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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Apr 27, 2013 18:15:43 GMT -8
tagged: open. date: april 29th, 2012, around 4pm.notes: notes. Moose did not really understand kitchens. He'd never had kitchen duty, being a bit too large to move around comfortably. He'd have just made a nuisance of himself, and there were tasks far more suited for someone of his build. He did have a rough idea of what did what--stove to cook, fridge to store--but anything beyond the utter basics was lost to him. If she had asked him to cook, Moose would have simply pleaded the fifth--it wasn't happening. He couldn't so much as make instant noodles, let alone anything more complex. He shifted to set the rice sack on the counter, careful to make sure that it wasn't upside down, and then drew back to give her room.
As for the computer... well, he wasn't sure what to do with that. When it was offered, he blanked, unsure of how to handle it. Weren't they expensive? What if he broke it? He took it like he was handling a bomb, paranoid and trying not to panic as he took a seat, keeping a firm hold on it. The laptop was probably worth more then he was, and she had just handed it over. He was actually going a tiny bit red with embarrassment and worry over the whole thing, and he considered just passing it right back, staring at the screen like it was an alien device.
To him, it was. Some prisoners got computer access, but Moose had never been one of them. Even when the odd chance had come up, he had never taken it. He'd never so much as touched one, and even with a computer in his lap, he wouldn't know what to do with it. He had a vague idea that people used it for mail, but he had no one to write too anyway. The board game site greeted him with friendly colors and small text, and he squinted at it worriedly before glancing up at Rhiannon.
"Dunno how to work it. I've never touched one before." He wasn't even entirely sure it was a computer. It seemed smaller. Weren't computers supposed to be more... boxy? The few he'd seen had been like boxes with separate screens, so why was this one just a screen and a keyboard?
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Apr 28, 2013 0:12:59 GMT -8
tagged: moose. time: april 29, 2012 - 4:00PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: please pm me if there are problems. Rhiannon paused in the middle of measuring out how many cups of rice could actually fit in the rice cooker when Moose admitted to... not having touched a laptop before? The girl blinked, for a moment, not quite sure if she had heard right. The year was 2012. How was it that there was someone living in the year 2012 had never touched a laptop? Well... there was a first for everything, Rhiannon supposed, and walked over to where Moose was. "Okay, so..." Rhiannon said, reaching over so that she could show Moose how to operate her laptop. "First thing's first, don't touch this button, if you hold onto it for way too long, the laptop will shutdown all wrong."
She pointed to the power button before she placed her finger on the touchpad. "See the little white arrow moving around the screen right now?" Rhiannon asked, tracing her finger in circles on the touchpad. "You don't have to press your finger too hard on the touchpad, just kind of... glide your finger across it. And then..." She reached up a little to rest her fingers on the keyboard. "As long as you know the alphabet, then just lightly tap each of the buttons here with the letters to spell out things. And if there's a... blinking bar inside a box, then the letters should show up when you type." A pause, and then, she quickly added, "Here, I'll show you! So... let's start over here with this box that asks for your name -- oh, and to type, you have to press this left button under the touchpad, that's how you get into these boxes to type -- and try to type your name. The key near the "Z" will make letters capitalize."
Rhiannon then stood upright again, and as she went back to measuring the rice, added, "You just have to click on your gender and if you like boys or girls or both, and then just join in on a game. Or if there's something else you want to do, I can show how to do that too." She went about rummaging in the kitchen, pulling out this and that and everything in between that she would need. "Just ask for any help if you need it, okay? I mean, you did me a bunch of huge favors today, so the least I can do is help you out a bit, you know?" She liked to think that she was a decent human being, after all. At least, still decent enough to be a good and kind person...
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on May 3, 2013 13:38:27 GMT -8
tagged: open. date: april 29th, 2012, around 4pm.notes: notes. For all that he understood, Rhiannon might as well have been speaking in Greek. People often didn't understand just how technological things have gotten in the past few years. Mostly the sudden burst of technology only really effected old people, but it had burnt Moose as well. He'd had no real chance to learn, and now that he was out, his chances were just as slim. He might have been able to go to the library, but simple embarrassment had prevented that. The homeless weren't well treated when they invaded public spaces, and a library was absolutely a 'public space'. He'd have had to ask for help for everything, and for him, he simply had no idea what he would do with it. He had no idea the sort of things you could look up, or all the little advantages you could get. Computers were alien to him, and Rhiannon's explanation changed little of that.
