Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#18292 Tue, Jul 22, 11:11PM PST
((*Beejifies* *Grins* *Went to see The Oddessy* *Highly recomends togas for all comely young men with nice legs*))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#18369 Tue, Jul 22, 11:15PM PST
*A young man, early twenties probably, fades in... He's nothing special, save for his clothing...and even his clothes aren't that out-of-place. His feet are encased in utilitarian workboots, a worn brownish-gray in color, his baggy gray pants are held up by suspenders, a plain white T-shirt tucked into the slacks. Over the shirt is a fisherman's-type vest, the pockets bulging with one of everything. Well, okay, so they're not -that- full, but he does have a lot of stuff crammed into them... And the vest is the oddest part of his attire, since the words 'West S'Harrah Trading Co.' are stenciled neatly across the back. Who can fish in a desert? His thumbs are hooked into his beltloops as he saunters to the bar... He removes his bright yellow Panama hat, runs a hand through his middling brown hair and sits on his chosen stool, soft gray eyes roving the room...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#18418 Tue, Jul 22, 11:18PM PST
Blackwater:((OOooooooo! LUCKY! *grins* *hauls ass IC...*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#18509 Tue, Jul 22, 11:23PM PST
Blackwater: ~~ Yawning as he valiantly tries to scrub the last of a fairly foul taste away from his lips, he descends the stairs, peering around suspisciously. Not sure of the time, beyond 'night', he looks at his fader and blinks yellow eyes very slowly.* Sheeeeiiiit! Damn t'ing mus'be broke'r'summthin! -Can't- be -two- days'aft'r! ~~ Grumbling, edging his way 'round the side of the room, he finally makes it to his goal, the bar, not speaking to or acknowledging the trader.~~

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#18613 Tue, Jul 22, 11:30PM PST
*He settles back on his stool, arms folded fairly tightly across his chest... His notebook has made its way onto the bar, one torn-out sheet clutched tightly in one hand, face having cooled into an unhappy expression...Brooding?* Maybe. Maybe you were just out cold the whole time. *Shrugs, his voice not particularly sneery, but has a slight edge...* ((*Wonders if there's anything to talk about tonight* *Grins* I was lucky... Oddysus(sp?) was...yummy. *Sniggers and tries to upload Beej's mumblings*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#18650 Tue, Jul 22, 11:34PM PST
Blackwater: ~~ Glancing over, he frowns. rubbing at his jaw, not -quite- recalling why it's sore. ~~ Was'at s'possed'ta mean? Ye'wer' drunk's'me! ((*grins* I'm sure we'll find something...*laugh* Ooooh! I wanna read when you do! *sighs* I'm soooo jealous!))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#18986 Tue, Jul 22, 11:54PM PST
No, I wasn't. I simply mean that you may simply have slept that long. How's your face? *His cool, quiet voice takes on a faintly concerned tone when he asks after Neetles' face, the hand holding the paper squishing it into an even smaller ball* ((Heehee, the Mun can read that scrap here: button ... He was probably fifteen, dear.... *Sighs* *Sniggers* It was a theater of youth production, well done.))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#19102 Tue, Jul 22, 11:59PM PST
Blackwater: Oh. A'right den...ya'wanna drink'r summthin? *Cautious, this overture...not scared persay, but wary, expecting it to be refused.* S'aright. S'not's bad's it coudda bin. ((*grins* YAY! *pouts* No fifteen year old guys for me, thanks muchly...*mumbles something unintelligable.*))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#19305 Wed, Jul 23, 0:12AM PST
Just some ice water... *He rubs at his face a little, turning the paper ball around and re-mooshing it, knuckles ivory with the effort* I'm...sorry, Neetles. *Added very softly* ((*Grins* After I started typing, he just babbled.... It was good. *Sniggers* None for me, either... .*sighs*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#19469 Wed, Jul 23, 0:22AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ He barks the order at the 'keep, grateful for a reason to be surly, not wanting to yell at Beej.* Fer' wha'? Fer' wearin' th't 'at ag'n? ~~ A feeble attempt at a joke from a boy...man...male of undetermined age trying to feebly understand his own feelings, and he stares openly at Beej when the water shows up. ~~ ((*grins* I REALLY like it...very...Beej. *blanches* There IS a 15 year old who thinks I must be incredibly interested in him...yeuch...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#19566 Wed, Jul 23, 0:28AM PST
~~Holding his wine carefully, he scans the tavern once again finding the patronage...lacking. Shickering suddenly, visciously, he mutters under his breath, to himself.~~ Prob'ly win'up werkin' fer som'ov'em... ~~Snorting coldly, he returns to his drink, wondering idly if the trader has managed to track down any more information while he was...indisposed.~~

