CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS
Strip Families
[AWD:040c17]cqc ? samurai ? toughness[M:-3124]
Jacques: CATO IS THE SUPER WHORE OF THE SITE I SWEAR
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Post by CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS on Oct 15, 2012 1:18:57 GMT -5
At last. Vegas. The last patient of the day had irritated him to no end and though he was highly upset he wasn't drunk off his ass by now, at least he was now free to finally get started on that. Dusk had long fallen, a great deal of time wasted arguing with Lowell, the great doctor who know way more than he. Sure, he came across such people during his days in the Leigon, but thankfully that was far and few between. It seemed like that was all the Followers had most of the time; supposed know-it-all's who challenged their knowledge on medicine. Cato had half a mind to start screaming his head off at the man and it was a good thing Arcade had come in just as the argument between them was heating up. He knew that if things had gone on the way it did, Cato would have literally started chopping some limbs off. The ol' trusty machete gladius never ever left his hip, much to the Followers displeasure. Arcade had been pretty pissed to learn he even had a weapon inside the fort and so close at hand, earning a earful. When he was dismissed, he wasted little time in shrugging off his coat, snatching up what little pay they offered him for the day's work, donned his glasses and hit the road so to speak. The road to the Tops, his favorite casino then and still, was burned into his memory and Cato hadn't realized he had reached the doors until he tugged them open.
"Hey, hey! If it ain't our favorite doc!" the man at the front cried out. "We were gettin' worried pally. You never show up this late."
"Eh. They learned I can actually do my job. I don't think I can skip work early as much anymore. It sucks."
[/color] He blew a sigh of frustration as he handed over his machete. He supposed the Chairmen were really the only people who remembered he even carried a weapon around. "Ain't that a shame?""Tell me about it. Who's playing tonight?"[/color] "Your favorite, Artie. Tonight he's singing Frankie."Cato's eyes lit up like one of the neon signs advertising the casinos. "NO."[/color] "He is. Better hurry though or you'll miss his entire performance. He started about an hour ago. You missed almost half of it."He took the stairs leading up to the Ace theater two by two, raced down the short hallway and threw the doors open. His eyes scoured for an open seat and there it was; right at bar counter, facing sideways so he could still look at the entertainment for the night. Cato half-pushed his way through the crowded room, jogging the last few inches as another man was moving too close for his tastes to the seat. He managed to snag it just as the man drew near. They gave one another deadly glares and stared at one another for a few minutes before the man backed away, shaking his head. Cato nodded to the bartender. "Usual please."[/color] He strummed his fingers against the counter top as he waited, glancing to each side of him and spotted another man at the counter, a seat or two down from him. "Hey. Long night huh?"[/color] Cato felt like being chatty for the night. Then again, the promise of alcohol usually did that. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] [/s] Credit to lifezaparadox of Caution 2.0. Please don't steal.[/color][/ul][/blockquote]
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Post by James Jonathan on Oct 15, 2012 3:59:30 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-size: 45px; z-index: 1; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -10.5px; position: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #555555; opacity: .6; alpha:filter(opacity=60%);]im the man in black[/style][STYLE=font-family: verdana; text-transform: UPPERCASE; font-color: #7c7c7c; z-index: 2; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -54px; position: center;]i like to carry off a little darkness on my back 'till things are brighter[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 8px; font-color: #7c7c7c; line-height: 15px; color: #7c7c7c; text-align: justify; width: 90%; background-color: #525252; padding: 5; border-radius: 20; -moz-border-radius: 20;] In the recedes of shadows cast upon half of the bar by the overhanging awning there sat a man all clad in black. His suit was pristine with corners and edges like a razor. The greys were blacks and the blacks were jet blacks in the shade and just so by the remarkable condition of the suit. Where other man had grimy greasy unfitted two pieces, this fellow had a clear sign of luxury. His class, and cleanliness, made the Ultra-Luxe look like the Ultra-Lack There Of. In these shadows there sat the man, the mystery, James Jonathan.