Even so, he did make an effort--focusing hard on her explanation, even if most of the words were beyond him. 'Touchpad' was one slip-up, although she'd done well to avoid saying cursor. He knew buttons at least, and she was wise to specify that he didn't have to press hard. After a moment, Moose decided that the key for capitals could be safely ignored--so just letters, the little pad thing, and the button beside the pad thing that... what, picked things? Even the signup screen left him mystified, and for the first time in his life, Moose was forced to consider his sexuality.
Of course, most people had put thought into that well before the time they were thirty-seven, but Moose simply hadn't. Or more accurately, he had--and then it'd been wiped away in his accident, leaving him without that bit of knowledge. Had he been with women before? Men? He only knew about his time in prison, which was a wasteland of loneliness. Prison didn't exactly make a good place for working out your sexuality, and even the way it was done was different from the outside. He didn't quite understand why it was different, but he knew, from brief discussions, that it was.
So after staring at the screen, he slowly peck-typed a 'moose' into the one box, fumbling to select his gender (definitely male), and his preference (ladies, of course). Then, with agonizing slowness, Moose started to play.
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on May 4, 2013 3:10:57 GMT -8
tagged: moose. time: april 29, 2012 - 4:00PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: please pm me if there are problems. It hadn't exactly crossed Rhiannon's mind that letting Moose borrow her laptop wasn't exactly the most brilliant of ideas she had made that day, or how fortunate she was that Moose perhaps was not the kind to make off with an expensive piece of electronic equipment. (She probably wouldn't figure that out for a while, to be perfectly honest.) Instead, she was bustling around the kitchen, pausing every here and there when she had to remember exactly what the next step was. If she was going to be cooking for someone other than herself, she wanted to make sure that she didn't royally screw anything up. Oh, no, now that would be bad. Very, very bad.
Getting the rice going in the rice cooker was easy enough, as was slicing up vegetables. (Except the onions, those were always iffy at best for multiple reasons.) Cutting meat wasn't so easy though, actually getting everything into the wok... well, she was still working on being efficient at that. But at least she was getting somewhere, if the fact that the air smelled like something was cooking and not burning was any indication. Rhiannon glanced up once or twice over at Moose during the process, and then the third time she looked up, she asked, "So how is the game going?" She kind of did want to know if the other was winning or losing, and who he was playing against. All in innocent, lighthearted conversation, so to speak.
Perhaps it was because she was just slow at actually cooking, but the rice cooker beeped shortly after she had taken the stir-fry off the heat. Clearly, she hadn't been expecting it, because Rhiannon jumped a bit when it started going off. "Okay, so... how much do you want?" Rhiannon asked Moose. Honestly, she wasn't sure how much the other man ate, so asking was the only way to go. "If you need to, you can come over here and take a look before deciding." Either way, there was what she hoped was plenty of food to go around. There was no way she was going to eat all of it herself, and if anything, she would probably send Moose off with the leftovers if there ended up being any. She supposed she could sacrifice a Tupperware or two...
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on May 7, 2013 14:30:39 GMT -8
tagged: open. date: april 29th, 2012, around 4pm.notes: notes. Moose actually wasn't sure how the game was going. He didn't know if what he was doing was right or not, if he was doing things properly or screwing things up terribly. He stared at the screen for a few moments when Rhiannon asked before finally answering, looking up, his face looking terribly confused. He really didn't have any idea what he was doing, did he?
"Uh, I think I'm winning. Dunno really what I'm doing." He knew board games, but this sure as hell wasn't anything like those board games. In those board games, you didn't join houses or become a cowboy or half the other things he was now doing. You didn't send a cow off to trample your opponents.
He was pretty sure the game was over by the time the food was done (or he assumed it was done, because Rhiannon was acting like it was). Of course, the whole thing was still fairly confusing, but the big 'you won' message was enough to tell him that yes, he'd been correct, and he had, in fact, been winning. He picked the laptop up with all the carefulness of someone who worked in bomb disposal, setting it aside as he got up. Standing, he was reminded of just how tiny Rhiannon was. She was just so small--he could snap her like a twig without even trying, couldn't he?
"I'll eat anything you don't want." Having access to a constantly varying food supply meant that he could easily pack away food if it was offered. If he had the option, he'd overeat and that would just mean a hungry day wouldn't be so bad. It smelled good at least--a whole lot more appealing then soup kitchen food.