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#19833 Wed, Jul 23, 0:44AM PST
There is one thing...*All of his bodyparts contracting, hunching up and voice tightenting* That I will -never- apologize for and that is wearing this hat. You don't like it? Fine. You don't have to look at it. *Again, softly* I am sorry if I...imposed myself on you, the other night. ((*Growls* Sorry I'm so slow... *Giggles* Wasn't that whosis from the other night? SM? *Sighs and thinks wistfully of a certain 16-year-old that proved himself more of a man than some men she knows*))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#19980 Wed, Jul 23, 0:54AM PST
*He picks up his notebook, flipping back a few pages and looking over the scant notes he collected in a day of looking... He doesn't touch his water, clinging to the crumbled sheet with one hand and the pad with the other, staring into space, a little*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#19991 Wed, Jul 23, 0:54AM PST
Blackwater: Sorry. S'jus' kiddin' 'bout ta' 'at. ~~ He frowns deeply, rubbing the palms of his hands over his eyes, wincing a bit at the half-faded bruise over the left. ~~ Dunno w'at'ta'say Beej. Don' wan' ya' doin't ag'in, b't...b't...DAMM'T! Don' know w'at'm sayin! Jus' don' touch me n'more, hear? Hurts. Allus hurts. Y'ain't like t'oth'r's...don' be like'm! ~~Glaring, at the trader, at the bar, at his hands, he doesn't notice the almost physical tugging inside himself, nor the sudden stiffening and withdrawal of the other man. ~~ ((It's okay. If you want to reboot, I'll gladly wait, or if you've decided you don't want to play tonight after all...*shrugs* Whatever you need...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#20031 Wed, Jul 23, 0:57AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ His narrowed eyes fall on the pad, and the crumpled paper, and he looks curious. ~~ Wassat Beej? Y'fin' sumthin?

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#20153 Wed, Jul 23, 1:04AM PST
((I wanna play! *Pouts at WBS, then smiles more kindly as it seems to've sped up, a bit* Lemme try it a few more minutes, Reesa...)) *He slowly relaxes with a quiet sigh, having expected the purile male before him to deck him, or at least give him a thorough tongue lashing* ((*snigger*)) All right... I just... *Drops the wad to the bartop, flexing the hand that held it much too tightly* I wasn't thinking... Later, I was thinking too much, about...stuff. My hat being one of them.... *Still trying to work the stiffness out of his hand, he lifts his glass and takes a drink, relishing the chill as it creeps into his stomach*

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#20223 Wed, Jul 23, 1:08AM PST
A little, Neetles... Sadly, not as much as I'd have liked to. There are three Scalthwaites listed, one is dead, one is ninety-seven and the other one is disconnected. Not a one of them is, was an R, nor female... I've got other places to look, yet.

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#20292 Wed, Jul 23, 1:13AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ His look of anger fades, to be replaced, however briefly, with one of total and complete confusion. ~~ S'...wanna' say s'alright...but 't ain't. S'-wrong- Beej, s'all wrong. I don' -like- th't' kinda' t'ing! But'ta -did-'n...'n...I don' -know-'n... ~~ Clenching his hands into fists, smallish ones at that, looking ill-suited to the kind of rough life he leads, he forces himself to -shut the hell up- and look at the trader. ~~ T' 'at? Was'so sp'cial 'bout'a 'st? ((*grins* Goody! Alrighty...you DO seem a lot faster now...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#20365 Wed, Jul 23, 1:18AM PST
Blackwater: Oh. ~~ He shrugs, feeling, somewhere, a niggling of something that he cannot acknowledge as sadness. Certianly not a loss of his hope...it's impossible to lose something you don't have to begin with. ~~ 'Ell...mebbe she 'eard we was'lookin' fer 'er and she's tryin'ta 'ide! ~~ He shrugs, not noticing the unconcious 'we'. ~~

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#20394 Wed, Jul 23, 1:19AM PST
(( that last 'st on the BIG post was supposed to be 'at which, according to the Neetlemyre To English Dictionary, translates to hat...*grin*))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#20435 Wed, Jul 23, 1:22AM PST
((*Shushes Reesa* I -am-... *Points silently to tag, meaning to say WBS will move faster to prove it wrong* *grins* )) *He puts his glass down and takes off his hat, turning it around* It wasn't all right. I shouldn't've done it, you told me enough times... *His words are a bit slow, distracted, but sincere anyhow... He turns it over to read the tag* I once said I'd never be caught dead in this hat. Actually, I called it a thing... It wasn't mine at the time. What's special about it? Don't exactly know, Neetles... *Sighs again* Has anyone ever given you something, or tried to, of great value? *Not really talking to Neetles, or himself... Maybe to someone that...isn't there...?* I didn't think I'd ever like it, you know. I can't stand the thought of -not- wearing it, but I shouldn't be.... *Blinks, as if realizing he was speaking aloud or perhaps merely noticing the absurdity of his last sentence* It was...sort of a present.

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#20526 Wed, Jul 23, 1:29AM PST
((*Laughs* I wondered about that 'st'...Thanks! )) *Small smile* Maybe... *Doesn't really notice the 'we', busy feeling a multitude of things, not the least of which is self-pity* But, like I said, I'm not done looking yet. Wish I could remember why in Hades that last name seems familiar... *Thinking aloud, half-joking* Maybe I should go check the 'Wanted' posters at the post-office... Or scan the news... *Frowns thoughtfully, a smidge of his broody mood gone*