James turned his head up as another man walked in. He thought on him for a moment but shook his head in forgetting the fact of maybe knowing him. The man had a familiar face and they may have had crossed paths once or twice, but James wasn't as social as he once was. He was almost fifty years old. A social life for him was just about as realistic as it were for a Deathclaw. He wasn't Dukov, after all. Regardless, the man seemed to strike a memory in James but it stayed foggy.
It was pretty rare that James would actually be here. When he was with the Legion, and this was his post, he pretty much had the Continental Suite reserved and at all his meals at the Casino. But since he'd frayed from his oath and had allied himself with the Brotherhood of Steel he'd had his hands quite full. That was another thing that bugged him. The mark that stole from his ambiguity. His shades, which rested comfortably on the bridge of his nose, were marked with the insignia of the BoS in the upper right hand corner of the right lens. And then, to top it all off, he had another insignia on the pocket of his suit jacket. He supposed it figured it, being a Senior Paladin and all, would require work and he'd have to stay proud. But the two emblems just kind of threw off his game.
The man to his right spoke. James checked to his left, but the next person down was far out of Cato's range of tone so James let it be that he was being spoken to. "It's always a long night." He spoke, trying to avoid answering anything too directly. When he was Legion he had to avoid a lot too, but he was just a Frumentari then, and even so he didn't hold that much weight along with the Legion. Now that he was a powerful figure in the Brotherhood of Steel he had to watch out one hell of a lot, considering the recent actions of the NCR.
He didn't want to speak too much. The more he did, the more likely it was he'd be caught; he wasn't about to take the chance that this guy wasn't affiliated with the New California Republic. Gettin' sloppy meant gettin' dead. He knew he had to though. To satiate the inquisitive man's lust for a response, if anything. He didn't want the man getting suspicious. "Yeah, long nights aren't as few and far between as I'd like them to be." He spoke, his words twisting around in the air like the tendrils of smoke his lungs were akin to.
His voice was dark and low. He wasn't surprised he'd been mistaken for the voice on the other end of the New Vegas Radio quite a few times. He and James sounded damn similar. With a heavy sigh he leaned back in his stool, just enough that it wouldn't fall out, or break, from under him. He plucked up his bottle of scotch, his poison, and pressed it to his lips like he would a woman. Considering his relationship with the bottle it wouldn't be all that much of a shocker. He tipped his head back and let the honey colored poison slide down his throat. An empty solace. But a solace nonetheless. [/style] [STYLE= padding: 3; margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: 10px; background-color: #525252; border-radius: 20; -moz-border-radius: 20 text-align: center; float: center; width: 350px;] WORDS: 665 TAGGED: Cato NOTES: An Empty Solace [/style] table made by mockingbird of BTN |
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CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS
Strip Families
[AWD:040c17]cqc ? samurai ? toughness[M:-3124]
Jacques: CATO IS THE SUPER WHORE OF THE SITE I SWEAR
Posts: 92
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Post by CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS on Oct 15, 2012 4:39:23 GMT -5
Something about the man nagged a memory in the back of his mind. He couldn't quite understand why such a thing would be triggered with a stranger. It wasn't as if he knew the guy....right? The guy would have never rubbed elbows with a guy like him. He seemed too classy, like he belonged on the Strip, maybe even working at the Ultra-Lux. He didn't spot the insignias, not yet anyhow, that indicated what faction he belonged to. Cato stared at him, wondering if the man was just choosing to ignore him. Cato's mouth twisted into a tight line of disappointment and he rasped on the wood with both hands with his knuckles. As he was going to turn and leave the man be, he spoke up at last.
"It's always a long night."