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on May 8, 2013 0:01:00 GMT -8
tagged: moose. time: april 29, 2012 - 4:00PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: please pm me if there are problems. "Yeah, Boardgame is kind of like that," Rhiannon had replied. The first time she played it was... weird, to say the very least. She couldn't really remember exactly who she had played that round with, to be honest. Only that the chat window that accompanied the game had been very entertaining. She did, however, remember that she played a saboteur (and had no idea what to do), and then somehow ended up having a dragon in her inventory. And probably died once or twice during the game. It was a while ago, but it was still funny to think back on. And no, she hadn't won that round. Not even close. Oh, well -- it had been a good way to pass the time.
While Moose was being as careful as ever setting the laptop to the side, Rhiannon was figuring out exactly how much she wanted tot take for her share of food. Light on the rice, she decided -- always, always go light on the rice. She pondered the stir-fry for a bit, before plucking up a pair of chopsticks to start picking out what she wanted from it. Mostly vegetables, and a little bit of the meat. (Why she was going through the process of painstakingly picking out bits and pieces from something so mixed together instead of having cooked them separately was anyone's guess.) It wasn't so much that she was a picky eater (quite contrary, she wasn't all that choosy with her food at all) as it was simply watching what she ate -- you always watched what you ate, if you wanted to look your best. (It was torture sometimes, admittedly.)
"The rest is yours," Rhiannon said, taking her little bowl of food over to where here laptop was. As she quickly put the laptop on sleep mode and closed the two halves together, she continued, "If you can't finish all of it, I can help you pack it up to take with you." She was aware of how little of the food she had actually taken, but she figured that Moose would probably appreciate having some extra to take with him, if there would be any left. "I mean, I guess you'd have to eat it all within a day because of lack of refrigeration, but... it should hold out okay for a day. Also, the spoon and fork are for you to use." She had decided to not risk the possibility of having to teach Moose how to use chopsticks to eat -- because from experience, Rhiannon knew that chopsticks didn't always mix with everyone. (She herself still questioned whose brilliant idea was it to eat with a pair of sticks on a regular basis.)
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on May 9, 2013 21:06:49 GMT -8
tagged: open. date: april 29th, 2012, around 4pm.notes: notes. Hearing 'if you couldn't finish it' was a freaking challenge until Rhiannon finished her sentence. If she hadn't offered to bag it, he'd have probably eaten the whole damn thing even if it made him ill. Having an offer to take it... well, he'd take it. He'd take it and eat it. Maybe he'd drag it out. He really wasn't concerned about the lack of refrigeration, he'd had far worse, and he'd get hungry before it got moldy or anything like that.
He stared dubiously at the sticks Rhiannon was using, more then a little confused. Simply put, he didn't know at all what they were. He felt the familiar little pain that told him he'd once know, but no, he had no idea what they were. Obviously used to eat, but... why? Where was her cutlery? He was thankful when she offered him actual cutlery, and he reached out to take them before getting up and moving over, staring at the stirfry and rice. Really, he knew what rice was, but the concept of a stirfry was foreign. It didn't matter--it smelled good, and he'd have wolfed it down regardless. He carefully served some into a bowl, not even sitting down to eat. Instead he leaned against the wall, taking three large bites.
Yep, it was good.
"Tastes good." In fact, it was the best thing he'd ever eaten, because IHOP was not exactly the height of culinary perfection. He really didn't feel abashed about just saying it, either. "Really good. Probably the best thing I've ever eaten." He took two more large bites, which had unfortunately almost emptied the relatively small bowl. His hand was massive in comparison, and he stepped over, refilling it a bit more.
"What're the stick things?" He asked over his shoulder as he served himself.
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on May 9, 2013 22:18:27 GMT -8
tagged: moose. time: april 29, 2012 - 4:00PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: please pm me if there are problems. Rhiannon was mentally making a checklist of what she needed to get done by when in her head. Finals were literally around the corner, which meant she had to get her projects done and over with over the course of the next few days. It wasn't... going to be too bad. Definitely better than last semester, that was for sure. There was less to do this time around, so she spaced out her work and actually did it, she could be done with an extra half of a day to spare. Yes, it was... manageable. She had accidentally gotten so caught up in thinking about the next week or so that she had failed to notice that Moose had been staring in her direction -- or rather, at her chopsticks. Had she noticed, it would have confused her as to why she was staring -- they were a very common utensil back at home for her. Practically everyday, in fact.
