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Post by JDGreat on Jul 6, 2012 4:50:44 GMT -8
RUST: WORK OUT MUSIC [/u][/url] (click to listen!)[/center] Bobbing his head slightly (somehow, considering his position) to the introductory guitar riff, Rust Kekise balanced himself against the wall of his dorm, shirtless and without shoes. He was only wearing a baggy pair of dark blue workout pants and some black tape around his hands. Cal had seemingly gone out again, so the dorm was his for the day. And so, a work out seemed ideal. Thanks to a nearby stereo he assumed belonged to Cal, he'd found an old workout playlist CD of his and just let the music play. He'd been at it for about 30 mins so far and the next song was just starting up. After his talk with Ace in the woods, he'd just felt like he would rather stay in and actually get a bit of physical work done. And seeing as the majority of the people who used the gym were 17 or older on the island, plus with most of them possibly knowing Secernia, laying low whilst doing this stuff seemed to make the most sense. Sure, he wasn't feeling AS bad as he did earlier in the morning, but he wasn't an idiot. Majority of people still thought he was a woman beating psychopath. Rust was having the hardest time convincing himself he wasn't. Ace had helped. A lot. At least he could actually face going to meet up with Gabrielle tomorrow at the cafe. Anyway, that was besides the point. Workout. Stress Relief. Bit of martial arts practice here and there, but mostly just exercises to keep himself in shape. Leading to his position right now. Balanced upside down on his hands at at the moment, shoulders, using the wall as a leverage, Rust waited for the main guitar riff to properly kick in, still bobbing to the introductory beat. And at 0:15 seconds, he began, pushing his full body up in vertical push ups. 1....2....3....4....5....His target was 20, though he knew if he started feeling dizzy he'd have to stop and fast. No use risking a pulmonary oedema. And it was getting fairly treacherous enough as it was. He was fairly worn out from the previous 30 minutes of work out, not to mention sweaty and slippery. Unfortunately, Rust Kekise, mechanic extraordinaire had somehow broken the lock and had not yet gotten around to fixing it. As such, it slowly began to open up, the squeaking being masked by the loud rock music. |
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Post by 'Rags' Silvio Matthews on Jul 8, 2012 6:37:16 GMT -8
Silvio walked down the hall in the dorm building, looking for his own, however he wasn't quite sure if he was even in the right area. He grimaced a bit at this. Rags wasn't a big fan of new things. Regardless, he figured that he was gonna have to meet some people here anyway and see if any of them were skilled in the ways he could find useful. He found one dorm, and decided that he'd pop in and ask where the hell he was.
He stood in front of the door for a moment, listening to hear the music playing from beyond the door. Rags had his gun in the inner pocket of his torn and ripped designer jacket, holes at the knees of his old baggy jeans. "Hey anyone home?" He called with a slightly authoritative voice.
The music must have been too loud. He didn't get a reply, or at least didn't hear one. Rags sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. He opened them again and turned the knob of the door, pushing in with a broad and forceful swing. "YO, HELLO. PEOPLE." He greeted.
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Post by JDGreat on Jul 8, 2012 7:32:19 GMT -8
SLAM!
The door swung round and smashed Rust in a complete shot, hitting his entire body in one go and flattening him. Shock flared through his system for a moment, before the door swung away again and allowed him to fall to the floor in a daze.
...mommy...what was the number of that bus...? his abused brain groaned as small flickers of light danced in his vision. Slumped, upside down by the door and stunned, Rust just watched the pretty stars for a few moments until he heard the person crying out for attention.
"...hang on..." he muttered, slowly unfurling himself and dragging his battered body out from around the door, barely giving the guilty party a look. He walked, well, trudged over towards the CD player and switched it off at the plug, before shaking his head and clearing the cobwebs.
Then, the mechanic finally looked at who had disturbed him.
"Heard of knocking first, mate?"
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Post by 'Rags' Silvio Matthews on Jul 8, 2012 12:21:36 GMT -8
Rags laughed heartily whenever Rust was slammed by the door, and continued to do so when he was slumped on the floor afterwords, finding the whole situation quite humorous obviously. The boy stepped into the dorm room whenever the boy who lived here went to turn the music down. He took a look around at the set up, to see what he should expect for his own dorm. It seemed alright. Rags might have had a pretty luxurious pad back home, but he was more comfortable in squalor.
"I did knock, didn't I," He began, "But your music was to loud. Suppose I should apologize for banging into you there, but..." His smile widened a bit at the memory, "Damn that was funny." He glanced about the dorm for another moment before turning to the boy, "Name's Rags, and you are?" He said with no lack of charm.
