Post by alric percival baker on Mar 3, 2012 2:01:29 GMT -5
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how long will you play this game
WILL YOU FIGHT OR WILL YOU WALK AWAY
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THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR ANYONE, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE SOMEONE. MY CHARRY IS WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. THE POST ITSELF IS 1351 WORDS LONG, SO THAT JUST MEANS I'M AWESOME. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . .WELL WRITING THIS MADE ME WISH HIS BIG BRO WAS AROUND, BUT ANYWAY WHO'S GOING TO BE THE POOR CHUMP HE PLAYS WITH?AND WHO MAYBE PLAYS WITH HIM IN RETURN.
THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR ANYONE, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE SOMEONE. MY CHARRY IS WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. THE POST ITSELF IS 1351 WORDS LONG, SO THAT JUST MEANS I'M AWESOME. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . .WELL WRITING THIS MADE ME WISH HIS BIG BRO WAS AROUND, BUT ANYWAY WHO'S GOING TO BE THE POOR CHUMP HE PLAYS WITH?
Being shuffled from one prison to the next he felt like he was on lock down the way his brother had escorted him from school to the pub to “keep an eye” on him; even if he might need someone to watch over him to stop him from making the bad decisions he made, his brother sure as hell wasn’t the guy to do it. Hell Roscoe had drug him here to work, and that wasn’t even working out. After he’d hung up his jacket on the coat rack near the door Ricky had b-lined it for a booth in the back where he’d spread his shit out everywhere and go comfortable. And if his boots propped up on a chair he’d pulled over to get comfortable weren’t enough to show that people should kindly fuck off, along with his look that told people he didn’t want to be bothered, he’d put on his headphones, the ear pads that encompassed his ears were doing their job of blocking out all outside noise except for the sound of the music he chose to blare through them; dismisses the looks he got from onlookers who could apparently hear the songs along with him.
What the fuck did he care if they were privileged to enjoy his music along with him.
To the people who came and went in and out of Baker’s Pub he probably looked like a typical rebellious teen who wanted to be left alone to do his homework; and who didn’t want to be there. But really this was all an elaborate ruse to piss off his older brother. The man’s patience would run thin soon and then Ricky would be off the hook and allowed to run off and do as he pleased. His pale blue eyes would occasionally drift in the direction of Roscoe to see the pissed off look on the man’s face, on the occasion their eyes met his brows would shoot up in challenge to see if he’d had enough yet.
But all he got in return was a smug smirk of satisfaction, clearly his brother thought he could do this all night; Ricky rolled his eyes and moistened his lips as he figured he should step up his game. Really piss him off. But before he could come up with anything he felt one of the cushioned ear pieces abandon his ear and rush of cold air rush past before it was snapped back against this head. His pale blue eyes sliced up to stare the culprit coldly, who of course was none other than his loveable big brother. He began to readjust his headphones back in place to block him out but his brother was quicker as words slipped off his tongue at such speed Ricky had to pause momentarily to look at the man as if he had been speaking in tongues; his face twisting up in confusion as he took a moment to try and process what he’d thought he’d heard, but his brother was once again quicker than him restating what he’d said calmer and slower.
”I’m not paying you to sit around and pretend you’re doing something Rick, so get up and work.”
Considering this a moment he looked as if he might be complacent for once in his life with his brother’s wishes. ”No. Or he was merely humoring the man until he shattered any delusions he had that Ricky would actually get off his ass and do as he was told. It was always fun to toy with his big brother.
”No? That’s the best you got? I was expecting a little more from you…maybe some attitude… ooo or witty banter. What’s wrong Rick you losing your touch little brother.”
Ricky watched as his lips stretched into a confident smile, clearly proud of himself for his small, lame, victory. Turning away from the smug expression Ricky made like he was going to start cleaning up and listen to his brother, ”Witty banter would be wasted on you Rocky-“
”Don’t call me that!”
