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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 1, 2013 17:01:47 GMT -8
Before? It caught Moose off guard, and he stared at him for a moment before realizing that no, he hadn't ever told Oskenonton. He'd told Emmie--who he'd met not even twelve hours before--but it had never come up with Oskenonton. He paused, trying to compose himself, and then simply shook his head.
"No. Don't remember any of that stuff. Right before I went to prison I ended up... I don't really know. Some accident." He paused, then reached up to trace a finger over the scar that ran across his nose. "Gave me this, and more on the back of my head." Hidden away by hair. If Oskenonton ran his fingers along Moose's scalp, he'd be able to feel them, but wearing his hair long kept most of them out of sight, unless you looked at them from exactly the right angle. It wasn't as if many people got a top-down view of Moose's scalp. "So I don't remember anything. First thing I can remember is prison, and that's kinda... vague and fuzzy. Don't remember doing anything to get put in jail, don't remember the surgeries. I mean the guy who stood for me in the trial told me about it, but I don't remember it." He didn't remember it at all. He didn't remember anything before it.
"So I guess when I say that no one was ever as nice as you were, I mean... well, it could have happened. I don't think it did, but it could have. I just don't remember it." His childhood had been an unhappy one, from what very little he'd been told about it. He'd never asked about his parents or family though. He'd avoided those questions, preferring not to ask, to never know if they were already dead, or if they'd just chosen to abandon him.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 1, 2013 17:25:27 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 11, 3AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Looked like he’d accidentally gone and fallen face first into one of those questions you just didn’t ask. Oskenon:ton was generally good at avoiding those, but he’d always had a good relationship with his parents, and he didn’t have any siblings, so there was really no reason why he shouldn’t have asked about family if it ever came up. To him, family life was extremely important. He’d met people whose lives were less than perfect, of course, it just never struck him as such that he wouldn’t ask.
”…oh.” He trailed a little, looking down at the table. ”I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t have asked, huh?” A little nervous chuckle at that. ”But that’s alright, too, I guess. You get to start somewhat new.” No past guilt, enemies… nothing like that, he supposed.
”Listen, if you need me to, I can stay with you for the night, if you want.” Yes, Oskenon:ton was quite the hen, and he preferred if Moose felt alright before leaving. If he felt uncomfortable alone after a nightmare, then so be it, he’d help.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 1, 2013 17:39:32 GMT -8
In all honesty, Moose didn't feel like Oskenonton had just stumbled into a mindfield. Oskenonton obviously did, apologizing for it, but Moose simply shook his head. It was hard to have strong feelings about something he didn't remember. He'd never felt particularly lacking for the fact that he couldn't recall any of it. If anything, his normal feeling on the issue was simple frustration. It was frustrating when he could feel a tickle of a memory, and yet not actually remember what it was his brain was trying to think of.
In order to properly regret the things you were missing, you had to have some sort of perspective for what it was you were missing, and Moose lacked that. He couldn't say that he missed the feeling of a family, because he didn't know what family felt like. He couldn't say he missed the memories of his childhood, because he simply didn't know what it was like to have them. He couldn't hope to comprehend them, and it left him with an interesting perspective on things.
"Don't feel bad about that, alright? I mean, it's always been like this for me. It's not a big deal I guess. Only really comes up if people ask, and it's not like you'da known." He hesitated before reaching over, giving Oskenonton a small pat on the back that was intended to be comforting. Moose didn't have any memories of this either--of someone trying to comfort him--and he felt like he was flying by the seat of his pants.
Even with that, he did think that Oskenonton was being optimistic. Starting somewhere new was kind of shitty when you had absolutely nothing to fall back on.