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#20582 Wed, Jul 23, 1:34AM PST
*Takes another sip of ice water, staring at the discarded wad of paper... Somewhere in his preoccupied mind, he makes a note to put it in his pocket before too much longer*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#20586 Wed, Jul 23, 1:34AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ He starts to say something, and stops, realizing that 'I wanted you to, dammit!' may incite some sort of further attempt at physical contact. He shivers without meaning to, almost without realizing it, and pulls at the cuffs of his shirt again, feeling the silk fall soothingly over skin he himself scorched in a bath so hot it could have boiled a chicken. ~~ N'body's ev'r giv'n me nothin' butta fat lip an' a set'a botched mem'rys fer m'trouble...don' know r'ghtly whatcher talkin' bout... ~~ He does sound though, like he wouldn't -mind- knowing...leaving the sentence hanging as though inviting an explanation. ~~ ((*grins* Ah...you're a crafty girl Elvis...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#20660 Wed, Jul 23, 1:40AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ Feeling out of place, the only thing like comfort he's ever seen given being a pat on the shoulder, and not about to cross that line between them again, he frowns, thinking to distract the trader for a second. Drawing the already crumpled sheet of paper out of his shirt, he lays it down on the bar and slides it over. ~~ S'kinda...norm'l soundin', c'mpared ta' 'Knickerbocker'. ~~ Musing aloud over the paper. ~~ Wunner what'ta 'J' s'fer? ~~ Looking up, he grins slightly, then recalls something and tries to hide his teeth, rather thinking they make the man nervous. ~~ Mebbe so... R'pris'n rec'ds. ((*laugh* Sorry...))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#20736 Wed, Jul 23, 1:47AM PST
((*Ponders the problem of an average woman weilding a Claymoore* *Bows* Ah, thank you... Me and the Memphis Mafia... *Giggles, recalling the ad for that dumb video* *Is glad Neetles got a bath*)) *His jaw clenches at Neetles' words, grinding teeth together with suffcient force to give him the beginnings of a headache... He forces another draught of water down his gullet and stares into the hat which now rests upside down on his knee* It wasn't really a present.... It belonged to someone very.....important to me......They couldn't...... *Closes his eyes, suddenly unsure of the steadiness of his voice and what he might blurt next... Fingertips running over the lines of the hat as if he were trying to memorize them, or they were someone's face* They wouldn't even...... Neets, they left....... *Stops, his voice -almost- cracking on the last syllable and the nickname slipping out unnoticed...*

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#20829 Wed, Jul 23, 1:57AM PST
J...j.... *Shrugs, not sure where this new tangent is going but somewhat relieved that it seems to be a bit happier...or something.* Neetlemyre Jebediah... That has a nice ring to it. Neetlemyre James... *Pales a bit, looking resolutely at the birthcertificate* No, sounds too much like Neetlemyre is your last name... Neetles Junior. Jonas, Jack, Jake, Joe, Jimmy, Bob... *A faint grin* Jiffy... Jade...Joop....Jinx....Jeremy... Jeremiah....*Shrugs again* Reprising records...? You mean looking at the records of people in the posters? ((It's okay...*grin*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#20830 Wed, Jul 23, 1:57AM PST
Blackwater: M'portan' t'ya'? Like...~~ He eyes the man, taking a chance. ~~...a lov'r r'summthin? ~~ He flinches, wanting to leave, without a clue as to how he could go about making the trader feel better. And then utterly shocked that he -wants- to make him feel better. ~~ 'Oo left? N'what wou'dn't'do? S'aright ya' know...I ain't in no position'ta judge'ya'r'nuthin'. ~~ The words as close as he can come to worry, he looks at Beej with an intensity he doesn't even realize is there. ~~ ((*nods* Yup...it occured to me though...he'd have taken a bath before he came to meet Beej that night...imagined taint and all that.))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#20876 Wed, Jul 23, 2:02AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ Snickering, he tries a few himself. ~~ Jailbait. ~~ He makes a face at 'Junior', shaking his green-tressed head. ~~ James? Nah...s'too...nice. Jericho, Jennifer...Jarek? Mebbe s'just a J? ~~ He frowns, shaking his head and seeming to still for a moment, forcing his words to be clear. ~~ Nah... pr'son recerds. Better?

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#20926 Wed, Jul 23, 2:09AM PST
*Still not looking at Neetles, not seeing much of anything since he closed his eyes again, he doesn't see the flinch* Yeah.......*The word pushed out of his mouth by something he doesn't understand, only knowing that this time, writing made it worse... * They... -anyone-. Wouldn't......bury 'im..... wouldn't lemme, or 'is sisters.......just left him.....*He jams a fist against his mouth, suddenly, welcoming the sharp pains as his teeth scrape against his knuckles* ((Imagined Taint? *Sniggers* Beej is clean enough... I just remembered the post about wanting a nice hot shower and lots of soap... *Smiles*))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#20970 Wed, Jul 23, 2:16AM PST
Oh, prison records... No, those posters they have up in the post-office... Maybe you've never seen them, they have a mugshot and the person's name an' stuff... *Sighs, frowning at 'Jailbait'* Hee hee. Don't like that one... Jennifer is a girl's name... Neetlemyre Jennifer... No, they don't go together... Wasn't Jericho a racehorse? Neetlemyre Jericho.... That's interesting.... *Blinks blandly at the shifts both the conversation and his mood are taking, -not- commenting on 'James'* Neetlmyre Jerek... No, still needs something on the end of it to make it sound right.