A faint smile stretched out his lips as he peeked up at his brother, his interruption was proof enough he was headed in the right direction. ”..Rocco-“
”Or that..” He growled out, interrupting Ricky once again who could only chuckle at how easy it was to annoy his big brother. But it wasn’t like the man didn’t know how to push Ricky’s buttons just as easily; he just never got much of a rise out of him from it, Ricky had gotten rather good at sitting back and taking it all in. ”Ross it is then!’ He informed him with more excitement than he’d had in his voice in years, sounding almost like a kid in a candy store. Overwhelmed by the possibilities of the endless amount of candy he might take home. He continued on before his brother could stop him once again, ”As I was saying, Ross, witty banter would be wasted on you and that caveman brain of yours, you’d be left scratching your head for hours trying to figure out what I said.” Ricky’s smile deepened as he watched Roscoe still his hand as it had begun to move to the top of his head to scratch the back of his empty dome. Though the man tried to appear indifferent Ricky could see he was elevating the man’s blood pressure, the annoyance that danced in his pale eyes was a look he knew all too well; a look that meant he was doing his job of annoying the man who had taken care of him all his life, the man who stepped in to care for him when his father died and his mother wasn’t capable. You’d think he’d cut his big brother some slack, but there wasn’t a chance in hell in that happening.
As the voices of the patrons in the pub filled the silence between them he knew they’d turned a couple set of eyes in their direction, leave it to people to let curiosity get the best of them and be an audience to other people’s lives. As if they’re own were too boring. ”And as for attitude brother, I didn’t know you needed some. Shall I play the unruly little brother who thinks your ruining his life…ooo and you can be the perennially disappointed big brother who thinks I’m wasting mine.” His eyebrows shot up in excitement as a forced smile spread across his face; while his brother grew more tired of the games he was playing. ”Can I go now or are you going to slap cuffs on me now and drag me around the place to partake in manual labor?” Mocking him got him a rag thrown into his lap. Not the reaction he’d been looking for it had him looking up at Roscoe curiously.
”You can wash off the tables of your own free will.”
Ricky’s brows knit together in confusion as he watched his brother’s retreating back; even if the man seemed to be as dumb as a box of rocks he swore he’d just one upped him somehow. Even he just sat here and did nothing he’d be wondering the whole time what kind of mind game his brother had just played on him, so he removed his headphones and rose from his seat. Making his way around the pub he began to wash off the tables with the wet rag in his hand, his gaze occasionally sifting to his brother behind the bar to see he could read him. But wound up getting more frustrated, he just needed to get out of here and get high. Take his mind off it. Running off was easy, he’d done it countless times before, but he’d wanted his brother to send him away. Drive the man so mad that he wouldn’t give a shit what Ricky did the rest of the night. His pale blue eyes surveyed the customers already there. Could he use one of them? Of course he could. The question was which one would be the poor sap he’d use.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
What the fuck did he care if they were privileged to enjoy his music along with him.
To the people who came and went in and out of Baker’s Pub he probably looked like a typical rebellious teen who wanted to be left alone to do his homework; and who didn’t want to be there. But really this was all an elaborate ruse to piss off his older brother. The man’s patience would run thin soon and then Ricky would be off the hook and allowed to run off and do as he pleased. His pale blue eyes would occasionally drift in the direction of Roscoe to see the pissed off look on the man’s face, on the occasion their eyes met his brows would shoot up in challenge to see if he’d had enough yet.
But all he got in return was a smug smirk of satisfaction, clearly his brother thought he could do this all night; Ricky rolled his eyes and moistened his lips as he figured he should step up his game. Really piss him off. But before he could come up with anything he felt one of the cushioned ear pieces abandon his ear and rush of cold air rush past before it was snapped back against this head. His pale blue eyes sliced up to stare the culprit coldly, who of course was none other than his loveable big brother. He began to readjust his headphones back in place to block him out but his brother was quicker as words slipped off his tongue at such speed Ricky had to pause momentarily to look at the man as if he had been speaking in tongues; his face twisting up in confusion as he took a moment to try and process what he’d thought he’d heard, but his brother was once again quicker than him restating what he’d said calmer and slower.