"You don't have to stay up with my sorry ass. I'll fall back asleep soon enough." He gave a weak smile. It was obvious he wasn't back to his normal vigor, but he was looking a good deal better then he'd been when Oskenonton first arrived. OSKENÓN:TON | MAY 15TH, 3AM |
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 1, 2013 18:06:59 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 11, 3AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Always been that way for him? How… well, melancholy. He couldn’t quite call it sad because it was up to Moose whether to decide if it was or not, but to him, it just felt lonely. Oskenon:ton was rather familiar with loneliness, however. He felt it a lot when he travelled, along with a feeling of homesickness that sometimes pressed him down into bed to the point where he didn’t feel like getting up. Still, he always did and told himself he could go home any time he wanted. He just didn’t because his father sent him out on a task, and he’d go and do it.
”I guess it just sounds awfully lonely, that’s all. I’d grown up in a small place, so I was always around people.” So not being around people he knew everything about was odd until he got used to it. Only he never truly did; he felt just as out of place in LA as anywhere else. Big cities didn’t sit well with him from the get-go, and LA was actually where he’d stayed the longest so far. What had it been now? Two months?
Oskenon:ton went silent for a few seconds, mulling multiple things over. He supposed that Moose would be alright on his own, and if he was really comfortable with that and wanted to, then he’d let him be.
”If you really wanted me to, I’ll just go. But I’m completely alright with staying here with you if you’re comfortable with that. I just want to make sure you’re alright.” And not randomly waking up in the middle of the night again.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 1, 2013 18:17:42 GMT -8
Moose had always been around people, but his experience had obviously been much different from Oskenotons. Time in prison didn't quite equate to time at home. What Oskenonton was talking about was alien to him, but at the same time he was starting to get at least a rough idea of what it was like. It was like what he was feeling right now--like he could depend on someone. Like someone cared, and was concerned for him.
He could have easily sent Oskenonton away, but after a moment he decided that he actually didn't want to. He wanted Oskenonton to stay. He wanted him to stay with him until he fell asleep, and he paused, then shook his head. "You can stay. I think I would... like that. Having someone around, I mean." Maybe it would help him sleep, to know that someone was there. To remind him that his situation had changed, that he was no longer alone in a prison cell, waiting for a day that might ever come. To know that people cared about him, even if he wasn't quite sure what to make of it.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 1, 2013 18:31:19 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 11, 3AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Oskenon:ton hoped he wasn’t pressuring him into it, but he’d feel much more comfortable if he was sure Moose could sleep through the night. What the hell was he even doing? Moose was a grown man, he could probably take care of himself over a nightmare. His hen instincts still told him just to make sure, though. He’d always been told that he would make a good parent, but he never had much interest in children in the first place. Sure, they were nice to have around until they were yours.
”Good.” He grinned again, taking the tomahawk from his waistband and putting it on the coffee table. Rolling over on it would require a hospital visit, after all. The couch itself was small, but he supposed they could make do. Oskenon:ton did have a tendency to roll around a lot and squirm when he slept, so he hoped Moose wouldn’t mind too badly.
”Couch is small, but I guess we’ll make do.”
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 1, 2013 18:54:07 GMT -8
Moose hadn't realized he'd had the tomahawk, and when he pulled it away, Moose could only raise his eyebrows. He didn't know what it was--not even as an ax--but he knew enough to recognize that it was dangerous. Like some sort of fat knife. "Thought I was a robber?" Which was reasonable enough, and he tried to settle back as Oskenonton sat with him.
It only lasted a moment before he shook his head. "Couch is barely big enough for me. I mean, wouldn't mind you staying here. Would be kind of nice. But the couch isn't going to fit both of us. You'll just end up falling off." Because if the two of them rolled into each other, there was really no question of who was going to end up tumbling to the floor. There was no 'making do' involved. It was just too damn small, unless they shoved a love seat over or something.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 1, 2013 19:09:42 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 11, 3AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Oskenon:ton chuckled a little when Moose finally noticed to tomahawk. He’d made it himself a long time ago, and he just put new pieces in whenever they became damaged. He always had it with him, considering it a necessary tool for whatever it happened to be, from taking off a small branch to hunting to cleaving an apple. Knives were nice and all, but they lacked the familiarity he came to associate with a tomahawk.