Needless to say, Rhiannon was caught off-guard when Moose spoke again. "I'm glad that you think so -- huh?" As quickly as the girl had regained her bearings, she found herself surprised yet again when the much larger man added that it was supposedly the best thing he had ever eaten. Well then. That was a rather commendable sort of compliment, and Rhiannon found herself caught between blushing (which still happened anyways) and wondering if Moose was just being nice. "Well, that means I've probably gotten better since the last time I cooked," Rhiannon finally replied, smiling a bit. Just because she was apprehensive about the sincerity of the statement didn't mean that she couldn't appreciate it for what it was. What Moose said next, however, made Rhiannon very glad that she had provided him silverware.
After finishing the bite of food she had taken just as Moose had asked -- it was impolite to talk while chewing, that was something that had been drilled into her head since she was very, very young -- Rhiannon replied, "These?" She held up her chopsticks and clicked them together a couple times in the air before continuing, "They're chopsticks. Really common in Asian households -- well, okay, in my case, half-Asian -- and you'll always find them in Chinese restaurants. I don't know whose idea it was to use two sticks to pick up food, for the record. I kind of do want to know though." Actually, it struck Rhiannon as odd that Moose didn't know what chopsticks were, because even with her friends who couldn't use chopsticks knew what they were called. A question for another day -- if saw Moose again. Actually, that was a legitimate question. "So... Moose, how often do you go where we met up at today?"
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on May 10, 2013 11:17:45 GMT -8
tagged: open. date: april 29th, 2012, around 4pm.notes: notes. Moose was definitely not making it up. It wasn't really in his nature to make flattering little white lies like that. He knew how, certainly, and he had seen people do it, but he'd simply never had cause to do it himself. Complimenting guards in prison just made you look like a brown noser, and Moose had behaved enough he never felt the need to 'make nice'. It simply wasn't worth pissing off the other prisoners to get in good with the guards, and prisoners didn't want empty compliments either. You didn't suck up to each other--that was just how it worked.
He nodded when she held the chopsticks up, confirming what was already obvious--yep, he was talking about the sticks. The little pieces of wood that were making his brain hurt. Quite literally as well--being unable to remember something left his brain throbbing until he either was told what it meant, or was able to put it out of his mind entirely.
Huh. So they were Asian. At the very least he knew what Asian was, although if you asked him to point out Asia, he'd have stared at the map blankly. So she was Asian. Was pink hair an Asian haircolor? He didn't even consider the possibility it was dyed or something. He just assumed it was a natural (if rare) hair color. Like people who had flaming red hair.
"Oh." He said by way of acknowledgement that yeah, he understood. Asian. To eat Asian food. Got it. Easy enough.
Most people attached a certain amount of shame to being homeless or needing money. They'd hide it away for as long as possible, embarrassed to even mention it. Moose wasn't though. He'd never felt any need to hide his situation to people. He wasn't a liar like that--even when most people would have just given a little lie. There was really no way for him to hide it. It was just too obvious.
"Live there. Or around there. Most of the nights it's that park." He said, taking another forkful of food before moving back to the stove, shoveling more into the bowl.
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on May 11, 2013 2:40:19 GMT -8
tagged: moose. time: april 29, 2012 - 4:00PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: please pm me if there are problems. Had Moose actually asked Rhiannon if pink was her natural hair color or not, she very well might have choked on the bite of rice and stir-fry she had just popped into her mouth. Because as much as she wished that her hair naturally grew out in all of its pastel, cotton candy pink glory, the fact was that, no, unfortunately, it wasn't -- and regular appointments to get her roots touched up was a bothersome but necessary pain she had to put up with to maintain it. She wouldn't of have blamed Moose for being surprised that she was half-Asian though -- she was kind of situated on that odd borderline in the middle where you just couldn't be sure without asking.
It did seem that he understood what chopsticks were without any need for further explanation though. Maybe she would teach him how to use chopsticks someday. Maybe. One look at Moose's hands and Rhiannon did have to wonder if he would even be able to hold a pair of them without accidentally snapping them in half. Well... that was a theory to test on another day, so to speak. There would definitely be another day, Rhiannon decided, when Moose stated that fact that he lived around Skid Row. No, not even around -- literally on, if he spent most nights in that park. She didn't like thinking about that, the reality that some people were in downright shitty situations that landed them as homeless. That was an ugly part of reality that she had been able to ignorantly (and perhaps blissfully) ignore back in San Marino, but here in Los Angeles? Not so much -- it was practically everywhere.