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Post by JDGreat on Jul 8, 2012 13:27:06 GMT -8
"Rust Kekise." the Brit answered back, rubbing at his bandaged cheek. The cut from Secernia was still stinging like a bitch and time would tell whether or not it would scar. Personally, he hoped it wouldn't. He didn't need more of an indicator he wasn't to be trusted. His reputation was kind of in tatters at this point and he'd have to work hard to rebuild it.
Coughing slightly as he got his wind back, the mechanic was quick to recover and turned to Rags.
One name, huh? Reminds me of Ace a little.
Wordlessly, he opened up his laptop on the side to record that he only managed 19 reps and he'd have to catch up down the line. Shutting the work out program down, revealing his background to be a picture of him and his mom, he then got up and wandered over to the fridge.
"What's yer poison? Got beer, cider, bit of vodka, soda, water, milk, OJ, whatever."
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Post by 'Rags' Silvio Matthews on Jul 8, 2012 15:42:02 GMT -8
Rust glanced at the cut on the boy's cheek. He didn't question it though, not wanting to be entirely rude the first time he ever spoke to the guy. "Nice to meet ya, Rust. Hate to barge in and all, just thought, I might introduce myself to my new neighbor." He said with a warm look. He gestured to the right, "Dorm 10, my man, that's me."
He glanced at the screen with the background image of Rust with what appeared to Rags to be an attractive red-headed woman with delicate features and soft eyes. Rags wandered over to sit in front of the laptop to take a closer look with a whistle, barely hearing the question Rust posed to him for a moment.
"Huh? Oh, Beer'd be cool, dude." He said finally. After a moment he thought to add with a grin, "Damn Rust, you fucking rascal. You ain't too much in the looks department but you must have fucking skills with words to get your hands on her. How'd you manage that!" He joked as though they were already mates. After all, he needed to make a good first impression with these people.
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Post by JDGreat on Jul 8, 2012 22:06:01 GMT -8
"Dorm 10, huh? Was wondering when they'd move in." The mechanic muttered searching through the fridge and grabbing some cola for himself. "They've been touching it up yesterday so I assumed someone would be swinging by sometime soon. Though to be honest, kinda expected you coming at the weekend. S'Thursday, after all."
Still shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, the still shirtless Rust gingerly slipped on a plain white t-shirt, wincing as it passed over his shoulder cut, before hearing Rags request.
"Hope you don't mind if I accidentally give you pisswater. Not the best at choosing beers." the mechanic apologised in advance, tossing Rags a can of beer and cracking open his own, getting a bit of energy back as the ice cold fizzy drink went right down his throat.
Refreshi-what the fuck did he just say?
Staring at Rags properly, he saw the guy staring at the laptop screen, clearly with an impressed look on his face.
I say impressed, if he were any more turned on, his tongue would be hanging out like some dog.
"Okay then." Rust said, quite seriously but with a smile. "How's about this? We don't continue this line of conversation any further? She's a bit old for me, I think."
He took a sip of coke. Hopefully, that'd be enough to dissuade him.
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Post by 'Rags' Silvio Matthews on Jul 9, 2012 3:32:49 GMT -8
Rags took the drink off him easy enough, cracking it open and taking a good gulp of it. He looked at the can and shrugged, throwing his arm over the side of the chair he was sitting on. "It's piss water, but fuck it, doesn't matter." He said casually. "Thanks anyway, Rust."
He raised his eyebrows whenever Rust made it clear he didn't want to talk about it any more, but this didn't seem to fully register with Rags. "A bit old for you? I'd say she looks maybe twenty something, early thirties max. Hey if you don't want her then I call dibs, you know what they say about red heads." He insinuated, taking another drink.
"Then again, curtains mightn't match the carpet." He added.
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Post by JDGreat on Jul 9, 2012 4:05:21 GMT -8
"PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT."
Rust spat his entire coke back into the can, foam spraying everywhere. He coughed a few times, hacking his lungs up as the soda went down the wrong way. Eventually, he recovered and just stared at Rags.
"Dude, what the hell?!" he cried out, British accent more pronounced now. "No! Absolutely not! No taking dibs whatsoever!" he yelled in a comedic fashion . "Family resemblence, do you not see it?! Nonononoononnonononono!"
Sputtering over his words, he tried to recover his poor brain, not liking where this conversation was headed. This dude had literally just walked in the door and now he was hitting on his MOM?!
