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[2013-05-25 01:07:07 +0000 UTC]
"but only on wednesdays"
(United States)
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# About me
Dave 'shadey' strider
how the hell did this shit happen
"Dave is a delicious chicken leg on the giant rooster of life"
-Oprah
PANSEXUAL Your name is Dave. You are 5'9 but your hightop sneakers make you tall as a motherfucker You live alone in New York City in a studio apartment You got this rap shit going hard. Youre 16 almost 17 You go to a lot of shadey places. Gives you insp for upcoming rap crusades You dont remember anything, they said you had an 'accident' what the fuck happened
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It had been a long time. A very long time, in fact. But the boy could have sworn he recognised the human just a few feet away from him. He took a moment to contemplate, thinking back to the game, the dumb humans he was forced to interact with, even if he didn't for the most part. Just then, it clicked. Dave. Yeah, that was it. Dave Strider. Oh. Dave Strider.
It was that one kid who acted like he was the definition of cool. And back on Earth, maybe he was. But Eridan disregarded his charade. That was what he considered it, anyway. However, not being entirely in the mood for confrontations of a violet or aggressive nature at the moment, he approached the other male in hopes of him recognising him, also.
"Hey, Davve-- Been a wwhile, eh? Not that wwe evver really interacted much or at all really but wwe saww each other in passin', right?"
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Dave sauntered out of the shop, pressing cold fingertips onto the warm Starfucks coffee. It was already half empty.Β
He continued to tell himself he didnt have such an addiction but, god, the Β evidence was already. hot and sliding
down his throat. Quickly, he picked up the pace, walking through large crowds of Newyorkers, tourists, and straight up assholes, stopping himself at a lone alleyway. He turned back, hearing a voice.
Oh my fuckin God it was noneother then fishfuck himself. Now, it wasnt unsual for trolls to be roaming some parts of the earth, but most are detained for wanting to kill everybody. How the hell did this genocidal maniac end up on the streets.
"Sup fishsticks, yeah i guess we did, passin by faster then a missed subway on a broken railroad. Yo I didnt even know youd fuckin remember me, shits sweet as hell in some ways. Givin me straight up lethal injections of fuckin feels man. Straight to the goddamnΒ circulatory system man." He smiled, practically deep throating his coffee, tossing it into the green bin across the alley.Β
"Reduce reuseΒ recycle. Givin mother nature a straight up boner let me fuckin tell you. "
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It would be a lie to say Eridan hadn't ended up in a few scrapes with humans. Some having a better fate than others. Some being at the bottom of a nearby lake. Whatever was convenient. But he was a pirate, no way would he be caught. He brought a hand to rest on his hip for a moment, still dressed in the same attire he was known for. He liked how it echoed that of his ancestor and found it hard to wear anything else because of that.
"I'm gonna dismiss the tired nickname but yeah. Wwith glasses like those I'd knoww you anywwhere. It wwasn't necessarily a compliment but sure, feel free to take it as one." The troll replied, watching Dave throw the discarded cup into the receptacle and blinking behind his frames.
"Aren't you considerate."
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"Arnt I just?" He tried to do a little good for the environment. In NYC theres only so much that can be done. He slid off his snades, resting them on the top of his blond hair. "Glad you like the shades tho, fishdicks." He grinned a his shoes before looking back up, his eyes fixated on his hair "see youre still sportin the purple drank. Nice. Ive always been a fan of violet. Royal as fuck and looks great in pics. Not that instagram shit tho."Β
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[ BEST SHADE OF PURPLE omg violet ]
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He rolled his eyes a tad, watching the other adjust his glasses accordingly. "Again, I'll dismiss the nickname, but yeah, yer wwelcome." He retorted, chewing lightly on his scarf for a moment. He glanced to him again as he spoke, nodding a bit. "Indeed I am. Vviolet is quite easily the best shade of vviolet, wwhat can I say! But wwoah wwhat's wwrong wwith Instagram--"
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still alive but im barely breathin -abroham lincolnΒ
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( U NEVR TOLD ME U WERE STIL ACTIV ON THIS ACOCUNT FUCKER )
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Gamzee adjusted the strap for his guitar that rested on his shoulder. He had just got off work so it was just the beginning of the evening. He dug in his hoodie pocket and pulled out a cigarette pack. He took one stick out and placed it between his painted lips. He then lit it, taking a long drag before exhaling out a smoke cloud. He returned the pack to his pocket, stuffing one hand in his pocket, the other holding the cigarette. As he walked down the sidewalk he noticed a person whom he had not seen before. Once it seemed like the other was looking in his direction, being the dork Gamzee is, he waved at him, a laid back grin pulling at his painted lips.Β
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He dropped out of school, or at least hoped he did. He didnt really, remember. But he was only 15, just in his freshman year. Or would be. He hasnt gone to school sense he got out of that shithole they called rehab. The only people he knew was people that he met one night when he had too much to drink, and he was currently coming back from them, with about four ounces of bullshit weed in his red sweater pocket. Probably not the best place to put it, knowing there were cops fucking everywhere in this equally as bullshit city.
