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[reargunner]

ᴛᴇxᴛ | ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ | ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ | ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ



Leave a message if you want. I'll get back to you when I pick my comm up.

Or I won't.

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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Don't kill anyone with it unless it's self defense. Don't use it unless you know how - or go get training for it. And you have to sign it out. Like a goddamn library.

[He shrugs.]

Not a bad deal, honestly.

[reargunner]

[At that, Cain just has to laugh. He clears his glass again with a soft intake of air through his teeth immediately following.]

Gospodi, is that it? Had me thinking it was going to be something unreasonable.

[He's not immune to alcohol and with how much he's had in a short time, his accent is starting to slip out.]

Thanks for the tip. I'll remember that.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He hears it, but it's not the first time he's slipped a word in there that Jacob doesn't immediately recognize. There are a lot of languages he can pick up instantly; that isn't one of them.

That laugh is actually nice, though.]

Kay - he also goes by Sweeney or Red - is another inmate. He's a good guy and can get you shit that you want, but he's going to want something in return. [But at least that's familiar.]

[reargunner]

Sweeney, huh. Met him. Tall fucker.

[He makes a motion with his hand to indicate said 'tall'. Just seeing the guy sitting down had been enough to get an idea.]

In the greenhouses before the Flood started. I was just looking around.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Sitting on his fucking knoll, I bet. [Jacob's laugh is fond. Sweeney's a brother to him. Close enough to hurt - one of the few - but Jacob trusts him not to do so. Which is even more rare.]

Yeah, tall fucker. He's got some of my good drugs with him still.

[reargunner]

[The tone of his laugh is noted. Cain tends towards being naturally suspicious of everyone at first and Sweeney did not escape that, but he'll bear the fondness in mind.

He huffs lightly as he picks up the bottle of whiskey again, letting it rest in his hand as he lazily reads the label.]

Asked Abel about you. [His accent draws out over his words with a clear Russian twang.] He didn't tell you not to speak to me. Figured as much. Not his style.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[The humor in Jacob's face doesn't change. He thought as much and he doesn't mind.]

Yeah. Might have embellished that part a little.

You fucking narc.

[reargunner]

Abel's the only person here I trust not to screw me over, ever.

[Even Aerith, sweet as she is, hasn't taken that kind of spot yet. He pours himself another drink.]

So if I hear something about him and it doesn't sound right, then yeah, I'm gonna ask him about it. If that bothers anyone, they can jump off the deck for all I care.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[Jacob drops into a very Georgian drawl, not even trying to stop it.]

Man, I don't give a shit that you talked to him. Y'all got your own shit going on.

He's a good guy, as much as I don't get along with him.

[reargunner]

Yeah. Yeah, he is good.

[Better than Cain deserves, that's for sure, and he deserved better than all the shit he got put through even before the two of them met.

But he could easily go around in circles thinking about stuff like that.]

He can be a lot, I know. [A little snort. There's a certain softness about him with the current topic.] Too far up his own ass sometimes. I got used to that about him, though. He means well.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

First impressions are a hell of a thing.

[And Abel's had beenless than stellar.]

But he got me out of a rough spot last week, so it ain't like I got room to bitch about him.

[reargunner]

[Cain nods idly. That does sound like Abel, helping someone that doesn't even like him just because it was the right thing to do.]

I messed some shit up for him, showing up here. [There's no 'I think'. He's sure of it, even if Abel might deny it to his face.]

But it isn't as if I planned to.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He's a big boy. Adaptable. He'll figure it out.

Good you got someone looking out for you, though. It's shit being here alone.

[He taps his glass.]

My youngest brother came through here and graduated.

[reargunner]

[Another nod. With the number of times he's pulled himself up short with the thought that what he was about to do would probably make things harder for Abel, or be something he'd have to explain, or just... not something he wants to do because he's trying to be better for the second chance he was given, he's pretty sure that he would have already gone off the deep end if Abel wasn't here.

Funny how one person can make all the difference in the world.]

Oh yeah? [Back to sibling stuff. He cocks his head a little.] He's gone now?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Yeah. Graduated and fucked off to LA.

[John was always Joseph's scapegoat, the whipping boy, the one that could never do right. Joseph had been so disappointed in John for not coming back home after graduating, but further insight meant that he finally understood why.

John wanted to be free of Joseph's influence. Jacob does not.]

He and my warden were, I dont know, fucking or dating or whatever, which doesn't make things awkward at all.

[reargunner]

Haha, shit. Yeah, not at all.

[Awkward as fuck. Wow. Cain just shakes his head with a little snort.]

Weirdest thing about this place is the fraternising. Not gonna complain, though.

[He'd like to see anyone keep him away from Abel.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Nah, I ain't either. Not when I get more ass here than I ever did in Bumfuck, Montana.

[Which isn't a brag. He knows how it sounds. He's just as surprised.]

[reargunner]

[Smirk.

Admittedly Cain's not really looking for action, but it does tend to find him anyway.]

Know some places on Earth have weird names, but I've never heard that one.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Ain't its real name, dumbass. [He laughs.]

Hope County. But that sounds too pretty for what it was.

[reargunner]

[He snorts. He had been joking, but it's nice to get a laugh.]

Places like that always do. Never been to Earth, though.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Yeah? You live in a space station or something? Never really got the details.

[There's only so much science fiction he can handle.]

[reargunner]

[Cain scrunches his nose up a bit.]

Didn't think 'Mars colonies' was a metaphor, did you? I was born on Mars. The planet.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Look, colonies is a fucking vague term. Are they colonies on Mars, or are they colonies of Mars? I don't know how your fucking government works.

[He's grinning, though, mostly fucking with him at this point.]

[reargunner]

[The young man's lips twist as he fights a grin in turn.]

Colonies on Mars, mudak. Government's shit, though.

[That accent of his is sure from Earth though.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Government's always shit.

But they only last so long. [Which Jacob is always grateful for, considering the state of the fucking world.]

They'll blow themselves up at home.