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#20981 Wed, Jul 23, 2:17AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ Not sure of how to respond, he is silent for awhile, watching the obvious pain with a wary eye. ~~ W-why not? Er....sorry Beej...don' haffta answer th't... ((*snicker* No, no, not from Beej. Part of Neets' little ritual...everytime he has a bit of 'bizniss' he -especially- doesn't like, he bathes, drinks himself blind, and pukes for an entire morning...and then feels slightly better. *shakes head, wondering WHERE she came up with this guy...*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#21035 Wed, Jul 23, 2:24AM PST
Blackwater: Nev'r git mail...don' need'ta 'ang 'round inna pos' off'ce. ~~ Giving a snicker, he drums his fingers on the bar. ~~ Need's'ta be long'r? 'Ow 'bout 'Neetlemyre Jerk 'o's tryin'ta' cheer'up 'is frien' Knickerbocker? R's'at -too- long? ~~ Grinning slightly, he looks at the trader, hoping for -something-...a smile, a laugh...maybe even an explanation of what that crumpled up paper is. ~~

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#21053 Wed, Jul 23, 2:27AM PST
((Oooh, how charming! *Utterly deadpanned* *is very glad Beej doesn't know this* I'd make a great nurse if all I had to deal with was blood.... The minute people start throwing up, I have to leave town... *isn't queasy* *Shrugs* Who knows, guess you're just lucky...*Odd grin*)) Because.... Just because. *Voice ever-so-soft, the dull tavern babble almost swallowing the words* Same reason they....Not they, was just -he-..... killed him....

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#21110 Wed, Jul 23, 2:35AM PST
Blackwater: -Kill'd- 'im!? Why? A'mean...sheeit! ~~ Staring at his hand as though it were a snake, he shakes his head, watching as it quickly and awkwardly pats the trader's shoulder before he can yank it back. ~~ M'sorry Beej... ((*Wonders what Beej would think if he DID know.* *grimaces* I would NOT make a good nurse at all...ahem...bodily functions are NOT my thing...))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#21123 Wed, Jul 23, 2:36AM PST
I guess not.... *A faint half-smile, without much humor in it* Nope...that doesn't flow... Neetlemyre Jericho, now that....*Stops, scrunches up his face, doing a mental rewind of what the lad before him just said* Am I? *Rubs his face with both hands, wondering what sort of a turn the conversation will take next...expects a cloverleaf* Are you? That is.... *Blinks at the green-haired kid, surprised being a little bit of an understatement* Um.... *At a loss for words, still retaining the small half-smile*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#21165 Wed, Jul 23, 2:41AM PST
Blackwater: Ah...dunno. A'mean...y'ar...I guess. Nev'r 'ad one 'fore, that I kin' member. Yer...wish'I cou'd talk'wit m'foot in'm'mouth...yer nice't'me, an' Lor' knows, ya' don' haffta be! Yer...ah dunno. ~~ Shrugging, uncomfotable as hell and feeling once again foolish for making an overture towards Beej, he falls back on the ready-made explanation. ~~

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#21203 Wed, Jul 23, 2:46AM PST
((Don't wanna be a nurse, I don't deal with whiney people very well. *Large, innocent grin* I tend to make snide comments about them... *Consults Beej... Is met with a semi-repulsed look and the feeling that Beej is going to lock Neetles away from everyone and everything, especially wine...* *Beej doesn't move* He seems a bit put off by that Idea... but since he doesn't know, and he came across Neetles doing it, he'd probably try to help as well as he could. )) Because, as you have no doubt noticed, people are positively shitty to one another. *The small smile long faded, his arms folding again and his gaze starting for somewhere else... He looks at his shoulder, then at Neetles, then back to his shoulder* Um.... ((*Is taken aback by Beej's swearing...decides it's abnormal and stress-related, doesn't worry*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#21244 Wed, Jul 23, 2:52AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ He snorts, nodding and gesturing for the 'keep to top his glass off. ~~ Yeah, ov'r'ta'years, I kinda'figgered that'un out... ~~ He gulps air, scrubbing his hand on his pants as he tries to remove the sensation of it touching someone. ~~ M'sorry...ag'in... Don'...din' mean'ta... ((*grins* Maybe Neetles is a bad influence on him! *Really feels especially fond of Beej for being such a sport about Neetles.* Gack...you suppose I'm going to run into a lot of whiners as a counselor? ))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#21280 Wed, Jul 23, 2:56AM PST
*The phrase 'wish I could talk with my foot in my mouth' gets a small chuckle out of him as he looks down, toying with the brim of his hat* I'm afraid the only thing I can think of at the moment is that I -can't- think of anything to say... *Sighs yet again* I've.... *Again, the thing that keeps making him say things that he'd just as soon write down and hand the paper over...* You remind me of James. *Finding his voice to be barely audible, even to himself, he raises it a bit* I'm usually nice....I tried to sign on with a gang of thieves, once, but I got thrown out 'cause I apologized to the victim... Publically, no less....

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#21348 Wed, Jul 23, 3:04AM PST
Blackwater: Makes' two'uvva'us. Dunno what'm doin Beej...yer' scarin' me dammit! ~~ He fixes bright yellow eyes on the trader, completely silent for a long, long time. ~~ I'do? ~~ He shakes his head, disbelieving. ~~ Thas'a'stup'd t'ing t'do! Getcher'se'f throwed in'jail! ~~ Deciding as long as they're jumping off bridges, he's going to satisfy his curiousity, he points at the paper. ~~ Wassat Beej?

