On the Write Track (closed for oldboyjensrps)

politescoutrussell:

oldboyjensrps

“It wouldn’t be because of you! Look, I…” she awkwardly hover handed over his tapping fingers wanting to comfort him some way but clueless, “I made a choice, okay? A dumb one, but one I would do again. And then I made a REALLY dumb choice that I would not repeat. But I did it, and now it falls on me okay? I’ll talk to my… friend and clear this up. If anything, they can at least find where that red spy is and set everything back. I’m usually wrong, I’m sure your-ish guy is fine!”

Yeah she was at least 80% sure he was dead. Someone was going to get a talking to.

“But uh, I see you’re writing! Writing is cool! What uh, if it’s okay to ask, whatcha writing?”

Master of redirection. Super subtle.

“I, I, ehehe, have a friend myself. He has a similar attitude to your friend, which is why I try not to tell him about any incidents like that…” Russell said. He still drummed his fingers along the top of the table, “… Hopefully, there can be a chance that he might be able to come back from whatever happened…”

He brought his mug to his lips and downed about half the coffee in a few gulps flat before placing it down again. He seemed only a little bit calmer when he was done. 

“I… I guess it is just a mistake, and at least you leaned from it, ehehe…” he decided that he had to try not to make her feel worse. She most likely felt bad enough about it, “I suppose it can’t be helped…”

He still didn’t like it, but could he do? Maybe he could try and make up for it somehow. 

Does she think I’m stupid? Ah, Fuck it… it’s better than lingering on this…

“Yes. I’m writing,” he said, as he glanced back down at the notebook, “It’s fine. I’m writing a letter to my neighbour. well, she was my neighbour back in Boston. I figured she would appreciate it.” 

“Yeah friends can be interesting. In good ways… and uh intense ones.”

She watched his face, frowning. Poor lil guy. At least he had empathy or compassion left, but at the same time she knew how much it sucked to be in this job and retain them. Not that the alternative was better, but she still felt bad. A plan started forming in her head, but she ignored it as he took the out to change topics.

“Oh nice! Is she a close friend, or are you just keeping in contact? Either way, I love seeing people actually write to people. I can get the letter to her pidge express once you finish, if you’d like?

On the Write Track (closed for oldboyjensrps)

politescoutrussell:

oldboyjensrps

“Oh no nonono it’s not stupid! I appreciated it, like, you’re really sweet I just always y’know, gotta joke and stuff it’s in my blood. Sarcasm. It’s how Jersians cope with being in Jersey.”

She glanced over his shoulder as well before she processed what he was asking. The grimace deepened and she looked down sheepishly at her coffee while scratching her jaw.

“Uh, no. Kinda the opposite. Like a “already happened” sorta thing. Mmm… sometimes I forget that casually laughing about certain things doesn’t go over great with some uh…more vengeful friends of mine. I miggghhta mentioned getting shot to the wrong person. If I’m right you probably won’t be seeing that particular spy again. But hopefully I’m wrong. Cuz that could spell trouble for you and said friend- less you more him don’t worry I’m just concerned about coldfront reds getting mad at your team. But! I’m not usually right so!”

She took a sip of her drink.

“Ehehe, I suppose so. I guess I really meant to say that if I had my way, I would try and make things easier for everyone,” he said, before he smiled, “Oh, I just see it as just trying to be a decent person, like everyone should. But I understand that. I’ve used morbid humour to cope with life on the field.” 

It didn’t seem like anyone was lurking behind him. He didn’t have that prickling sensation that he got whenever he felt that a cloaked Spy was in the vicinity. He then looked back at her, raising a brow as she seemed unsure of what to say. 

He felt a chill on the back of his neck. He fidgeted uncomfortably, looking away “and then looking back again. 

“I… I really hope he’s not dead… ehehe…” Russell only said then. His heart pounded inside of his chest and his mouth felt dry, “I, I, ehehe, I can’t say I like the idea of someone being permanently, de-dead, especially because of, of me, ehehe….”

He anxiously drummed his fingers along the table top. It wasn’t something he could change if it happened, but the guilt still remained.

“I… I honestly, ehehe, do hope you’re wrong.” 

“It wouldn’t be because of you! Look, I…” she awkwardly hover handed over his tapping fingers wanting to comfort him some way but clueless, “I made a choice, okay? A dumb one, but one I would do again. And then I made a REALLY dumb choice that I would not repeat. But I did it, and now it falls on me okay? I’ll talk to my… friend and clear this up. If anything, they can at least find where that red spy is and set everything back. I’m usually wrong, I’m sure your-ish guy is fine!”

Yeah she was at least 80% sure he was dead. Someone was going to get a talking to.

