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Post by syntax on Feb 18, 2012 11:53:17 GMT -5
 AND I AM A WEAPON OF MASSIVE CONSUMPTION AND IT'S NOT MY FAULT IT'S HOW[/b][/color][/size][/font] i ' m _ p r o g r a m m e d _ t o _ f u n c t i o n[/center] Phillip lifted his head, his whole face drawing towards its own center as he squinted against the abundant light. It was a beautiful day and he'd wanted desperately to be outside although, now that he was, he had no idea why he'd chosen the park. It was bustling with activity and he was neither part of a group involved in some kind of game (no matter how he wished that he was) nor walking one of the many dogs he saw out and about. Dogs. His stony mouth turned down slightly at the corners. They weren't his favorite animals, certainly (Phil had always been a cat person) and the ones around were simply proving another reason that he was a complete idiot at choosing where to spend his free time.
The dark-haired junior leaned back on his elbows in the grass, clutching the book in his hand pulling a bag of carrots from his neglected backpack. He glanced out over the water moodily. It was days when he was alone like this that he really missed England. Just the ability to call up someone you knew and have them turn up at your house in a manner of minutes was a luxury he would never fail to appreciate ever again. Of course, reminiscing about such things could only lead to the painful memory of his family and the still more painful memory (albeit in an entirely different way) of what he had recently begun to discover--or rather, suspect--about himself back home. The pain of potentially being gay and the deaths of his parents was the difference between the sharp pain of having suddenly been hit with a belt and the dull throb of an old break. The one hurt more in the short term, while the other was the kind that never really went away.
Either way, Phillip had a welt and a broken limb. Two different pains at the same time wasn't much of a blessing. He sighed loudly and threw himself back onto the ground heavily, opening his book to read.
Alright.
Make that three pains.
- WORDS: 348 - TAGGED: Amphi and Lawless <3
- NOTES: I AM SO EXCITED TO INTRODUCE THESE BOYS. YES. GO.
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Post by amphigoricide on Feb 18, 2012 12:12:48 GMT -5
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Lawless loved the park--he had always loved the park. He'd never admit the poncy, artsy reasons that he loved it but he was more than happy to own up to the "regular", physical aspects of his enjoyment. For one thing, Law had always had an affinity for the outdoors that was compounded by his love of animals. He always seemed to be outside with China, his constant companion, a three-year-old Australian Shepherd currently heeling obediently as he walked down the path. He would never understand how one could be outside with a dog and not find their enthusiasm for life both entertaining and contagious.
As the pair (human and dog) rounded a bend in the path, Lawless noticed a young guy, maybe his own age, sitting in the grass. Reading, maybe. And eating something from a plastic bag. Ordinarily, he knew, China wouldn't have looked twice at a stranger--presence of food or no--but, as he had slowed down, her doggy attention was wavering and she began to drift a little to the side. Laws never held onto her; China was trained well enough that he didn't ordinarily need to correct her, so he simply slipped the slim show lead into one of his pockets and let her do as she pleased, adjusting it only as needed. When she heard the tell-tale crinkle of plastic which usually indicated food, she pulled the leash from his pocket and trotted determinedly in the direction of the seated foreigner.
Lawless also knew better than to call out loudly or aggressively after his dog, as it only made her look more ferocious to others, so he merely trailed after her when she didn't respond to his first 'come' command. He simply called out, "She's friendly!" as he followed behind. When he arrived next to the other guy China had her face in his bag and was snuffling around resolutely. Laws bent to grab her leash and tugged sharply, calling her to a more appropriate heel with an apologetic look at his unlucky companion.
"I'm really sorry." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ DEDICATION: Calvin, Phillip; Syntax !
WORD COUNT: three forty-four !
COMMENTARY: Meeee toooo. Gah. This has been so long in coming... get excited. !
ACTORS:
Arthur Sales is the face of Lawless Odell Lane.
Diadora de Vanikoro is the face of his dog, China.
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Post by syntax on Feb 18, 2012 23:26:06 GMT -5
AND I AM A WEAPON OF MASSIVE CONSUMPTION AND IT'S NOT MY FAULT IT'S HOW [/b][/color][/size][/font] i ' m _ p r o g r a m m e d _ t o _ f u n c t i o n[/center] Phillip looked up, startled from his reading, at the call of an unfamiliar voice. It was not the source of the voice, however, that caught his attention when he looked up. A large, hairy... animal was coming toward him across the grass and it did not seem to have any qualms about entering his personal space and shoving its furry muzzle into his belongings. Phil's forehead wrinkled in mild concern and distaste as he pulled the Ziploc bag of carrots onto his lap and under his book. Lifting his gaze to the direction of the dog owner's face, squinting against the light, Phillip merely nodded stiffly at the apology.
