We couldn’t tell anyone, no… not unless we trusted them very much. Oi wouldn’t really want anyone to know, eitha. It’s something Oi’d rather keep… proivate. Oi was never very open about relationships with me woife, Oi guess. Not with otha people around. When we were growin’ up, nobody could know, because her parents didn’t loike us togetha. Oi guess Oi jes’ sort of loike things to be kept quoiet because of tha’. Oi don’t want the worst tha’ could happen to happen. Oi don’t want… /he chokes up for a moment, before brushing off the pain/ Oi think if we jes’… kept it to ourselves, ya know? Nobody wants or needs ta know th’ details, most Oi’d tell anyone is we’re friends… nothin’ too… in depth. /smiles a bit to try and overcome his grief/ If ya could live with tha’, Oi think we’d be awl roight. /leans over and gives Sam a tiny kiss/
Hah, that’s rather considerate, I think… although I do wish you’d quit insisting that I’m afraid of them. /follows along and sits carefully on the bed in the small room as well, taking the offered beer with small word of thanks… even if he was worried they might repeat the events of a few nights prior/
Uh, well… I did say I had done hunting in India when I lived there, I didn’t really start that until I was better adjusted, though. I was just in my early twenties when I reached the southern states and with all of the… political nonsense at the time, what little I did know of the language didn’t get me any help. I was stuck spending the first few nights in an old shed a bit of a walk from any sort of homes, so I was a good target for the panther that jumped me. /clearing his throat, Sam fidgets with the bottle before opening it for a long drink/ It- it wasn’t terrible, really, but I was young and he got me pretty bad. When I did start being paid to hunt, I had the most trouble with the big wild cats so now just a house tabby’s face will ah… bring back a few memories I’d rather leave behind from when I was a much dumber man.
/listens, interested in the bit of story behind Sam/ Ya really left home young, eh? Musta been tough… Oi’ve neva really been attacked boi anythin’… Got scuffed up boi a dingo once, an’ Oi got bruised in a foight with a croc, but it didn’t boite me. Oi had some help learnin’ how to catch it so it was rather easy Oi guess, compared to troin’ ta figure it out on me own. /he scratched his head, not wanting to seem like some macho bushman because he really wasn’t one. He fingered the croc tooth necklace he had, leaning back on the bed awkwardly/ Yer a real… strong man, huh? ‘Lot uh… stronger than me, Oi’d say. /drinks heavily from the beer bottle/ About… about the other noight… when we uh… /blushes/ Oi can’t stop thinkin’ about wot happened.
/nods, having always felt really foolish for just heading out on his own as he had, though he couldn’t say he regretted it./ Oh, Lord, that’s terribly dangerous though, still! So much could have gone wrong with that, but hunting is like that… /he noticed the necklace when Alan touched it, but couldn’t see much of it, though as the other continues to talk, his attention is quickly brought back to the conversation/ Hahaha, I don’t know about that, honestly. I’m not one for very laborous work any more with how old I’m getting, heh… O-oh, uh- /sits up a little straighter, his drink rested on his leg as he looks around the small camper nervously for a moment/ Yeah, you’d brought it up at lunch… I understand you weren’t really able to monitor your actions and I hadn’t made things any… any better, b-but I can’t tolerate to much alcohol. Ah… What I’m most concerned with is that you… you said you’re married. I don’t want this slip up to leave you feeling guilty but I’m not sure, uh, what else to say…
/shrugs/ Oi… Oi was married. Me woife she… she doied a few years ago… /brushes his hair back from his face/ Oi don’t loike tellin’ people, it… it’s upsettin’. Oi’d rather jes’… /shakes his head/ Oi guess Oi wanted ta avoid this… sort of thing. Gettin’ attached ta someone new, because Oi’m afraid they moight doie on me, loike she did. Oi don’t think Oi could handle losin’ someone else, not loike Oi lost her. /tearing up a bit, though he tries to hide his face so Sam doesn’t see/ She doied real young. From cancer. It was me own fault she didn’t survive, Oi couldn’t make enough money to save her. Oi went into debt for a whoile troin’ ta pay back wot Oi owed in medical bills. /wipes his eyes angrily, not wanting to feel this sad/ But Oi wanna troi somethin’ with you. Maybe bein’ with someone else will… help me get over… /trails off, not able to finish what he wanted to say/
Hah, that’s rather considerate, I think… although I do wish you’d quit insisting that I’m afraid of them. /follows along and sits carefully on the bed in the small room as well, taking the offered beer with small word of thanks… even if he was worried they might repeat the events of a few nights prior/
Uh, well… I did say I had done hunting in India when I lived there, I didn’t really start that until I was better adjusted, though. I was just in my early twenties when I reached the southern states and with all of the… political nonsense at the time, what little I did know of the language didn’t get me any help. I was stuck spending the first few nights in an old shed a bit of a walk from any sort of homes, so I was a good target for the panther that jumped me. /clearing his throat, Sam fidgets with the bottle before opening it for a long drink/ It- it wasn’t terrible, really, but I was young and he got me pretty bad. When I did start being paid to hunt, I had the most trouble with the big wild cats so now just a house tabby’s face will ah… bring back a few memories I’d rather leave behind from when I was a much dumber man.
/listens, interested in the bit of story behind Sam/ Ya really left home young, eh? Musta been tough… Oi’ve neva really been attacked boi anythin’… Got scuffed up boi a dingo once, an’ Oi got bruised in a foight with a croc, but it didn’t boite me. Oi had some help learnin’ how to catch it so it was rather easy Oi guess, compared to troin’ ta figure it out on me own. /he scratched his head, not wanting to seem like some macho bushman because he really wasn’t one. He fingered the croc tooth necklace he had, leaning back on the bed awkwardly/ Yer a real… strong man, huh? ‘Lot uh… stronger than me, Oi’d say. /drinks heavily from the beer bottle/ About… about the other noight… when we uh… /blushes/ Oi can’t stop thinkin’ about wot happened.
[ Okay, I think I’m back now! I was just so worried about that tumor on my leg. But it’s gone and I feel less stressed so I think I can RP with peeps more. ]
I commissioned leetleteapot to draw Alan and Sam and this is the finished piece.
(Source: maidquius)
IT CAN’T BE A GOOD SANDWICH IF YOU MADE IT. IT’S A ROTTEN NASTY VILE PIECE OF FILTH OI REFUSE TA CAWL FOOD. /lobs jar of piss down at the stinking BLU/ EITHER YA GIT GOIN’ OR YA GIT A BULLET T’ THE HEAD, MATE. /throws more piss for good measure/
WHOI WOULD OI LOOK AT YA AN’ YER DISGUSTIN’ DOCTAH? OI HATE DOCTAHS BECAUSE THEY AREN’T PEOPLE, THEY’RE PSYCHOTIC DEMONS. SO OI WOULD RATHER NOT WATCH YOU SODOMOIZE A DEMON, THANKS. /generally angry and drunk, never a good combination/