There was a dude smoking across from him, and.. he looked too young to do that. But then again, dave was no exception.
"smokin's not healthy for you." said the boy who smelled like kush.
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Gamzee blinked. The, obviously younger, male smelt of a scent that was pretty familiar, but he nagged him about smoking a simple cigarette? Gamzee found that funny. He pulled his iphone out from his back pocket and started to type on the notepad app.Β
'OnE cIgArEtTe OnCe In A wHiLe AiN't So BaD, bRoThEr." But it wasn't once in a while, Gamzee. But why would Dave need to know that Gamzee practically smoked a pack a day? That's right, he didn't need to. So lying a tad wasn't any harm.
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he peered at the iphone, trying to read that dumbass typing style. What an idiot, taking all that time to type out that entire message like that.
"so, like, you cant talk? okay cool. Guess you dont need to worry about smoke ruining your lungs. But what the fuck should I say? im only fifteen and im pretty sure you can smell me. I live alone and atleast 80% fucked up 100% of the time." he said, shoving his hand into his right pocket, the empty one.
"also, my names dave."
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'WeLl ShIt, BrOtHeR.' he typed and took another drag of his cigarette. 'i'M gAmZeE : o)' he continued then let another gray cloud puff out of his lips. He then began to type once again, 'sEeMs LiKe I'm NoT tHe OnLy MeSsEd Up MoThErFuCkEr WhO's On ThEiR oWn.' What the hell do you mean, on your own. If it wasn't for your father supplying you with whatever the fuck you needed, you'd probably be living on the streets by now.
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"well no shit i dont know what the fuck is goin on, i think im goin a bit insane being on my own and everything, its really shitty." it had to be midnight by now, it was dark as hell, and there was messed up people everywhere. "you know, if you want we can chill too." meaning dave doesnt have to be alone in that fucked up apartment for a moment.
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'BeInG aLoNe CaN bE pReTtY lOnEsOmE, yEaH. : o( ' he replied then placed the cigarette back in his lips so he could use both hands to type. His features brightened up a bit, the makeup crinkled slightly from his goofy grin. 'tHaT sOuNdS fInE bY mE.' Dave, you just met this kid, what're you doing? But then again, it seems you are both messed up, so what does it matter to you? Besides, what's wrong with hanging out a bit.
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"as long as you dont murder me. i mean im fine with a little stabbing just like the next guy but murders a bit much." he admitted, somewhat jokingly, taking his hands out of his pockets to warm them with hot puffs of his breath. "so, you want to go to my place or yours? because its cold as fuck out here right now and id rather not stay."
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'aIn'T gOt To WoRrY aBoUt ThAt, I wOn'T dO aNyThInG.' he took one last drag before letting the cigarette drop onto the sidewalk, stepping on it and letting out the last smoke cloud escape his lips. 'mY pLaCe AiN't ToO fAr FrOm HeRe.' he replied.
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"says the possibly part time sociopathic murderer. who knows i could be walkin' into my own grave. not that i care much, but its still a damn strange thought. Also sorry im not like, 'sign languagin' with you or whatever, i learned it in pre-k but shit never stuck with me." he admitted, taking a step forward to the guy. "anyways, lead me there then." what a smart idea.
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He smiled, looking as if he were chuckling, but of course no noise came out. 'ThAt'S fInE, i'M uSeD tO iT. ThAt'S wHy I tYpE.' he explained before starting to walk off towards his apartment. He didn't bother to look to see if the younger male was following him. If he wasn't, Gamzee didn't mind. That would only mean he would be alone again another night, he was used to that.
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It took Dave a second to realize Gamzee was already gone, and had actually been gone for 30 seconds beforehand. David was able to catch up with him, but it took him a while. The guy walked fast.
Gamzee was fast and... Quiet. Why the hell didnt he talk? "dude, with walking like this, im amzed were not there already--like holy shit." he breathed, walking next to the others side.
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Once Gamzee noticed the other catch up, he slowed his pace a bit, seeings how it seemed like he was going a bit too fast. He pointed up to a nearby apartment building, obviously stating that's where he was staying. He took a turn towards the steps and quickened his pace, by instinct, he was used to walking quickly, it's not like he was purposely trying to leave Dave behind, as he headed up to one of the top floors in the apartment building.