"That... sounds pretty dangerous, I'm not even going to lie," Rhiannon began, looking up at Moose. "... And pretty rough too. I mean, it's Los Angeles." Because, yeah, sure, Moose was a big (and very intimidating) sort of guy, but Los Angeles was a very dangerous city no matter who or what you were -- that was it, then, if she could help it. Moose had so far proven to be a nice enough person that she wouldn't mind keeping around as a friend. That, and he was helpful today, and he might just prove to be helpful again in the future. (She never claimed her motives were completely selfless.) "I just can't imagine it being a very kind sort of life, so... since I go to Fashion District every other week to buy stuff for projects, maybe we can set up a time to meet at the park every time? I'll bring you food or something on my trips."
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on May 11, 2013 15:36:26 GMT -8
tagged: open. date: april 29th, 2012, around 4pm.notes: notes. Moose really didn't consider the park to be particularly dangerous. Hell, he didn't even consider Skid Row itself to be particularly dangerous. Even if he'd recently been nearly mugged, the wounds had been minor and all healed in the intervening days. He supposed it probably would be more dangerous then most people were used to, but he didn't find it any more dangerous then just being in prison.
He offered a shrug in response. "Not really for me. If there's danger, it's because of what you have on you. They want the most money in the least trouble." He paused, taking a moment to size Rhiannon up. He knew what to look for, even if he'd never mugged anyone--you picked up a lot of tips and tricks from braggarts who liked to gloat.
"Realistically, a muggers probably a junkie who's looking for the money needed for his next fix. Easy to avoid them if you know what you need to do." He made a little gesture to her. "First things not really something I can fix. If a muggers gotta pick between someone as big as me or as small as you, easy enough to work out who's less likely to put up a fight." It was an important bit, but not something she could really affect.
"Don't walk around late at night. Don't cut through alleys. You probably heard all this stuff before." Hm, what were the more uncommon ones? "Don't look attractive. Really. Worst thing you can do. Look flat broke, so it looks like it'd be more trouble then it's worth. Don't look nervous, either. If you're nervous in a shitty area, it means you've probably got something you're afraid'll be stolen."
Moose, strictly speaking, avoided all of those without even trying. Nothing about him said 'I have valuables'. Hell, in most cases he'd have been broker then whoever tried to mug him.
What else? Oh yeah. "If you do get stopped, you got two choices. If it's public, run into the street screaming. Vast majority of the time, they'll clear off. More trouble then it's worth at that point. If not, just give them your shit and be done with it. Don't go anywhere with them. If they try and force you, bolt and run."
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on May 12, 2013 0:15:27 GMT -8
tagged: moose. time: april 29, 2012 - 4:00PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: please pm me if there are problems. Well, there was a reason why she had been jumpy earlier in Skid Row. She knew for a fact that she was a rather short and petite sort of person (not as much as she would prefer, to be honest) -- though having someone who seemed to be more than a foot taller than her point that out was... both intimidating and, in a bizarre sort of way, a bit comical. Just a bit. Most of what Moose said, was stuff that Rhiannon had been told before she had gone off to attend fashion school in Los Angeles -- at least, until Moose got to the part about not looking attractive. At this, Rhiannon gave him a look that could only be described as disbelieving horror. She simply could not do it!
"... I don't think I can make it out of this building without looking at least how I look today," Rhiannon replied. Oh, no, no, that was definitely not happening, there was no way that anyone in the fashion department would let her live that down. Hell, the only reason she could get away with looking the way she did today was because finals were around the corner; how she was dressed now was considered the fashions student version of sweats and a t-shirt. "It's... complicated to explain. The best way I can put it is fashion school politics and the way that entire hidden hierarchy is run." She could see Moose's point though -- the point of being attractive was to draw attention, but having all eyes on you in Skid Row was not a good thing. "I mean... I guess I could... make a stop halfway and change... I can't do anything about my hair though." Because pink hair was meant to stand out like a sore thumb in every way...
And come to think of it, did she even have any shitty-looking clothes? Well, at home, sure she had a few baggy sweaters and less-than-flattering (but very comfortable) pants that she tended to camp out in her room in on certain days every now and again, but... she didn't exactly have those with her at school. Nor did she plan to bring them over. No. Just no. The students of the Otis Fashion department would murder her for that sort of transgression. As Moose continued to list off the code to surviving in Skid Row, the more Rhiannon was sure that she wanted to ensure that Moose would kind of... be a bodyguard for her. Hey, if he was everything that she was not, then maybe he could scare away all the people she couldn't for her! Especially after the very last thing he said. "... If I could, I would pay someone to be my bodyguard every time I need to even step near Skid Row," she concluded.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on May 14, 2013 20:55:48 GMT -8
tagged: open. date: april 29th, 2012, around 4pm.notes: notes. She looked so downright horrified by the thought of not looking her best. It was downright comical, and Moose grinned a tiny bit, letting out a snort. Was it really that bad? To her it apparently was. To her it was some strange horror that couldn't be endured. He could only imagine how she'd manage in a situation like prison where you had no say over your clothes, and only minimal say over your own appearance. She'd probably have to cut it short, although he didn't know the politics of female prisoner hair. He wouldn't be surprised if they cut it short and made her deal with it.