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#21357 Wed, Jul 23, 3:05AM PST
((*Ponders* Maybe... Actually, you'll probably run into at -least- one... *Beej grumbles* Sport, schmort. *unintelligable grumbling* Hmmph. *Giggles* a -bad- influence? How!? )) *Waves a hand* Am I threatening you with vile and unspeakable things for touching me? Quit -worryin'- about it.... *Oddly relieved and somewhat comforted (-nevermind- startled) by Neetles' concern, or what he interperets as concern, he unfolds his arms and sort of stretches, taking up his ice water again, waffling between sticking to it and a glass of wine*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#21413 Wed, Jul 23, 3:12AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ Under his breath. ~~ -Can't- stop worryin' bout it...f'I cou'd I'd be... ~~ Startled quite thourouhgly by -that- line of thought, he quickly discards it. -Very- quickly. ~~ Ye' sure ya' don' wan' nothin'? M'buyin'... ~~ Looking at the man, and down at his hand again, he flashes on the memory of a certain kiss in the hallway, taking a step or two back without meaning to. ~~ Jus' wish'a'cou'd do summthin'... ((*laugh* Geee....ya really think so? *laugh* Bad influence...well, Neetles DOES swear a LOT more than Beej!))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#21441 Wed, Jul 23, 3:15AM PST
*Lets his eyes wander for a moment...notes Favrain's curiosity but doesn't acknowledge him one way or another, fixing his attention on the hebetic guy with the mossy headfur once again* Yeah, you do, bruises and all... *Shrugs* Doubt it... 'Less you turn me in. What charges could you press? *Waves a hand again, as if to wave away the previous words* That? *Picks up the spindled, mutilated, folded and bent paper, turning it over in his hands* Um.... Just a bit of writing I was doing. Doesn't seem so important, now, or something... *Discovers that he finally feels better* 'S nothing.

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#21539 Wed, Jul 23, 3:25AM PST
Blackwater: Bruis's an' all? Wha? 'E took money'fer peop'l beatin' on 'im....~~ Snorting, he lowers his eyes. ~~ There'a go ag'in...fookin' -'ell-! ~~ Darting a look at the paper, he shrugs. ~~ Jus' wunndr'd.

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#21545 Wed, Jul 23, 3:25AM PST
((*is curious about -that- line of thought...has a suspcion that she knows what it is* *Laughs* Oh! Silly me... Uh...Naaah, I don't think so. If Beej were a pottymouth he'd have shown it by now. I think he swears the most out of all my Cs, though. *ponders*)) I dunno... *Doesn't ask about what he -thought- he heard, concentrating instead on trying to make up his mind... Occupied by wieghing much more than 'Wine-Yea or Nay?', he speaks without truly registering the words as thoughts first* Be more careful, if that's possible.... *Finally recalls his hat and puts it back on, keeping his gaze somewhere in the vicinity of the floor, for the moment*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#21633 Wed, Jul 23, 3:33AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ He frowns, hearing what he suspects to be the beginings of a lecture. ~~ Whadda'ya mean, car'ful? M'as careful'as'a'kin be. ~~ Looking down, and away, frowning harshly, he mutters something. ~~ Not n'fect'd wit'nuthin' ((*innocent look* Not -that- bad...just something along the lines of 'If I wasn't so worried I'd like to kiss you again, I think..' *sniggers* *laugh* I think almost all of mine swear...))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#21661 Wed, Jul 23, 3:35AM PST
*Quietly, staring into his glass as if it would tell him -WHY-, the only thing he's wishing for at this point in time* No, he didn't. There wasn't any money involved, until I tried.... *Rubs at his face again* His father found fault with everything he did, Neetles. Every little thing associated with him, including me. *He keeps from adding 'do you understand?', thinking he probably doesn't and suddenly feeling odd for having said anything at all* Yeah.... *Acknowledgement as opposed to agreement, he continues to toy with the ball, not really seeing it.*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#21715 Wed, Jul 23, 3:41AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ Not a stupid person, he frowns, his words muttered, trying not to upset the trader again. ~~ Beat'ta' 'ell outta 'im, din'e? ~~ A fairly rhetorical question, it seems to echo though his mind, bringing an absolutely -maddening- wave of deja vu. ~~ F'yer not gonna...be...sendin't, r'wahtev'r...kin'I 'ave t'paper? ~~ His eyes narrow in speculation...yes, he -does- still have that pencil stub stashed...~~

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#21747 Wed, Jul 23, 3:44AM PST
I dunno what I mean... I guess I'm just.... *Slight smile* I'm just getting used to having a boss, 's not good for business to unsettle the employees too often.... *Mutters to himself, chin tucked to his chest* Not like you're not, now...just don't... *sigh* ((Oooh, that's sweet... or frightening, depending on your P.O.V.... *Fixed sentance* ))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#21825 Wed, Jul 23, 3:52AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ He shuffles his feet, shrugging again, his clothing moving with a hiss, catching on the old scars. ~~ I ain't gonna jus' up'n -die r'nuthin! N'if'a -do-, I x'pect ya' ta' wear yer 'at when'a'git dump'd inna groun'. ~~ Another slight shrug...this isn't exactly a topic he thinks about an awful lot...~~ Jus' don' -what-? I ain't'a min'read'r! ((*laugh* Somewhere between the two...))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#25 Wed, Jul 23, 4:02AM PST
((*Grins* Like a rollercoaster... It was a good idea while I was on terra firma... *Laughs* White Town's 'I Could Never Be Your Woman' is on... *Sniggers*)) *Not-so-loudly* Better not... *Looks up, finally, a real though tenative grin on his face* You don't mean half of the stuff you say about my hat, do you? *Shakes his head* You may as well be a mind reader... You already said it. *Props his head on a hand, putting his glass aside*