“But uh, I see you’re writing! Writing is cool! What uh, if it’s okay to ask, whatcha writing?”

Master of redirection. Super subtle.

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps‌:

For a moment she was happy being snugged then he tried to do the roll. As she twirled behind him, Messenger tripped on her own foot, stumbling into his and going crashing to the ground with a thump.

“oof”

In a not so graceful movement, Dell saw his friend stumble and tried to grab her before she hit the ground. He was unable to, but his movements couldn’t be stopped. One moment he was reaching down for her, the next, he tripped across her landing with a thump as well. 

He was silent for a moment before sitting up. Soon, he burst into laughter “are you okay” he asked through the chuckles. 

“I’m fine just dead.” She rolled over, rubbing her hip and squinting, “Ow oof fuck I need to practice falling again. I was getting better! But looks like I’m rusty. What about you? Are your old bones okay?” She grinned and sat up, nudging him with her elbow. 

“I really am sorry I dragged you down though.”

@talariis

She shook her head quickly.
“Nah it’s just the biweekly requisition: the signature is you agreeing to drink or throw all of this at people in the next two weeks.”
“So our supplier knows it’s not being wasted and we keep a good face.”
She bit her lip and rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.
“And mayyyybe so we can pretend the mis-order was on purpose. If anyone’s gotta pay for it it’ll be me, no worries.”

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps‌:

“Maybe it’s luck, or just our combination. Or the fact that we’re kinda close in height. I dunno I like it anyway. Do you know any other moves cuz I do not.”

She did a little box step just for fun.

“I don’t know too many, it’s been a long time since I’ve dances like this” he said, joining her in the box step. He knew how to line dance just fine, but the song had to be just right for him to do it. “We can try this” he said, pulling her in, before doing a barrel roll, aiming to spin the both of them.

For a moment she was happy being snugged then he tried to do the roll. As she twirled behind him, Messenger tripped on her own foot, stumbling into his and going crashing to the ground with a thump.

“oof”

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps‌:

“Ready,” she spun well actually, spinning out and back. 

She looked up at him with a big, dimpled grin, “Hell yeah we did the cool move! I’ve never been able to pull that off with anyone before.” 

“That honestly makes two of us” he told her, mimicking her smile. His pride began to bubble, the idea of doing some of the bigger, more extravagant moves built up. 

“Maybe it’s luck, or just our combination. Or the fact that we’re kinda close in height. I dunno I like it anyway. Do you know any other moves cuz I do not.”

She did a little box step just for fun.

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps‌:

She went into focused mode and attempted to avoid getting her feet stepped on as much as Engie tried to avoid stepping. She stuck her tongue between her teeth and followed his rythym as best she could. That way they were both the same kind of off beat and clumsy. She stumbled with him to make it a new dance move and tried to not fall over. She just enjoyed being goofy and tripping around with him.

He couldn’t help but laugh as they stumbled trying to dance to the music. His eyes light up with joy. Dell was having a great time. “Ready” he asked, barley giving her enough time to answer (assuming she did at all) before tempting to spin her.

“Ready,” she spun well actually, spinning out and back. 

She looked up at him with a big, dimpled grin, “Hell yeah we did the cool move! I’ve never been able to pull that off with anyone before.” 

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps‌:

“Okay-swinging? I’ll try not to get too into it and crash into a wall.” She re-positioned her hands as well following his lead.

“Gonna warn you I uh, I’m not great at being coordinated much at all.”

“I ain’t that light on my feet myself” he assured her “but it’s always looked fun.”  Dell wasn’t a clumsy guy, but when it came to dancing he seemed to have two left feet. He gently tapped his foot trying to find the rhythm. He started the dance, picking up the pace quickly as he did, struggling to keep the steps right as he did. 

Dell also tried his damnedest not to step on her feet. He did have on his heavy boots, and tended to walk with heavy feet. Every now and then, he stumbled slightly. 

She went into focused mode and attempted to avoid getting her feet stepped on as much as Engie tried to avoid stepping. She stuck her tongue between her teeth and followed his rythym as best she could. That way they were both the same kind of off beat and clumsy. She stumbled with him to make it a new dance move and tried to not fall over. She just enjoyed being goofy and tripping around with him.

bluteamblueprints:

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He couldn’t help but grin watching her dance, joining into it, slightly moving off beat. It didn’t seem to matter to him, however. He knew she wouldn’t be bothered by it. The longer he danced, the more he got into it until eventually he changed the way his hands had been, ready to full on attempt to swing dance. 

“Hold on” he said softly “We gotta work together.” 

“Okay-swinging? I’ll try not to get too into it and crash into a wall.” She re-positioned her hands as well following his lead.

“Gonna warn you I uh, I’m not great at being coordinated much at all.”