He offered a shrug at her disgust. "If you can't get any less noticeable, you'll just have to avoid it. You stick out like a sore thumb." Really, there was no way for her to blend in to Skid Row. It just couldn't be done. She might not always get mugged, but she'd almost always draw attention, which would immediately make her a target to some extent. It wasn't a happy picture, but it was a true one, and Moose had little interest in beating around the bush or misleading people.
Moose paused at her little reveal. Pay someone to... to what, guard her? It wasn't a foreign concept to him. Plenty of prisoners with lots of money would bribe others to guard them, to keep people away and to keep them safe. He hadn't really thought people would tihnk they'd need that kind of protection, but he supposed... well, yes, someone like her might if she had to go through. He paused, sizing her up, and then decided to simply go for it--she seemed nice enough, needed protection, and he needed the cash.
"Well, I'm in the area. I can always guard you if you need to go through the area." He offered. He wasn't even looking for money so much as food. Food was good, and he went right back to eating.
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on May 15, 2013 0:05:03 GMT -8
tagged: moose. time: april 29, 2012 - 4:00PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: please pm me if there are problems. Rhiannon had no plans whatsoever to go to prison. Ever. Because while she wasn't exactly the sweetest or nicest person (at least, she didn't think of herself as such), she was definitely a law-abiding one and didn't do anything that would make the police come after her. At least, she didn't think she was doing anything that would make the police think she was a suspicious character. (And if she did, she was so sorry, she never meant to do it.) Needless to say, she never really thought about what she would do if she somehow for some bizarre reason landed herself behind bars. Hopefully a day that would never come in this lifetime. Or the next. Or any of them.
"Well... can't say I can do much about not standing out either, unfortunately." Rhiannon looked down at her bowl, which was now a little over halfway done. How much of the rice that had been left in the rice cooker had Moose eaten? She'd check in a bit, she decided. Most likely after she finished her own share of food. "It's kind of become a force of habit, after spending three semesters here at this place." Again, it was stand out or be trampled by the crowd. And you had to stand out in a good way too. Still, it was good advice, she supposed, and she would put what she reasonably could of it to practice for her own safety when she needed it. "Thank you for the advice though, Moose. I'll follow what I reasonably can of it next time I go."
There seemed to have been a bit of a pause just then, but once Moose made his offer to play the role of her bodyguard, Rhiannon beamed at him. A sunny, happy sort of smile that lit up her face as she replied, "It would be really great if you could. I would really appreciate that, actually!" That had been the outcome she had been digging for, but to be fair, she actually was having a good time right now. Who would have guessed, that she would be enjoy spending time with a homeless man in the communal kitchen at the school dorms? Well, there was a first for everything, Rhiannon supposed. "So... should I meet you at the park each time? Ah... I'll bring food each time too?" She was pretty sure that the offer meant he was already saying yes, but just in case, why not throw in a pretty little incentive for Moose to consider?
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on May 17, 2013 12:49:01 GMT -8
tagged: open. date: april 29th, 2012, around 4pm.notes: notes. "No idea what a semester is." Moose commented, largely offhandedly. He really didn't. He didn't know what it meant, and his brain was painful at the thought. Some kind of time, from what she'd said. How long? A few weeks? A few years? Why couldn't people just say what they meant?
Food. Yep, he was sold. He'd have walked her pretty much anywhere in exchange for food. Hell, he'd have walked her to New York if she was going to feed him on the way. It wasn't as if he was some unfit slob--he was plenty fit, and he could handle walking for damn long periods of time without any trouble at all. The only real problem with the arrangement was the how -- how the hell was she going to find him?
"Having set days would probably be best. I'm normally in the area, but sometimes I move off to work, and it's not like there's an easy way to contact me." He knew of cellphones, but he sure as hell didn't have one of his own, even if others in prison sometimes smuggled them in. He couldn't really see the appeal, but he supposed they'd be handy in situations like this.
