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Post by berkeley2 on Aug 20, 2011 21:36:52 GMT
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -++SAY I RUIN EVERYTHING FOR YOU++[/color] well, it's mutual[/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Lowe really hated that he had to show up at a place like this. These kind of things always made him utterly uncomfortable. It wasn't because he didn't like seeing girls without clothes....but there was something inside him that cringed at the thought that they were treated so horribly to get to that position. Especially knowing who 'owned' them. It had taken him a few days to really talk himself into coming here and dealing with this Jimmy guy. Lowe really wasn't one to start fights—most of the time, he took in mind that things didn't matter and would go away....but this...this wasn't unimportant. This had put both himself and Quinn through a lot of hell. This had to be ended. He sighed slightly as he tried to run through his mind what he was going to say to the guy, realizing none of them would most likely work. Dude, fuck off, the girl's mine didn't exactly sound like him....and didn't make the situation any better. A simple hey, what you did was wrong, I want you to stop probably wouldn't have worked either....this guy seemed to be the type to ignore kind requests. Lowe stopped and took off his glasses, cleaning them as he thought. An eye was kept open, though, for any signs of this asshole. He'd heard the guy worked here....he must've been here somewhere, amongst all these people, most likely pulling a Gideon and flirting with some girl he'd later pretend didn't exist. God. He needed to stop being so nerdy. He needed to take this /seriously/. Putting on his glasses, he made his way to a corner of the room where he thought he would get a better view of the place and waited. Sooner or later, this asshole was going to show up....he just hoped he was ready for it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -tag;; Jimmy // outfit;;www.polyvore.com/lowe4/set?id=35266968// words;;lolnotgonnabother // notes;;lol, I know I used his layout lyrics for a tracker but. It works so well ;_; // template;; section.disparu @ caution2.0 // |
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JIMMY NOIR
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Post by JIMMY NOIR on Aug 26, 2011 23:26:07 GMT
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Jimmy hadn't even thought about the little blonde girl he had introduced himself to the other night. She hadn't been important to him and if he'd seen her in the street he probably wouldn't have recognized her. She was just that ordinary. He had bigger things to deal with, like how he was going to persuade Freude to leave his little blonde bitch and come out for the night.
He frowned, leaning against the bar, drink in hand as he surveyed the room. He could send one of the girls to do it, but then Freude had never really gotten attached to the amnesia ladies the way Jimmy did. Freude had always had the purer heart. Which made Jimmy sick. Why couldn't his best friend be an asshole like everyone else? Why did he had to be so..so..urgh.
Jimmy didn't want to think about it. Instead he began to move through he room, checking all of his customers were happy until his eyes rested on a strange looking boy in the corner of the room. Jimmy frowned and look around, as thought expecting to find the boy was with someone at the bar. But no, he seemed to be alone.
Downing his drink and putting the glass down on a table, Jimmy walked over to the boy. A 'professional' smirk on his face. You look a little lost, can I help you? he asked the boy who looked like he stepped back to the nineties and hadn't, yet, come back to the modern world. Jimmy tried not to laugh at the boy's attire, Amnesia had standard, sure they weren't very high, but they still had some basic rules. This wasn't a gentleman's club for nothing.
Are you looking for someone?
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Post by berkeley2 on Aug 27, 2011 0:17:23 GMT
Lowe had been too busy trying to put together what he was going to say to this asshole that he didn't even notice him showing up to talk to him. Jimmy looked a little amused, probably because of what he was wearing. It didn't matter. He hadn't been there to impress him....he'd been there to make the guy back the fuck off.
"Yeah. Actually," he replied when the other had asked if he was looking for anyone. "Someone named Jimmy. I expect that's you, but you can correct me if I'm mistaken." He narrowed his eyes slightly. Hopefully the other would infer what was going on here. He didn't want to have to spell it out, that wasn't really his style. Hell, stuff like this usually wasn't his style at all...but this was different. This was standing up for the one girl in the world who actually paid attention to him.
He looked the guy over, trying to figure him out. He looked like a typical full-of-himself asshole, really. Not really the kind of guy that would even remember doing something like what he'd done to Quinn....that had really hurt the both of them, even though it probably should've only hurt her.
"If you are, I'd suggest backing the fuck away from Quinn if she's forced to step in here again." That sounded a lot more awkward than he'd wanted it to, and he hoped it didn't show any signs of weakness. God, he was so bad at this. Why the hell did he talk himself away from that C64 he could've still been working on?