”I’m not paying you to sit around and pretend you’re doing something Rick, so get up and work.”
Considering this a moment he looked as if he might be complacent for once in his life with his brother’s wishes. ”No. Or he was merely humoring the man until he shattered any delusions he had that Ricky would actually get off his ass and do as he was told. It was always fun to toy with his big brother.
”No? That’s the best you got? I was expecting a little more from you…maybe some attitude… ooo or witty banter. What’s wrong Rick you losing your touch little brother.”
Ricky watched as his lips stretched into a confident smile, clearly proud of himself for his small, lame, victory. Turning away from the smug expression Ricky made like he was going to start cleaning up and listen to his brother, ”Witty banter would be wasted on you Rocky-“
”Don’t call me that!”
A faint smile stretched out his lips as he peeked up at his brother, his interruption was proof enough he was headed in the right direction. ”..Rocco-“
”Or that..” He growled out, interrupting Ricky once again who could only chuckle at how easy it was to annoy his big brother. But it wasn’t like the man didn’t know how to push Ricky’s buttons just as easily; he just never got much of a rise out of him from it, Ricky had gotten rather good at sitting back and taking it all in. ”Ross it is then!’ He informed him with more excitement than he’d had in his voice in years, sounding almost like a kid in a candy store. Overwhelmed by the possibilities of the endless amount of candy he might take home. He continued on before his brother could stop him once again, ”As I was saying, Ross, witty banter would be wasted on you and that caveman brain of yours, you’d be left scratching your head for hours trying to figure out what I said.” Ricky’s smile deepened as he watched Roscoe still his hand as it had begun to move to the top of his head to scratch the back of his empty dome. Though the man tried to appear indifferent Ricky could see he was elevating the man’s blood pressure, the annoyance that danced in his pale eyes was a look he knew all too well; a look that meant he was doing his job of annoying the man who had taken care of him all his life, the man who stepped in to care for him when his father died and his mother wasn’t capable. You’d think he’d cut his big brother some slack, but there wasn’t a chance in hell in that happening.
As the voices of the patrons in the pub filled the silence between them he knew they’d turned a couple set of eyes in their direction, leave it to people to let curiosity get the best of them and be an audience to other people’s lives. As if they’re own were too boring. ”And as for attitude brother, I didn’t know you needed some. Shall I play the unruly little brother who thinks your ruining his life…ooo and you can be the perennially disappointed big brother who thinks I’m wasting mine.” His eyebrows shot up in excitement as a forced smile spread across his face; while his brother grew more tired of the games he was playing. ”Can I go now or are you going to slap cuffs on me now and drag me around the place to partake in manual labor?” Mocking him got him a rag thrown into his lap. Not the reaction he’d been looking for it had him looking up at Roscoe curiously.
”You can wash off the tables of your own free will.”
Ricky’s brows knit together in confusion as he watched his brother’s retreating back; even if the man seemed to be as dumb as a box of rocks he swore he’d just one upped him somehow. Even he just sat here and did nothing he’d be wondering the whole time what kind of mind game his brother had just played on him, so he removed his headphones and rose from his seat. Making his way around the pub he began to wash off the tables with the wet rag in his hand, his gaze occasionally sifting to his brother behind the bar to see he could read him. But wound up getting more frustrated, he just needed to get out of here and get high. Take his mind off it. Running off was easy, he’d done it countless times before, but he’d wanted his brother to send him away. Drive the man so mad that he wouldn’t give a shit what Ricky did the rest of the night. His pale blue eyes surveyed the customers already there. Could he use one of them? Of course he could. The question was which one would be the poor sap he’d use.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