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#109 Wed, Jul 23, 4:12AM PST
*Fidgets slightly, unrumpling one corner of the wadded-up paper, not paying much attention to what he does as he's busy thinking about a certain set of parents...one he's never met...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#112 Wed, Jul 23, 4:13AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ He grins, forgetting his teeth put the man off, forgetting that he's a big tough-guy who doesn't give a damn...forgetting to be afraid for just a second...~~ Nah...yer' 'at ain't 'alf s'bad as t'cou'd be. Jus' takes som'gettin' used'to. Kinda'....grows'on'ya. ~~ He blinks, wondering just -what- he said...holding his hand out for a piece of paper. ~~ Kin' I borrow'a pencil too? Jus'fer a bit? ((*laugh* Interesting song...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#137 Wed, Jul 23, 4:17AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ Watching as the trader mutilates a corner of the paper, he sighs..wondering if he should ask...~~ You...y'gonna be ok'y Beej?

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#151 Wed, Jul 23, 4:19AM PST
((*REALLY wants to hear 'Elegantly Wasted' for some reason...*))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#153 Wed, Jul 23, 4:19AM PST
((Sung by a -guy- no less... *Giggles, wishing the international lyrics server was up*)) *He drops the crumpled paper near his glass, wondering what Neetles has in mind as he tears off a couple of pieces of notebook paper and fishes for an unbroken pencil... He comes up with a black Bic* Will a ballpoint pen do? *Holds them out, returning the grin, bothered only slightly by those teeth...* It grows on you? *Chuckles* True...then again, as an associate pointed out, so does fungus. ((*Contemplates Crash Into Me*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#180 Wed, Jul 23, 4:24AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ Snatching eagerly at the pen, he curls towards the bar, putting his side to the trader as he lays pen to paper, fingers moving quickly, arm hiding what he's doing. ~~ S'true'nuff. Jus'...*winces slightly*...don' get n'orange jacket'r'nuthin? ~~ Silent once again, the tip of his tongue protrudes from the corner of his mouth...hunched over his scraps of paper like that, face determined, he looks like a very young child...~~ ((*snickercough*SEXSONG*coughcough*))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#193 Wed, Jul 23, 4:25AM PST
((I lost it, too, so we'll just go with the post Beej just replied to and call it even. *Laughs* The first time I heard 'Elegantly Wasted', I thought they were singing 'Allegheny Wasteland'... *Shakes head* Nope! All fine'n'dandy... *grins* I come from a long line of English teachers and word fans...)) I think so, thanks... *Contemplates Neetles for a minute, then gives a little shrug* Are you?

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#207 Wed, Jul 23, 4:27AM PST
~~ Fingers moving quickly, he pauses for a moment, considering that he hasn't felt truly threatened yet this evening...he wonders about it for a moment, but this personality shift doesn't leave him much room for avid thinking. Sketching quietly, the shapes begin to take true form, eventually depth...though he -does- wish he could shade as well with ink as he does with pencil. Glancing up once or twice, he looks over, then back down, adding a detail here and there...~~

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#236 Wed, Jul 23, 4:30AM PST
Blackwater: Good. ~~ He nods vigorously, feeling almost proud of himself for some reason. ~~ M'not bleedin' nowhere, m'not cold, r'ungry, r'sick fer' a change...M'as ok'y s'I'ev'r git. ((*laugh* i can understand that...Every time I hear that song I think of Silantro! Cool...*is happy*))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#249 Wed, Jul 23, 4:32AM PST
((*Snickers* Sheesh, I guess I'll have to buy into the collective school of thought on that one and admit that yeah, it -IS- about sex, 'steada merely bein' 'suggestive'... *grins* *likes it anyhow*)) I don't particularly like orange.... *grins a bit more, recalling the orange-ish bit of flotsam he was wearing the other day... Sits up a little straighter in an attempt to see what Neetles is working on, surprising himself with a soft laugh* You gonna make me wear a uniform, boss? *Notes the childlike concentration and sighs, ever so softly*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#273 Wed, Jul 23, 4:36AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ Snickering, he shakes his head, hair long past it's 'staying' hour as it flops into his eyes. ~~ Nope! N'less ya' wanna take'up wit'wearin' all-black. S'comfy! ~~ Absuredly pleased with himself, he turns to the trader and presents him with a fairly well-drawn portrait of himself, given that it was done in ink on a wet bar, on notebook paper. ~~ Watcha sighin' fer? ((*laugh* Oh, I LOVE the song...but you can't deny it's about sex...*laugh*))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#276 Wed, Jul 23, 4:37AM PST
((*Grins* You think of Sil? *Makes a mental note to find Sil-ness in it when she next hears it* *Is happy, too*)) Good... *nods back, musing on the fact that he'd managed to avoid offending or scaring Neetles tonight, for which he is greatful*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#304 Wed, Jul 23, 4:40AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ Yellow eyes seem almost innocent as he awaits the traders response to the strange sort of gift, feeling...comfortable. Not safe mind you, but comfortable...which only rarely happens. Almost shyly. ~~ D'you...d'you lik't?