[/b] The voice tickled the same feeling of familiarity. Cato shifted a little, wondering why on earth once more why he would ever think or feel such a thing. He ignored it and instead tried to focus on what the man might have meant by that. Almost as if the stranger was picking up on his sense of confusion, he went on to explain. "Yeah, long nights aren't as few and far between as I'd like them to be."[/b] "Ahhh. A man of action. I can relate. I admit, these days I don't see much of it. I'm stuck in some profession I've got no real passion for but it's either that or the long dusty road."[/color] He heaved a sigh as the bartender returned and place his drink, a heavy gin induced tonic, down in front of him. "And I don't trust myself on that long dusty road. Too many memories."[/color] The man downed his drink as Cato clutched his, for a moment lost in those memories. He shook his head to clear his mind of them and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Men of action always lose their girl don't they though?"[/color] He half-whispered. "Say. You ah....I bet you got a girl at home waiting for you. Kids all grown up."[/color] He chuckled half-heartily. "I don't think I'll ever get that chance. Everyone walks out on me ya know?"[/color] Why in the hell was he telling the guy this? Why was he still feeling like the man was someone he knew? Like some old soul he was reaching out towards in desperation? What the hell was this? "I...wow that really....really was stupid. Uh....just forget I said anything. I don't really know you and I shouldn't be dumping this stuff on you."[/color] He shook his head again and waved his hands as if he were trying to wipe the words away. "You got enough problems of your own. You don't need to listen to mine."[/color] He fell silent, listening to Artie croon in the background Blue Moon, nurturing his first round during the tune. By the time it came to an end, his was on his second and he had begun humming along before he turned his attention back to the stranger for the evening and another song started. "Hey. Anyone tell you that you sound like Mr. Vegas? You aren't him are you?"[/color] A sly grin crossed his lips as he snickered a little. "You probably get that a lot huh?"[/color] [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] [/s] Credit to lifezaparadox of Caution 2.0. Please don't steal.[/color][/ul][/blockquote]
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Post by James Jonathan on Oct 15, 2012 5:13:46 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-size: 45px; z-index: 1; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -10.5px; position: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #555555; opacity: .6; alpha:filter(opacity=60%);]im the man in black[/style][STYLE=font-family: verdana; text-transform: UPPERCASE; font-color: #7c7c7c; z-index: 2; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -54px; position: center;]i like to carry off a little darkness on my back 'till things are brighter[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 8px; font-color: #7c7c7c; line-height: 15px; color: #7c7c7c; text-align: justify; width: 90%; background-color: #525252; padding: 5; border-radius: 20; -moz-border-radius: 20;] A wall of words hit James like bricks. This guy talked one hell of a lot. James just listened though. Another man may have tried to speak, if even just to turn and let out the first letter of a paragraph before the recipient of the letter could continue, but James wasn't just any man. It may have had to do with the fact that he didn't really care to say anything. Maybe he was still just transfixed on the idea that this guy was just another NCR lackey with a knack for pulling .22's. Either way, James kept quiet.
At the mention of his sound-alike, James let out a low husky chuckle. "I don't go a day without hearing it. And on this one, you aren't even the first." He spoke quietly, letting his words sink in a bit. He felt like the man was either too trusting or too good at making people think he was. Well, too good wasn't enough for James. He'd been a spy for Caesar's Legion after all. If he couldn't pick up on the slightest of mistakes then he wouldn't have lasted a week. Nobody could have beaten him in the game of lies. Not even his replacement--
James stopped his musings and shot a dark glance at Cato, without turning his head. Unless his replacement could. The sudden thought caught James off guard; no small feat. For a moment, James considered up and leaving the man. This guy could very easily know who James was though, and leaving wouldn't do him enough good. This guy could be anybody. NCR. Legion. Fuckin' Raider even. There wasn't any way to tell just yet. For now James figured it would be best to get on his, goodish side.
The man set his bottle down and turned to face the boy. Looked a good thirty, maybe in his late twenties, with a scruff that symbolized indifference. The stains on his lower lip showed that he liked to let the cigarette hang in his lips when he smoked, rather than hold onto it like some folks. Paired with the clean cut hair and the bags under his eyes it seemed pretty obvious that this guy was a lot like James used to be when he was thirtyish. Carefree and vindictive. The vindictive bit just being a longing for some blood or anything of that nature. Maybe even his own. James knew a few guys that were like that after all.