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Post by 'Rags' Silvio Matthews on Jul 9, 2012 4:21:21 GMT -8
Rags gave him a confused look whenever he started choking into the can. "You alright, dude?" He wondered, just before he started jumping down his throat. Rags raised an eyebrow, more taken aback than anything else.
"Alright fine no dibs on your sister or aunt or cousin or whatever. Don't know what the big deal is, just pointing out how your family has attractive female genetics. You should be flattered bro." He grinned, finding the situation becoming humorous.
The idea that the woman might be his mother didn't even cross Rags' mind. He took another drink of his beer and leaned back in the chair, relaxing as though Rust wasn't having a freak out. He had learned to let this kind of shit go off his back like water off a duck. No worries.
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Post by JDGreat on Jul 9, 2012 4:52:07 GMT -8
Steam could almost be seen rising off of Rust.
"YOU'RE HITTING ON MY MOM! YOU JACKASS!" he yelled aloud, thoroughly peeved by now. The Coke was forgotten as the mechanic tried to wash his face. "C'mon man! You know the rules of this game! No whacking off to someone else's mom!"
Realising a towel wasn't gonna cut it, he sighed and got up, heading to the bathroom.
"Give me a second and we'll talk it out! But GODDAMN!"
The bathroom door closed.
Ding! You have mail.
From: julie.kekise@yahoo.com
To: rust.kekise94@yahoo.com
Subject: Settling in okay? New Friends?
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Post by 'Rags' Silvio Matthews on Jul 9, 2012 5:17:29 GMT -8
Rags laughed a bit at Rust getting so worked up about it. "Sorry! Sorry! Didn't know you'd be so touchy about it, besides, I hardly knew that she was your mom..." He thought about that for a second, milf. Rags wondered what kind of guy would allow a complete stranger to just chill out in front of their computer while they went to the bathroom. How much faith, Rags mused, that boy must have in humanity. He clicked into the e-mail. It was a typical motherly email about making new friends and hoping that he's finding everything okay. Also informing her son that she had someone fix the stove, but it wasn't as good as her boy would've done. Yadda yadda. Rags clicked the 'reply' button. Hello there beautiful, yes Rust has made friends here at Solstice, I'm one of them. Allow me to introduce myself, name's Rags. My good friend Rust showed me his desktop picture of you and I must say you are gorgeous. Babe, I was wondering if you'd like to have a conversation or two with me, number's 087-654-5563. I'd love to hear from you sweetheart. I'm 18, so legal, and if you need any spare pair of hands around, you let me know, I'd be happy to oblige. ; ) He clicked send quickly, just as he heard the door creak open once again. He suppressed the grin he felt growing on his face. |
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Post by JDGreat on Jul 9, 2012 5:37:49 GMT -8
"Alright, maybe we got off on the wrong foot. After all, you had no idea right? S'my own fault for acting up like that and I wholeheartedly apolog-" Rust walked back in, eyes scanning the email Rags had just sent. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?!" RUST V RAGS: WHY YOU SHOULDN'T HIT ON MOM (click to listen!)[/center] -Thirty seconds later- The AA was twice it's normal size and through the wall, barely missing Rags' head. A few screams from next door indicated that the glowing blue limb had clearly interrupted something important, especially with the female squeal of "What the hell is this?! I didn't sign up for this kind of shit!" Rust, meanwhile, was staring at Rags, fire in his eyes! " YOU SON OF A BITCH!" |
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Post by 'Rags' Silvio Matthews on Jul 10, 2012 2:19:54 GMT -8
Whenever Rust came in, Rags had just sent off the email with a smug look on his face. He turned and raised his eyebrows at the guy, taking a swig of beer. "Hey, No problem, It's totally understandable." He accepted his apology.
"Oh this? Ah just thought I'd say hello." He said with a suave tone to his voice. He grinned, feeling the energy build in the room as Rust got more and more angry.
Thirty seconds later, Rags was laughing hysterically, running around to dodge the AA, and saying that "DUDE YOU SHOULD CALM DOWN! TAKE A JOKE. IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU HAVE A MILF!" He snickered, barely dodging a blow from the fist by jumping over it.
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Post by JDGreat on Jul 10, 2012 2:24:59 GMT -8
The Arm retracted as Rust's face went bright red.
"HELL IS FILLED...WITH PEOPLE LIKE YOU!"