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"well shit, thats not a bad place." daves apartment building was more fucked up looking then this one. This particular one was cleaner too. It was still in the city though, so you were damn straight it wasnt tiny. Which was terrible for dave because all those fucking stairs to the top floor were hell, but hey, they were there, and Dave could chill for a bit.
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He kept walking until he got to the second to last floor to the top. He headed down the way, walking over to his apartment. He first checked his back pockets, then front, pulling his keys out. Goodness, this kid was forgetful, it's a miracle he didn't forget his keys in the first place. He unlocked the door and opened it, walking inside, he left the door open for Dave to come in.
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Dave wasnt really sure if he was suppose to leave the door open or what but he closed that sucker right when he got in, he didnt want to make a huge, 'what if the door is suppose to stay open' kind of scene, which could damn well happen knowing Dave. And then hed take it too far and somebody would end up fucking murdered.
"so like, you dont talk right?" he sat down on a deep purple couch. "do you smoke, like..." dave reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box, "weed?"
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Gamzee took his guitar case off and placed it down next to his couch and plopped down. Once he noticed the younger male pull out a small box. He saw no point in lying. He nodded slightly, reaching over into a night stand and pulling out his own stash he had, showing it to Dave, a goofy grin on plastered on his painted face.
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"...damn thats a lot of dope. Hey wanna smoke? just first, dude i hope this isnt like, offending you or anything but Ihella curious to what you actually look like under the face paint, so mind washing that off for a sec?" Dave kicked his feet up, popping out his lighter and grinning at the older kid. Teenagers.
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The grin faded a bit, but it was still there. He nodded a bit, placing his stash down and getting up from the couch. He went off to the bathroom to wash off the make up on his face. He grimaced at the scars that went across his face, but all well, what was he going to do about it? He walked back, typing on his phone. 'PlEaSe IgNoRe ThE uGlY mOtHeRfUcKiNg ScArS. : o( ' he typed, looking rather sheepish about it. Only makes sense due to all the dirty looks he got before because of those damn scars.
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Dave sat up, holy shit this dude was attractive without all that fucking crap on his face. And those scars.. How the hell could anybody get them? but damn theyre cool. "Shit dude, I dont see why you wear all that makeup when you look... way better without it." the scars didnt bother him one bit.Β
The blond flipped his lighter in his hands, "do you have a pipe?"
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Gamzee blinked and rummaged in his night stand again, handing over a pipe to the younger male. Gamzee, what the hell, Dave's 15. Then again, when did you start? Around his age, right? Probably, you don't even remember. Now about the makeup. Your father mostly influenced that onto you, even though you don't look up to him much or anything. 'It'S cOoL.' he shrugged. Yes, your weird ass clown or sometimes skull make up is 'cool'. That's completely logical.Β
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"Okay thanks man, ill take first hit." he stuffed some kush into the little tiny bowl on the pipe, then lit it, taking in a long inhale, holding it, then exhaling slowly. "Wow thats....Really fuckin' strong." He handed the pipe to Gamzee. "and yeah, guess its cool or whatever, you look hotter without it... Wow that sounded hella creepy, ignore that."
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He nodded a bit and made a motion as if he was chuckling again, taking the pipe. He did a little sign saying 'thank you' to the compliment, hell anyone should know this if they watched damn blue's clues. Or even if they didn't, it was kind of obvious that he was saying thank you. He took a long drag, then let the little puffs of smoke escape his lips into the air.Β
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After a good ten hits, Dave was fucking baked. Thank god he knew to keep the smoke away from his eyes, so his eye whites stayed white, but still, goddamn he was chill. "so....you like...sign..things with your..hands? who even fuckin'...came up with that... Its..amazin" he chuckled, laying down on the couch now. "so.........howd you get the scars?"
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He nodded, signing some random things in response, not even caring it Dave understood or not. He was so calm, but this hands moved quickly. He soon stopped once Dave brought up his scars. Ok, now it was serious questions and whatnot, so Gamzee decided to pull out his iphone to respond, since it was obvious that Dave wouldn't get the signing. 'GoT iNtO a FiGhT.' a short explanation. No need to get into details. Unless Dave asked.
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Dave squinted his eyes, reading the fucked up text was harder when you were as high as the empire state in some dudes livingroom. "damn.. Thats a pretty hardcore fight..man.." he whispered. "theyre really..like..pretty though... gotta.. admit." fuck he forgot to open his eyes again.
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Gamzee was rather used to typing once he was high, seeings how that was one of the main ways of him communicating anymore. Ah gee, that's the first time he got a compliment about his scars. How does one even react to that? Being a laid back, baked little frick, Gamzee just signed another thank you to Dave. Then pointed at Dave's shades. Almost like saying he should take them off, they were inside, why would he need shades?