"Don't worry about it," he told the stranger, his accent apparent even in fairly quiet monosyllables. "No harm, no foul." Despite the well-meant words, Phil couldn't quite keep the lack of affection from his voice. It wasn't that he disliked animals, necessarily, or that he was afraid of them. He just didn't have experience with dogs and he was vaguely uncomfortable around them, in the way that most people are with things that are unknown to them.
Phil's brief second glance upward told him that the strange guy was still there and he looked away uneasily. Not only did the dark-haired young man appear to be around his own age, he was also devilishly handsome. Not that he was attractive. Of course not. Phillip merely acknowledged his good looks in the way that he would acknowledge a member of the opposing team was good at volleyball. Observation, nothing more. Of course, Phil might as well introduce himself while the guy was standing there.
"I'm, er, Phillip," he said. Ordinarily he'd offer his hand, but from his position on the ground he couldn't do so comfortably.
- WORDS: 294 - TAGGED: Amphi and Lawless <3
- NOTES: Ahhhhhhh your table asfhsdiuafhksfhsk so pretty.
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Post by amphigoricide on Feb 18, 2012 23:44:13 GMT -5
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Lawless grinned as his new companion offered words of forgiveness to his errant animal--although he could still see the distaste on the other guy's face. He appreciated the politeness all the more because of it. Most people who didn't like animals weren't so quick to be forgiving of what dog people recognized as a silly and harmless mistake. He was also more than intrigued by the foreign lilt in the other guy's voice--British, if he wasn't much mistaken, although it could as easily be something else. Lawless, enamored as he was by them, was not an expert in accents. His grin widened still further at the introduction--and he took it as an invitation to stay.
"Lawless Lane," he said, by way of his own introduction, as he lowered himself to the grass next to Phillip. China lay down at his side, dejected and without the treat she had been expecting when she began her adventure. "And I know, I know. What did I do in utero to make my parents hate me enough to give me a name like that? Oh, and I'm gay."
He paused briefly. On one level, Lawless knew he was probably trying to be funny. But on another level, he was just talking. He had internal narratives. In his head, he'd already pictured his companion meeting someone else who knew Laws and saying, "You know what Lawless said to me the first time I met him? He was like, 'my parents hate me'. Yeah, I know. Then he's like, 'I'm gay'. Funny shit." That was how his brain operated. However, it struck him suddenly that Phillip might find the statement more odd than amusing and he hurried to explain himself.
"I'm just letting you know now because, no matter where you go, there're always bigots. So if it's a problem for you, let me know and I'll be on my way." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ DEDICATION: Calvin, Phillip; Syntax !
WORD COUNT: three eighteen !
COMMENTARY: Ahaha, thanks, lovely. !
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Post by syntax on Feb 19, 2012 0:10:50 GMT -5
AND I AM A WEAPON OF MASSIVE CONSUMPTION AND IT'S NOT MY FAULT IT'S HOW [/b][/color][/size][/font] i ' m _ p r o g r a m m e d _ t o _ f u n c t i o n[/center] Phillip was entirely taken aback by Lawless's introduction. First of all, there was the internal conflict that he himself was working through even as the word "gay" passed Law's lips. How on earth could he hear something like that and not immediately think of his own inner turmoil? Phil averted his gaze briefly and then looked at back at Lawless. Although amused by the comical opening, and able to push out a low chuckle, he was thrown off by the blunt revelation. For a moment he panicked, wondered if Lawless saw something about him that other people couldn't--if his highly focused gaydar was picking up on all the thoughts that Phillip had ever had to contradict his purported heterosexuality. Then he took a deep breath, calmed the hell down, and responded.
"Never," Phil tried to smile. "I mean, I'm not. But it's certainly not a problem for me." He shook his head for emphasis and turned the book in his hands over a couple of times, still mildly uncomfortable. "And I think your parents were certainly... creative with your name. It's interesting--I like it."
Phil was growing a little nervous that Lawless would think he was being so unusual because he was homophobic or something, so he attempted to change the topic almost immediately. Looking for inspiration, his eyes rested on the blue eyes of the beast that had been their introduction.
"... Nice dog."
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