Not even realising he'd broken his vow not to summon the AA that much anymore, said Arm rocketed out again, aiming to grab at Rags' legs whilst he was in midair. Meanwhile, Rust himself had ran straight at the guy, firing a boot right towards the guy's mid-section. Unfortunately, when the AA jerked Rags away, Rust passed underneath him harmlessly and ended up booting open his own door, shattering the lock again.
A couple of students who had been harmlessly walking through the corridor flinched and squealed upon seeing a shirtless Rust kick down his own door in a fury. The mechanic didn't even pause as he turned back around and marched right back in, veins in his head throbbing.
"Call her that again! CALL HER THAT AGAIN! I DARE YOU, I DOUBLE DARE YOU, MOTHER FUCKER! CALL HER THAT ONE MORE GODDAMN TIME!"
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Post by 'Rags' Silvio Matthews on Jul 10, 2012 2:37:28 GMT -8
As Rust came barging back into the room, Rags had an excited smile on his face. He felt the adrenalin pumping dodging this gifted bastard with the hot mom, and had no intention of backing down. He started cursing him out now, and that just made Rags snarl a little as he smiled.
He walked towards him, pulling out his gun with his right hands, the word 'thug' could be seen before the metal caught the light. "Mother. I'd. Like. To..."
He raised the gun up and turned off safety: "Fu--
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Post by JDGreat on Jul 10, 2012 2:57:32 GMT -8
The Astral Arm's claw enveloped Rags' gun and wrenched, tossing the gun to the side and leaving Rags completely open for the shoulder tackle by Rust. This slammed him into the wall, where Rust then lifted him by his jacket, pulled a fist back and...
I JUST SHOOK THE HANDSHAKE! I JUST SEALED THE DEAL!!!
He cursed as MGMT rang out, pinning Rags to the wall via his Astral Arm.
"Look, sorry about this. It'll only take a second." he apologised before bringing the phone to his ear and answering the call.
"Yo, Ace, what's up? Kinda busy here.
I'm sorry I answered the phone late. This jackass just barged into my room and I'm teaching him a lesson!
Ace, he hit on my Mom.
Ah, gotcha. Sugar? The hell? Nothing wrong with bitter coffee.
Oh fine, next time I see you, I'll bring you some sugar.
Batteries too? What do you need those for?
OH GOD NO! I didn't think anything like that, honest!"
The poor mechanic blushed a deep red.
"I KNEW YOU MEANT THE REMOTE!
Honest.
Hang on a sec."
Rust slammed Rags against the wall via AA one more time.
"Yeah sure, I'm game for meeting up later.
I'm bringing sugar, batteries and chips, right?
Money? Screw that, you always cheat. Well could be worse. At least, it isn't strip.
Yeah, I'll have fun with the jackass. Alright take care. You too Ace. Later."
He hung up and took a breath with a grin.
"The girl just knows how to cheer me up. Now then...WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU SAYING ABOUT MY MOM?!"
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Post by 'Rags' Silvio Matthews on Jul 10, 2012 3:05:39 GMT -8
Rags' expression dramatically altered whenever the guy said 'yo, ace'. His grin faltered noticeably. He didn't even really fight back whenever he was it into the wall. His eyes were simply wide and he tried to listen to the conversation. Eventually he gathered his bearings. She was meant to be in this place after all, right? I mean, that is what brought him here, partly.
"ACE ACE YOU HEAR ME?!? ITS RAGS!! ACE!!!" He shouted, finally bringing himself to struggle against the arm that held him pinned."RUST! THE FUCK, LOOK, FORGET ABOUT YOUR MOM!! I NEED TO SEE ACE!" He shouted, punching at the astral arm, nostrils flaring like a bull.
"AND... WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING? THE FUCK MAN, NO, NOT ACE, YOU CAN FUCK OFF!" He shouted loudly, obviously getting quite frustrated with being held back. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth formed into a snarl.
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Post by JDGreat on Jul 10, 2012 3:10:29 GMT -8
Rust was taken aback by Rags sudden shift in demeanour. So much so that he let go with the AA and de-summoned it.
"Dude, what the hell? Nothing's going on. She's a good friend, that's al-OHHHHH!"
The lightbulb dawned and Rust grinned evilly, though not maliciously.
"Not so nice the other way round, is it, Rags? Oh, poor diddums, scared that Ace is looking out for herself?"
He laughed but then raised his hands in peace.
"Look, we're both getting heated here. Ace is fine. I don't see her in that way, she's more of a bro than anything, alright? All she was doing was inviting me round to play poker later. That's all, ma-"
THUNDERBOLT AND LIGHTNING, VERY VERY FRIGHTNING! ME!