”Things that go bump in the night don’t sit too well with me, so I like to bring it.” He shrugged just a little, that smile still on his face right up until Moose pointed out that the couch was way, way too small.
”Oh.” Well, that would pose as a problem, now wouldn’t it? He would definitely be shoved off in time if Moose so much as moved, but he could figure an alternative out easily enough. ”My bed’s slightly bigger. I mean, it isn’t huge, but it’s better suited for two people than a couch.”
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 1, 2013 19:18:00 GMT -8
Moose didn't have a lot of the ideas about 'going back to someone's bed' that most people had. Simply put, it was never really an option in prison. You stayed in your cell or else you got in major trouble. You didn't go wondering off to stay with someone else unless you were desperate to extend your sentence. Despite what the media said about 'relationships' in prison, it really wasn't nearly as common as everyone seemed to think.
Moose paused, hesitating for a moment before nodding. "I mean... yeah, if you don't mind. Might sleep better with someone there. I always had someone right next door. Could hear them breathing and snorin' and shit. In the house it's just... quiet." Very quiet, and it likely had contributed to his inability to sleep. He paused, then pushed himself off the couch, grabbing a blanket and tossing it over his shoulder before grabbing his pillow. It was, of all things, terribly pink, and there could be no question who he was 'borrowing' it from.
He still let Oskenonton take the lead. It was his room after all, and Moose had never stepped foot in it.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 1, 2013 19:28:48 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 11, 3AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Despite having been in relationships in the past, they never quite advanced beyond a couple pecks on the lips here and there. Definitely not where one was inviting the other into bed. Realistically, though Oskenon:ton was rather open to it, he always felt that the city was a huge wall between a lot of people and himself. It made him quite sad to think about, and he felt a lot more lonely when he did. Perhaps some of those past relationships would’ve worked if he was willing to stay in the city, or the other person would’ve been willing to move out to Haida Gwaii. In the end, one party didn’t give and they parted ways.
To Oskenon:ton, inviting Moose back was like telling your kid that they could sleep in your bed tonight after a nightmare. He got up, picking up his tomahawk again and glancing back at Moose. ”Alright, let’s go, then.” He had to pause at his pillow, bright pink, for a second before deciding that Rhiannon probably had a single spare one. The image of Moose clutching a pink pillow was quite funny, though.
Oskenon:ton’s room was just starting to look cozy and presentable. There was a bed, a desk, a chair… Basic things, and then the whole place was utterly littered with tools, half finished projects, wood and other things he used or needed. The sheets were woven into a rather geometric pattern, but far from what he considered traditional. If he had time, he would’ve woven his owns sheets.
”Make yourself comfortable.” He sat down on one side of the bed, eyes sweeping over the bedside table before putting down his tomahawk there.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 1, 2013 20:23:29 GMT -8
It was fairly safe to say that neither of them were thinking quiet on the terms of 'relationship'. Moose was struggling to think in terms of 'friendship'. He really didn't have much of a perspective on things. He didn't know how friendships were supposed to work outside of prison. He didn't know if sharing feelings after a nightmare was normal, or if letting someone curl up with you until you fell asleep was. Hell, he hadn't even realized that him having a pink pillow was some terrible bad thing. Pink wasn't a color that showed up often in prison.
The smell in Oskenonton's room was distinct, and not one Moose was familiar with. It smelled like old wood, and the number of times he'd been anywhere near the forest could be counted on one hand. Forests were a different smell from recently cut and worked wood. It wasn't a bad smell, and he simply let himself stand in the doorway for a bit, his eyes drifting shut as he took a deep breath.
It smelled nice. It was a smell he'd learned to associate with Oskenonton, the smell of freshly cut wood, but for the moment he simply let himself enjoy it before finally moving forward, sitting on the edge of his bed. It felt soft--far softer then the mattress he'd spent the majority of his life on, and softer then the couch as well. Were all beds so soft and nice? He actually let out a groan of relief as he let himself sink back, pulling his pillow up to flop down on it. He didn't go under the sheets, but instead dragged up his own blanket, feeling warm enough with just that.