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#309 Wed, Jul 23, 4:41AM PST
((Whoops...forgot the OOC part... *grin* It's a very Sil-esque song...for what is a fop, but Elegantly Wasted? *grins*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#320 Wed, Jul 23, 4:42AM PST
((*Feels the sick urge to point and giggle at Neetles.* Look dear! It's another personality! *sniggers*))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#338 Wed, Jul 23, 4:44AM PST
((I guess... I'm such an innocent, sometimes... *Sniggers, then sighs at herself*)) *He takes the drawing, carefully, examining it, not for flaws, but just because...* Thank you.... I'll have to put it somewhere to dry... *Smiles at Neetles* I think you forgot something, though... *Another little laugh* All black? Depends on the material, I think... Cotton, silk, comfy... Wool? No... Visqueen? No.... *Another grin*

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#369 Wed, Jul 23, 4:49AM PST
Yes...I do. *Flips a glance from Neetles' hair to his mouth to his hands, then back to his mouth for the barest of intervals... Decides against it.* ((Ah, of course! Though I thought The Fop and The Slattern were hanging out together... *Giggles* It's not nice to make fun of your Cs.... ))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#374 Wed, Jul 23, 4:50AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ He looks puzzled. ~~ F'rg't summthin? Nah...ev'n gotcher 'at innit, see? ~~ With a quick jab of the pen, careful not to touch the man, he pokes the drawing.~~ Silk. ~~Snickering, he holds up his own arm. ~~ S'only t'ing ta'wear! ~~ Grinning, remembering how he got his newest set of silks, he sniggers. ~~ ((Awwwww...*grins* *hug* S'okay...I didn't USED to be this bad!))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#409 Wed, Jul 23, 4:55AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ For just a moment, his entire face lights, so unused to approval. ~~ S'good. 'Aven't drawn'n...a'lon' time. Din' know'f a'still member'd 'ow! ~~ His hands fold carefully, wanting to save the other slip of paper for later. ~~ ((*laugh* They ARE...in fact, they live together now...*snickers* Make fun of her all you want...*sniggers*...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#424 Wed, Jul 23, 4:57AM PST
((*shakes finger at Beej* Bad trader...musn't kiss the little psycho! ))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#428 Wed, Jul 23, 4:57AM PST
Your signature, Neets.... *Nods, his grin getting bigger, tone gently teasing* You wouldn't leave my hat out...you like it too much. *Makes a quick face* Silk's too warm for the desert... Maybe at night, but otherwise you can keep it, I'll take cotton any day. ((*Laughs* I left off the ''*Mock Scolding*'' in my last post... You can make fun of your Cs, if ya want...*hug*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#506 Wed, Jul 23, 5:07AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ He smiles quickly, taking the paper back with qick fingers and scrawling a rather pretty signature at the bottom. ~~ T'ere ya' go! Now'wh'n m'a'famo's art'st, ye' kin' say I gave'ya one first! ~~ Shrugging, he rubs his sleeve between thumb and forefinger. ~~ A'like't. S'soft...~~ His voice trails off into a murmur, and in a -very- odd looking gesture, he rubs his cheek on the fabric of his shirt. Drawing his knees to his chest, yet still managing to keep his balance rather well, he grins at the trader. ~~ Mebbe I -do- like'yer' 'at... ((*laugh* I ALWAYS make fun of my C's...))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#516 Wed, Jul 23, 5:07AM PST
((He can -want- to smooch the little psycho, can't he? *Sniggers* He decided not to, after all. *Giggles madly as wires get crossed in her brain and she discovers she's mixed up the meanings to OOC comments...* Kay...yeah...uh-huh! *Grins and nods, hoping she won't get in too much trouble for blindly agreeing with Reesa's OOC postage*)) Well... It looks like me, so that's what counts, right? *His grin softens into a smile, his words flitting off to a realm beyond his reach*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#560 Wed, Jul 23, 5:12AM PST
Blackwater: Right! ~~ No, it is -not- the traders imagination if he happens to think that Neetle's voice just rose a bit in pitch... He ducks his head at the smile though, smiling at his feet as though shy. ~~ M'glad ya' lik'd't. ((*laugh* NEVER! *snickers* Yes, he can WANT to kiss him...but right now he'd be kissing a 12 year old...so it's not really the same...*laugh*))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#581 Wed, Jul 23, 5:14AM PST
((Would like to hear How Bizzare*)) There we go... *Gently perches the drawing on his knee, admiring the signature for a moment... He watches Neetles a bit more* Yeah... or I could just keep it to myself and feel smug... *Or something... He almost reaches out to prove the softness of the fabric to himself but stays his hand in time, turning the gesture into a brim-flick* I knew it...

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#627 Wed, Jul 23, 5:20AM PST
Blackwater: Y'could'do th't...~~ He smiles slightly, fingers fiddling with the laces on his boots. ~~ Co'ldn't 'elp't! ~~ Laughing softly, he finally looks up.~~ S'kinda'...'ard to git used'ta a yellah 'at but...s'kinda neat-lookin'.