"I don't even /want/ to know what the hell your girls normally let you do. Quinn's not one of them, though."
((omg I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense))
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Post by JIMMY NOIR on Aug 27, 2011 21:06:55 GMT
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Jimmy nodded, confirming that he was the guy Lowe was after. He leant against he wall and crossed both of his arms over his chest as he listened patiently to the guy. He wasn't sure what on earth the poor boy was trying to say, but he sort of got the gist.
At least he hoped he had, because the next moment he had stepped up to the other boy and swung his arm around the other's shoulders. Sure think cupcake. I'll stay away from Quinn, no worries...now...which one was she? he asked, genuinely trying to remember a face to go with the name.
He furrowed his brow a little, as if concentrating on trying to remember. Does she have...red hair? he asked, trying to turn it into a game of 'guess who'. He doubted the boy would play ball. But he had to make the most of it.
He looked the boy up and down, smirking once more before dropping his arm from Lowe's shoulders. Want a drink? You look a little...tense...tell you what it'll be my treat, and you can tell me all about this lovely girl of yours...what was her name again? Lynn?
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Post by berkeley2 on Aug 27, 2011 21:25:11 GMT
Lowe narrowed his eyes at the nickname, and the glare got deeper when he realized this guy had no idea who it was he was even talking about. Then again....this was expected. He didn't know why he'd thought the guy would be any different.
He pushed the other off of him gently, shaking his head. "Quinn. You just said it a few sentences before. Don't bullshit me and tell me you've already forgotten." He stepped away, trying to keep at a safe distance. Something told him the guy could kill him if he was too close. "Blond hair. Mother works here." He couldn't help it--somewhere, he thought that if he reminded the guy, he'd feel bad. He /was/ human, wasn't he?
"Also, I don't drink, but uh." He paused, "Thanks for the offer." God, he just told this guy thanks for something. He didn't deserve it for anything. Not after what he'd done...not after what Quinn had to go through. He was trying to talk himself into just punching the guy, but he kept cowering out of it. It was most likely best that it stayed that way.
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JIMMY NOIR
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Post by JIMMY NOIR on Sept 17, 2011 17:24:04 GMT
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Jimmy's eyes narrowed considerably when the offer of his drink was declined. No one declines free things, this boy was either very nervous or very stupid. Both tended to be common emotions around Jimmy. He put a single finger up at the word 'bullshit' and clicked his tongue impatiently. Excuse me, young man. We are surrounded by young ladies, that sort of language isn't appropriate. he smirked, crossing his thin arms over his chest.
He sized the boy up, one good blow to the head would have this kid out for the count. Jimmy tried to suppress a grin. How tempting, to knock this kid out right there, no one in the room would bat an eyelid - not over their drunken states and the loud music. But jimmy quickly returned his thoughts to the girl - Quinn. Surly it would be more fun to torture her, then he could hurt them both and not even have to worry.
But Jimmy had always been a man of his word - well, when it suited him. This kid looked nerdy enough to know everything about the law; and besides, it didn't take a genius to work out that what Noir was doing was wrong. Very wrong.
His expression softened slightly and he shrugged his shoulders, as if the quick rejection was nothing more than water off a duck's back. I never said it had to be alcohol, he reasoned, pushing himself off the wall and making his way to the bar, beckoning the boy over with one finger, he could already feel the kid slipping into his trap. What's your name? Jimmy asked after a moment, with no intention of remembering it.
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Post by berkeley2 on Sept 20, 2011 2:28:06 GMT
Lowe rolled his eyes when he was told to watch his language around the women that filled the place. It wasn't like women around here weren't used to verbal abuse...at least that he was aware of from looking into places like this. Why the hell did this guy care what he said and where? What? Was he suddenly trying to pretend he was Tiff?
He shook his head, trying to talk himself out of it but eventually following Jimmy to the bar and sitting down. "Fine. Whatever. A Coke Zero I guess." He felt like he was subconsciously referencing Scott Pilgrim for some reason, but he didn't really care. He just wanted to get this conversation over with so that he could go home and watch Mystery Science Theater.
He raised an eyebrow when the other asked his name and realized he might not have said it earlier. Wow. That was kind of embarrassing. Oh well. At the time, he didn't really see the guy caring what his name was....just who he needed to stay the fuck away from. "It's Lowe. We might've talked a couple of times online. Haven't been on much, though."
((sorry that my reply failed so hard ;_; ))
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