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He stared at Gamzee for a minute before realizing the dude was trying to make him take off his shades.
Thats okay right? Theyre inside now and, its pretty dark inside with shades on, itd be best to take them off.
So Dave did. He slipped them off his face and set them on the spot next to him. "I dont..like..normally take them off outside..cus.. id get judged.. red eyes you know?"
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Woah, red eyes. That's pretty fucking cool in Gamzee's opinion. So why not say so? I mean, Dave had complimented his scars... even though it was odd as hell to compliment such ugly things that he'll never be rid of. Β 'ThAt'S mOtHeRfUcKiNg CoOl aS hElL iF yOu AsK mE. : o) ' he grinned, slouching down into his couch a bit more.
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"tttthanks....man.. hey do you wanna play a game??.. like im pretty sure you can..still play games..even tho you dont have any..voicebox or whateverrr.." he slurred, god dave youre high as balls stop talking. "idk they are always fun..when youre baked and shit... ha. something like... truth or dare or something like that?"
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He nodded slightly to Dave's 'thanks'. And hell, he didn't even have to give it any thought to reply to Dave's question, he nodded. 'SuRe ThInG. PlAyInG gAmEs ArE aLwAyS fUn.' Are you sure about that, Gamzee. What if you don't come up with interesting truths or dares? You stupid clown. 'WhO gOeS fIrSt?'
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"here, ill make it easy on ya..Ill go first.. Truth or dare??" he grabbed gamzees wrist, pulling him over to an empty spot on the carpet of his floor. It was a good place to have truth or dares. And dave being the immature teen he is, was gonna create some fucked up ones.
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Gamzee followed Dave onto the floor without hesitation. He sat down, criss-crossing his legs into a pretzel. He thought about it for a moment, 'DaRe' Of course he would choose that, what fun would it be to pick truth anyway?
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Hell, there goes Daves plan to go deeper into finding out how those scars where formed. Man, but what would be a good dare that would benefit Daves entertainment. "Aight... Uh.. I dare you to..Uh...Take off your..uh..Shirt and pants. Yeah why the fuck not? sorry dude you caught me off gaurd."
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Well okay then. Gamzee grinned and stripped his purple shirt off and went to unzip and pull his pants off. So he threw them too the side, sitting in his purple boxers. He had some scars here and there on his body, but nothing too deep or big, unlike the ones on his face. 'TrUtH oR dArE?' he asked with a grin.
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Wow, dude actually did it. no complaints or anything just fucking stripped down. This guy was hardcore. "uh, whoa.." and so was his body goddamn. He wasnt too muscular or anything, obviously this guy had done some drugs but he was hot.
Its probably just daves hormones talking, he just had to ignore it. "What do you think im lame? Dare"
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He tapped at his chin for a moment. Getting Dave to strip would be boring and unoriginal at this point in time, so Gamzee needed to think for a bit. Ok, time to be a dumb ass, 'HoW aBoUt YoU cHaNgE iNtO mY cLoThEs, SeEiNgS hOw I cAn'T wEaR 'eM nOw?' he typed and pushed over the clothes he was just wearing over to Dave.
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Dave shrugged, tossing off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants quickly, just to slip on slightly bigger clothes that smelled like tabacco. Hell, they were way too big on him actually, considering Gamzee was above 6 foot, and dave was under it, being a lovely 5'9 was bullshit on the highest degree.Β
"aight, were good here, now truth or dare?"
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Oversized clothing was cute on cuties. Yep, that was good. No, what the hell, Gamzee. He was already stripped from his clothes, so let's just take it a bit slow now, 'TrUtH'
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"explain..the like..fight that you were in or whatever that was..." that was a bomb truth, hed get some feedback.
Dave sat with his legs pulled up to his chest now, these pants were hella baggy on him.
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Ew, what a nasty subject to bring up. Do you even remember it all, Gamzee? Some parts here in there. Being blinded by rage really sucks, especially getting in a nasty accident afterwards. What was even the reason for the fight? Do you remember? Of course you don't. Even if you wanted to remember, it wasn't coming to mind right now. 'SoMe BrOtHeRs HaD a BoNe To PiCk WiTh Me AnD sHiT gOt OuT oF hAnD oNcE sOmEoNe PuLlEd A kNiFe.' he began to explain, 'DoN't ReMeMbEr MuCh BuT i SoMeHoW gOt In ThE sTrEeT aNd HiT a CaR mAkInG tHe WoUnDs On My FaCe WoRsE aNd AlSo LoSiNg My VoIcE, bUt I wAsN't PaYiN' mUcH aTtEnTiOn To WhAt ThE dOcS wErE sAyInG aBoUt ThE cAuSe AnD wHaTnOt.'
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