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#646 Wed, Jul 23, 5:22AM PST
Blackwater:((*laugh* I didn't FIGURE he'd go for making out with a 12 year old in a 17 year olds body...))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#683 Wed, Jul 23, 5:27AM PST
It's a good hat... Keeps the rain off my bean, and the sun from turning my face a lovely shade of red... Travels well, too, doesn't sink if it falls into a body of water... *Speaking of which...He pulls his glass towards himself, not noticing a certain bit of paper that drops to the floor, dislodged by said glass... He doesn't notice because he's occupying himself with a drink of water...* ((*Must go soon...* Raina- A little... *Sniggers*))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#716 Wed, Jul 23, 5:31AM PST
((*Makes a face at NeetlesMun* Yish, no, of course not... Except this twelve-y/o is acting awfully cute/sweet/something....))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#722 Wed, Jul 23, 5:32AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ Eyes no less intelligent than before track the fall of the paper, but he doesn't mention it, smiling instead at the comments about the hat.~~ I t'ink I sho'd trav'l. I cou'd draw'n not'be near't Bad Stuff...~~Frowning suddenly, he tucks away his paper, knicking the pen after a bit of thought, but thouroughly unknowing that he's said anything odd. ~~ ((*grins* I THOUGHT so! And you thought they wouldn't have anything to talk about...*grin*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#743 Wed, Jul 23, 5:34AM PST
Blackwater:((*grin* He IS a cute kid...or -was- at any rate...I'm going for that 'lovable urchin bit' before he lost his...*glances around...*...y'know...mind'n'stuff...*laugh* He'll be back to his usual charming self pretty soon...but he felt unthreatened...therefore it was safe for him to come out and play..))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#786 Wed, Jul 23, 5:39AM PST
((*Innocent humming* I said they'd not have anything to talk about? *Pokes the paper further under Neetles' stool, still humming*)) Traveling might be interesting... Bad Stuff is everywhere, Neets. *Notes the swiping of his pen, but says nothing, having a whole box elsewhere.* You could draw anyhow... *Another long draught from his glass and he sets it on the bar, almost atop the copy of Neetles' birth certificate ((Unless he put it away?))* Don't forget this... *Holds it out to him* ((*Mulls something else*))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#825 Wed, Jul 23, 5:43AM PST
((Neetles- Ah ha... Beej isn't quite sure what to make of the Many Faces of Neetles, but he's working on it... He wants to find his PU's, first, then he'll see what's next... *grins*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#838 Wed, Jul 23, 5:45AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ He nods once, taking the certificate and tucking it away with the other piece of paper. He smiles, folding his legs down, feet landing to cover the paper quite well thank you. ~~ I know't'is...but... ~~ He frowns again, shaking his head, sighing softly as his voice drops conspiratorially (sp?) ~~ Don' like't Bad Stuff...~~ Sniffing slightly, she shrugs, reaching for the wine glass again, draining it with a splutter. ~~ Ewww... ((*grins* Whatcha Mulling over?))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#855 Wed, Jul 23, 5:47AM PST
Blackwater:((*snickers* I didn't thik he was really taking this whole swapping moods on a dime thing as stoically as it seemed...))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#880 Wed, Jul 23, 5:50AM PST
*Eewww? Hmm... He shrugs* Neither do I. *Stretches, various joints making various noises... He slips off the stool, carefully putting the portrait atop his notebook* I'm gonna go to sleep, Neets... The other room's still there, if you want it... *With a tired half-smile, he holds out his free hand* G'night. ((*Has forgotten what she was pondering* ))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#900 Wed, Jul 23, 5:53AM PST
((Neetles- *Laughs* No, but in order to be a good trader, you gotta have a poker face to beat all poker faces... *Grins*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#928 Wed, Jul 23, 5:57AM PST
Blackwater: ~~ He nods. ~~ L'be up inna minu't. ~~ A trace of fear flickers as the hand is extended, and he shakes his head, looking up almost apologetically. ~~ Can't do th't...g'nigh' Beej. ~~ With a quick smile, he hops off the stool, convienently bending over to tie his shoe and slipping the paper in his sleeve, then trailing after the trader, up the stairs. ~~ T'anks...fer'...y'know...stuff. ~~Waving, wondering why this doesn't feel exactly right, he steps into the free room. ~~ ((*grin* That's alright...*hug* Have a good one...see you...later...*laugh*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#943 Wed, Jul 23, 5:59AM PST
Blackwater:((*laugh* That's what I thought..*snickers* Poor Beej...*shakes head* I bet he grumbles at you over -this- too!))

Blackwater Jones (Slower`n m`lassess at twenny below.... ): . . . . msg#967 Wed, Jul 23, 6:01AM PST
*Tired as he is, he just sorta mumbles to Neetles as he heads up the steps and into his room... Carefully putting the drawing on the dresser, he flops into bed and lies there, not quite alseep... **GONEIC** ((Cause the Mun is tired and' she don' wanna lissen t' ya, Beej. *Hugs Reesa* G'night! Note: Beej was just gonna shake his hand... *Tired grin, Foop*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#982 Wed, Jul 23, 6:03AM PST
((Take the other as my last IC post...I's TIRED! *hug* G'night Shan! And I know that he was just gonna shake his hand...but Neets didn't...*shrugs* See ya! *poof*))

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