Rust's face paled as he took the phone out again.
"E-err...hi Mom...
About that email...
WHAT?!
...yes ma'am..."
He held the phone out to Rags.
"It's for you." he said, grumpily.
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Post by 'Rags' Silvio Matthews on Jul 10, 2012 3:17:18 GMT -8
Rags glared at Rust as he began to explain, but expected that Ace must be okay at the very least. What could he really expect anyway, I mean, I hadn't seen her for the better part of 5 years... I couldn't have expected her to wait for me or anything He thought. He still felt really angry at the guy, but figured they were even.
He shook his head, breathing slower to calm himself down, "It's alright..." He said, suddenly a lot more chilled out, "Peace..."
This peace was interrupted by the ringing phone. A grin returned to Rags' face whenever he greeted his mother. His eyebrows raised with mild surprise whenever the phone was offered to him, but he accepted it graciously.
"Hello, this is Rags speaking..." He said with a slight spanish accent, a grin growing on his face.
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Post by JDGreat on Jul 10, 2012 3:28:21 GMT -8
A sugary sweet British accent came over the phone.
"Hi there Rags, is it? Whatever, doesn't matter. I got your email you sent a few minutes ago and judging by your tone, you seem to have a thing for older women. I expect Rusty's already made his point very clear on the matter and I'm assuming a wall's broken by now. Don't worry about that, he's a mechanic, he'll get something sorted out about that.
Now, I can't say I'm not flattered by your offer, sweetie, trust me. It's nice to still be appreciated by the odd teenager now and then, but I'm gonna make one thing clear for you, big boy.
Make any remarks about my body or what you would plan to do to it again and I will crush your rapidly shrinking testes between two bricks. And it's not 'baby', it's Miss Taylor to you, now. Alright pumpkin?"
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Post by 'Rags' Silvio Matthews on Jul 10, 2012 3:36:48 GMT -8
Rags raised an eyebrow at her words, grin remaining exactly where it was.
"Yes, That's right. I'm liking your ferocity, Miss Taylor... So I take it that you're available then? I mean, with the Miss part... I'm not saying anything about that body of yours, Miss Taylor, nothing at all... Only to keep me in mind. I'll hand you back to your son now, if that's okay."
Her threat didn't even seem to phase him. He mouthed to Rust 'She so wants me' while he was on the phone, giving a thumbs up. "She says to fix the wall." He said to Rust, putting the phone on his shoulder for that moment to speak. He awaited the permission to hand it back to Rust.
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Post by JDGreat on Jul 10, 2012 3:41:40 GMT -8
It was all Rust could do to not just kneel down and punch this guy so hard in the balls he vomited them up. That rat bastard. However, a laugh sounded from down the phone.
"Well, that just proves what head you think with more. Although having a lovesick puppy following my every call would be entertaining, I'm afraid I'll have to pass. You're a little immature for my tastes. So long, Rags!"
Beep.
Rust had just buried his head in his hands.
"Oh god why? Oh dear Christ in Heaven, why?"
He was bright red with embarrassment, utterly mortified.
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Post by 'Rags' Silvio Matthews on Jul 10, 2012 3:48:29 GMT -8
Rags laughed when she hung up the phone, "She's thinking about it, trust me... She's just playing hard to get." He explained. Immature He thought to himself, I'm so not immature.
Rags went over to give Rust back his phone, a hearty pat on his shoulder, "Don't worry about it, my man. Just let the game be played."
He went back over to pick up the beer he had left by the laptop. "So, you're going to meet up with Ace later, eh?" He said before taking a swig. "What's she doing now anyways? Where's she staying? Mind if I tag along?" He finished the can and squeezed his fist to crumple the can. "What has she been up to since the shit with my father?"
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Post by JDGreat on Jul 10, 2012 3:59:03 GMT -8
I DON'T WANT THE GAME TO BE PLAYED WITH MY FREAKING MOM!!!!!
Just taking the phone back from Rags, Rust sat down on the nearby couch, continuing to bury his head in his hands. However, the questions about Ace brought him right back.
That's...a lot of personal questions off the bat.
"Truth to be told, she's the one who's made me feel most welcome here." he answered honestly. "Been showing me round the forest. We looked out for each other when some wild animal thing attacked and she basically dragged me out of some stupid emo phase. She's a diamond, that one.
However... she hasn't mentioned anything about a guy named Rags at all. I don't ask about her past. She knows mine, but I trust her with that. If she doesn't trust me with hers, that's fine, but dude, she hasn't even talked about you. Once."
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