James' lips split from the middle as he opened them to speak. "And it's not stupid. I feel you. I haven't any nice home with a wife because, like you, everybody just leaves." He didn't actually have that problem, but he figured a bit of pseudo connecting wouldn't do him too much harm. "The knight'll never get his princess. Ya' dig?" For a blink he could have sounded like a Chairman with that handle at the tail of his sentence, but that was just the way he spoke. He took another swig in symbolism of the beginning of Cato's turn.
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CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS
Strip Families
[AWD:040c17]cqc ? samurai ? toughness[M:-3124]
Jacques: CATO IS THE SUPER WHORE OF THE SITE I SWEAR
Posts: 92
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Post by CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS on Oct 15, 2012 5:51:40 GMT -5
Huh. Maybe once the guy got some alcohol in him he warmed up. At first, it seemed like the guy was just humoring him, listening and silently wondering when he was going to shut up. But the man responded, even kept the conversation going. He didn't even realize the older gentleman he was speaking to was paranoid about who he might be. Or that Cato here was wondering why on earth the older man seemed a little....familiar.
"I don't go a day without hearing it. And on this one, you aren't even the first."
"Mmmm. Ever tried to make some money off that rich voice of yours? Like sang or something?"
[/color] Guy like him must have tried his hand at that. Cato would have never taken him for a former legionnaire, much less that their paths crossed before. "I bet you had all sorts of women chasing after you because your voice alone."[/color] Cato had to even admit to himself he was a fan. So far, the older fellow was a man of few words but when he spoke....goodness Cato had that warm tingly feeling he'd get whenever he annoyed the Followers. He missed the look though, instead turning his attention for a moment to dig out his pack of smokes from somewhere in the deep recess of his pants pocket. He licked his lips a little as he did, his hands at last finding what they were searching for and pulled it out of his back right pocket. He slapped the bottom of the pack against the heel of his right hand's palm, stuck a stick between his lips and went searching for his matches. "I mean, I ain't even a woman and I love your voice. Not to sound weird or anything. But it's just....just so fucking rich."[/color] *He paused in his search to look the man in the eyes, well best the pair of them could do with their shades on, bringing his hands in front of him and formed them in fists, clutching them a little close to his heart. A...fan girl move of sorts you could say. "I could listen to your voice all day."[/color] Cato continued his search and at last was victorious, finding the matches in his front right pocket. He glanced back to the man, a small smirk on his lips. He had to get a good look at him. The older man looked somewhere in his fifties, maybe late forties or just someone really young and lived a really tough life. There were people out there much to his surprise. Working with the Followers, he had seen a sorts of people from all walks of life. Guy looked not a hair out of place and it was about then, since the man was facing him, probably sizing him up in turn, that he noticed the insignia. Wasn't there some ban or something with them? About not going outside? Or was his information so outdated these days? Cato raised an eyebrow curiously, wondering if he should mention it then decided it against it. The man was probably out relaxing on a day off and didn't want to be bothered about what type of work he did for them as curious as he was about the Brotherhood. He took a moment to enjoy his 'cancer stick' as Arcade often called it whenever he was caught smoking on the premises, smoke puffing every now and then between his lips as he finished his study of his...companion? Friend? Acquaintance? That sound better, acquaintance, for the evening. He just about nearly died when the man picked up their conversation, choking on air for a moment as the words left the man's lips. "And it's not stupid. I feel you. I haven't any nice home with a wife because, like you, everybody just leaves.""Huh.[/color] Stunned speechless. Well that was a first in a long, long time. "The knight'll never get his princess. Ya' dig?"[/b] "Dig. You know,"[/color] Cato wiggled in his chair, sitting up taller instead of slouching over on the counter and tried to scoot his stool over closer to the mystery man who was so far intriguing. "This is most....curious. Here I was thinking no one got me."[/color] He laughed a little, his grin turning bitter. "I had this gal see? Pretty little red head, pretty figure and really sweet. I gave her the world, well, the best one could as a courier back in the hayday. These days, no one wants to be one because of the THE Courier ya know?"