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on May 18, 2013 23:27:12 GMT -8
tagged: moose. time: april 29, 2012 - 4:00PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: please pm me if there are problems. Rhiannon tilted her head. Moose didn't know what a semester was? Huh, odd. "A semester is... however long a certain set of classes last. Usually anywhere between fifteen to twenty weeks, depending on which school. Or something like that." Rhiannon finished up the last bit of her food before she continued, "It's really not much else beyond that." She stood up and walked over to the sink in order to start washing her bowl and chopsticks. "The current one here is almost over. Though I go to Fashion District like every other week year-round." Fabric was just cheaper there...
There was no way that Rhiannon would ever consider walking to New York, truth be told. Oh, no, not at all -- if she was going to New York, it would be on a plane and with her Parsons acceptance letter in tow. Assuming that she would actually end up getting that, but okay. Or have someone drive her there over the span of several days if she really couldn't get a plane -- but that was unlikely. Walking, however, was completely out of the question. She was a tiny little thing, after all, and if she had needed help dragging a sewing machine back to her dormitory, then there was no way she was lugging around her belongings with her over to the other side of the country by foot. Yeah, no, that there was not happening in a million, billion years...
Set days made sense though -- because on the off chance that Moose had a phone, if he was homeless, he probably wasn't going to be able to pay the bill to keep the thing on. "Uhm... I usually go on Thursdays or Fridays -- this week was an off one because of an emergency." She paused for a moment to grab at the small towel she had bought along to wipe the bowl and chopsticks clean before continuing, "And I usually drop by there at like... eleven or eleven thirty in the morning. And usually every other week, so the next time would be... the tenth or the eleventh of next month? Yeah, around then. So... check the park both days at eleven and wait until noon, if that's okay? If I don't show up on the Thursday, assume I'll be there that Friday, unless something urgent pops up." You never did know what would happen.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on May 19, 2013 16:37:44 GMT -8
tagged: open. date: april 29th, 2012, around 4pm.notes: notes. Moose accepted her explanation of a semester easily enough. Classes meant it was a school thing, and from the look of her, he doubted it was a high school thing. Probably college--something he'd heard of but knew little about, beyond the fact that it wasn't for him. He'd barely managed to get through high school, and the thought of education beyond that... well, just not happening. He wasn't cut out for it, not in the slightest.
He gave a little nod. He could follow her instructions easily enough--no real problem.
"Thursdays from eleven to twelve. Fridays the same." He paused, making a mental note. It wasn't as if his calendar was chock full of obligations after all. He'd have to make more of a point of keeping track of the days of the week though.
"And every other week." He'd probably have preferred a bit more variety in that, but no, every two weeks was good and consistent. A solid, firm meal. He could look forward to it more then other things in his life at the moment.
"Sounds fine to me." After a moment, he set his plate aside, finally done eating, hunger sated for the first time in weeks.
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on May 20, 2013 11:33:55 GMT -8
tagged: moose. time: april 29, 2012 - 4:00PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: please pm me if there are problems. "I'll tell you if there's anything that would throw a wrench into that," Rhiannon said, walking over to retrieve Moose's dishes before heading back to the sink to wash those too. She glanced over to see if there was any extra food left, and there was... perhaps enough left over for most people to have lunch the next day. It would have been enough for her to have one and a half meals, but she was going to pack that away for Moose to take along. However long it would last him was anyone's guess, but if he managed to eat that much of the food... Rhiannon was guessing that it would probably just be a snack for him. Well then. It was impressive, in an odd way.
A quick glance up at the clock notified Rhiannon that it had reached the time of the night when the buses only came along hourly, if even that -- Los Angeles' public transportation was notoriously awful in every way. Rhiannon glanced over at Moose, then back at the clock. It was probably only polite to let him stay the night, Rhiannon noted as as she bit at the inside of her lower lip. That, and her roommate wasn't going to be back at all tonight and probably wouldn't be back until Moose was gone the next day. Before she really even gave it much more thought -- she was just making all great decisions today, wasn't she? -- Rhiannon asked Moose, "Actually, would you like to stay the night? The buses run really slow at this hour, so it'll take you a long time to get back to Skid Row." A pause, and then she added, "I can offer you a shower too." Because if he slept over, she would rather he be clean.
