked him so strongly. Everyone else just wanted to get into his pants.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 8:18 pm
He stopped in his step to turn to Remy..
"Just because I have masochistic tendencies doesn't mean I lower myself enough to act on them with you. I have taste, unlike the rest of the drooling millions who have apparently slept with you."
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 8:30 pm
"There's a huge difference between lust and love, Tris. And you do not need to even remotely like someone to want to ******** them. Or else I would never have gotten laid. No one likes me, but they all want me." He let out a yawn.
"Don't worry Tris. If you're attracted to my body it doesn't mean you hate me any less."
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 8:41 pm
Tristan let out a burst of laughter.
''You really do love yourself, don't you?''
He folded his arms across his chest looking up at Remy.
''Even if we were the last two men on earth Remy, I'd still rather just have a wank.''
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 8:55 pm
"Well. I know you're probably fairly good at taking care of yourself now." Oh. Burn. Remy was implying Tris couldn't get any.
"..Actually I'm pretty sure I'm fairly indifferent to myself. It's everyone else that wants my body."
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 4:11 am
He glared across at Remy before continuing to walk down the street.
''As hard as it might be for you to comprehend, I can go a day without needing sex''
" and giving yourself up to the blind...nice. Never knew you were such a charity worker, Remy."
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