He turned, something he'd never do when he was actually sleeping, and glanced up at Oskenonton, confused about what he was feeling. Gratitude? He felt thankful--Oskenonton was going out of his way to be kind, to help him in a way no one had before.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 2, 2013 15:59:50 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 11, 3AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Moose sure sounded satisfied with the bed, despite the mattress being a cheaper one that he happened to find at a sale. It was really nothing fancy, but after a lifetime of sleeping on a prison cot, then a bench, then a couch, he supposed it was fine. He stretched out a bit as well with a yawn, flopping down on the sheets and crawling under. He didn’t mind what Moose did, really. If he wanted to sleep atop the covers, then so be it. It’d help him not flail on him while he was sleeping, anyways.
He did eventually notice that Moose was staring at him, and he tilted his head slightly. ”Anything wrong?” He seemed comfortable enough, and Oskenon:ton didn’t quite realize how exhausted he was until his head hit his pillow. Moose looked tired, too, but perhaps a little uncomfortable considering that it was his bed.
Oskenon:ton rolled over a little himself, folding his arm under his head to grin at Moose. It sort of felt a little more like home like that; especially when it got really cold, people would often sleep in the same bed to warm up. It was especially common with parents and children, but it wasn’t rare among friends either. He could gladly count Moose as a friend in that case. Though he was intimidating looking, he’d yet to hurt a fly as far as he was concerned.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 3, 2013 10:46:24 GMT -8
The bed was like a chunk of heaven itself as far as Moose was concerned. Prison cots were not known for their softness, and by and large they existed simply so they wouldn't have to sleep on the floor. They were thin and rough, and none of them had been big enough to manage Moose's weight. For that matter, none of them were long enough for his height, and while the bed he was lying on now wasn't amazing by any means, his feet weren't sticking a foot off the end of the bed. It was like heaven on earth, and he shook his head when Oskenonton asked if anything was wrong. No. Nothing was wrong. Everything was great and lovely, and he felt some kind of strange foreboding from the very idea. Things never went right for him. Not once had he ever had things actually go well. Everything came with some kind of horrible, terrible 'but'. You get out of jail, but you'll be on probation. You get a job, but only because a dozen people died. You have a little friend to follow you around, but it's only because she's reporting back to daddy.
There were a lot of buts. Now he was just lying there, waiting for another new 'but'. He knew it was coming. It was just a question of what it was, and he tried to let himself settle down, rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling. "Just tired I guess. Didn't feel so late until I lay down." Exhaustion was sneaking in, threatening to take him over, and he let his eyes flutter shut. He slept like the dead--still and silent, not moving or rolling at all. If he rolled over anywhere, he was likely to fall out of an undersized bed. He'd learned to stay still early on.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 3, 2013 13:51:41 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 11, 3AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Oskenon:ton was tired and it was evident that Moose was the same way. It was, what, 3 in the morning? He was usually completely asleep by that time, even if he had to work very late. He’d always stop at around 1 or 2 and that already felt horrible to him when he woke up the next day. He still didn’t mind staying up if Moose was more comfortable, but he didn’t seem to care either way, so he was glad to get some sleep.
”Alright. Well, good night, I guess.” Or good early morning at the moment, but he didn’t want to bring that up. He had a couple hours left before he was supposed to wake up again, so he simply rolled over with his back facing Moose, tucking in among the blankets and keeping himself warm. He did tend to move around a lot as he slept, but he sincerely hoped that Moose wouldn’t feel it too much or he wouldn’t mind.
There was nothing else; no fine print and no extra stipulations for Moose to mull over as Oskenon;ton fell asleep. He was simply lending him half his bed for the night, that was all. He suspected things would be right back to normal the next day.
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