Rhiannon did have an couple of extra blankets and a spare pillow or two, so she could offer Moose those as well -- but only if he showered, because as nice as the other man was, there was not a snowball's chance in hell that she was going to lend those to him for the night if he didn't take a shower. So she would make that offer later. Though speaking of showers... there was a slight little problem. A few problems, actually. As she finished up washing the dishes and drying them, Rhiannon continued, "Well, I'd want to take my shower first, but I'll keep it short so that you'll still have hot water to use." That was the first problem -- long showers. But she could just pretend that she was in a hurry to get somewhere, which would speed it up... drastically, actually. "The shower may be a bit cramped and... you're going to end up smelling like flowers, since you will probably have to use my shampoo..."
Good god, Quentin would kill her if he knew what she was doing right now. That, or her older brother would try to kill Moose and probably end up a splat on the sidewalk. Paris, on the other hand... well, her little brother would probably dramatically fall to the ground laughing his ass off and then never let her live any of it down for the rest of her life. That was really it. Good thing neither of them were here though, Rhiannon noted as she packed up the leftovers in a little Tupperware box. After she had gathered up the cleaned dishes and her supplies, she turned to Moose and asked, "Do you mind helping me carry the bag of rice back into my room?" She had a spare towel somewhere too, she noted to herself, so if Moose did take up the offer for a shower... well, she'd just dump everything she let him borrow in the laundry five times over come tomorrow. Or maybe ten times? Ten was good.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on May 20, 2013 12:32:18 GMT -8
tagged: open. date: april 29th, 2012, around 4pm.notes: notes. The amount of food left would be a lunch for him too--it just wouldn't be the kind of lunch that filled him up. It would be enough to tide him over though, and more then what he normally ate, and the fact that she was boxing it up was appreciated, considering it was still, strictly speaking, her food.
Moose really wasn't expecting anything after that. He'd go and make his way back to skid row. He'd probably take a few days to do it rather then taking the bus, saving the money and learning the new territory. It wasn't as if he had a rush--not as far as he knew anyway--but he still had to get back eventually. It was, for lack of a better term, his 'home'.
So when she offered for him to stay the night, his eyebrows went right up. She was going to just let him stay? Wasn't she... well, wasn't she afraid? Nervous? Hell, people who were perfectly confident in a fight or well equipped with weapons were still nervous around him from size alone. Did she really have no fear at all? Wasn't she nervous? Wasn't she worried that he'd rob her blind, or hurt her, or something? Moose wasn't even particularly malicious, and he could think of thirty or fifty different things he could do that would benefit him a lot and her not at all. Like, did she have no danger sense at all?
He stared at her for several long moments before responding, giving a little nod. "I'll stay if you'll let me. Really wouldn't mind a shower, either." Good god, how long since his last shower? Wait, he actually knew that--how long had he been out? His last shower had been in prison, and he hadn't had one since (although he had gone for a quick swim once or twice, although that was hardly a shower).
Really, he didn't even mind the possibility of it. "Shower would be real nice." God yes, it sounded like a slice of freaking heaven as far as he was concerned. Even if he'd come out smelling funny--better flowery then filthy.
He gave a little nod to her question, moving over to the bag and hefting it easily. He felt better then he had in weeks on a full stomach. "Show the way. Really don't remember." He might have been able to navigate the streets, but buildings were much, much different.
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on May 20, 2013 20:15:07 GMT -8
tagged: moose. time: april 29, 2012 - 4:00PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: please pm me if there are problems. Well, it wasn't that she didn't have a sense of danger as it was the fact that she was naive. Rhiannon had come from a relatively safe neighborhood and had led a relatively sheltered life -- it was a double-edged sword, in a sense. While it did make her feel more jumpy around unfamiliar and shady-looking places, but she also had a tendency to grow secure a little too fast once she felt like she was... well, safe. And since Moose had helped her out and had overall been a rather nice person so far, she did feel safe enough around him. Hence why, despite having what would pretty much be every reason in the world to turn him away, she was allowing him to stay.
"I don't mind," Rhiannon replied, leading the way back to her dorm room. "I mean, my roommate isn't coming back tonight at all, so she'll never know the difference. And I have a towel and spare blankets and pillows for you to use." She left out the part about everything being pink and probably looking ridiculous when put next to him, much less on him. Once at the room, she set her stuff down back where everything was supposed to go, she rummaged around the room, pulling out a spare towel, blankets, and extra pillows for Moose before she grabbed her pajamas and toiletries. "I'm going to take mine first, so... I'll be out in fifteen minutes." And with that, she made a beeline to the bathroom so that she could take her quick shower.
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