[/color] Cato pulled his shades down a little to let his eyes connect with the eyes hiding behind those shades then slid them back into place. "I made the mistake of.....lying to her I guess you could say. I didn't tell her the truth of everything but it was for her own good though. One day it just....blew up in my face. She found out about everything and even though I tried to patch things up her and things seemed on the surface to be she...."[/color] His voice cracked at the end, his body tried to curl up a little at just the mere thought of her. "She up and ran. I mean, it happened years ago and people keep telling me to get the hell over it and move it but....it hurts. It just left this gaping wound I can't seem to close."[/color] He shrugged. "Had this friend of mine who told me not to give up. That there are a million girls out there, but your heart knows which one you want."[/color] He lowered his head onto the counter as he continued. "I could drown myself in scotch, gin, whiskey....but nothing really helps."[/color] [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] [/s] Credit to lifezaparadox of Caution 2.0. Please don't steal.[/color][/ul][/blockquote]
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Post by James Jonathan on Oct 15, 2012 7:16:16 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-size: 45px; z-index: 1; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -10.5px; position: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #555555; opacity: .6; alpha:filter(opacity=60%);]im the man in black[/style][STYLE=font-family: verdana; text-transform: UPPERCASE; font-color: #7c7c7c; z-index: 2; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -54px; position: center;]i like to carry off a little darkness on my back 'till things are brighter[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 8px; font-color: #7c7c7c; line-height: 15px; color: #7c7c7c; text-align: justify; width: 90%; background-color: #525252; padding: 5; border-radius: 20; -moz-border-radius: 20;] Was this guy hitting on James? Well, whatever. Some people were just nice. This wasn't the first time somebody had showered him with compliments. It seemed that in the Wastes there was still some amount of general appreciation for your common man. James' fears of danger were slowly wearing away.
Once again, he let the man speak. James figured that the more you let a guy talk the more they felt like you gave a damn. Like your words actually mattered. And they did. James actually cared, for whatever reason, about what Cato had to say. He took in his comments like they were gold. This was always something James had done. To be courteous and what not. But Cato seemed to... deserve it more. Every here and there James would let an 'mhm' or an 'I see...' slip, but for the most part he stayed silent. He stayed composed. Up until the man looked at him from over his glasses. Snake Eyes!
James played the expression off as though he were surprised. And he did so well. "Courier gets rough... Them's the brakes though." Success. He let the words slide out of existence as Cato continued. James examined the man from behind his glasses and began to pick up the similarities. Damn... He did not age well. Of course, neither did James. Corvinus hadn't given up it seemed. Did James say something about that that made him so resilient? He was still on about this girl. Good. James was damn proud of the kid's devotion. This was something James occasionally caught wind of. Love. James continued to stay silent as the old friend to his left shared with James some pearls of wisdom from James' own youth. He chuckled at hearing his words repeated, almost to the letter, so many years after they'd first been spoken. He felt like he'd been put down in a history book.
James turned in his stool, the seat rotating so he didn't have to upset his position, and faced Cato. "Listen, son. I'm pretty damned proud of your devotion. I don't even know ya', kid... But you've got some real gut sharing this with me." James could have just let it at 'aw man that really sucks bro' but he really felt for the guy. Even if he couldn't actually help the kid out specifically he could at least part with some kind words. James stood and walked over to the man. He fished about in his jacket pocket for a few seconds and pulled out a handful of caps, enough to pay for Cato's drink and James' plus a good twice as much. He placed his hand on Cato's shoulder and squeezed it affectionately. "I could be like everyone else, ya' know. I could tell you to get over it. But if you do... Then you'll be like everyone else too. And I don't want that for you." He turned, scotch bottle in hand, and began to walk out. "Catch ya' on the flip side... Snake eyes."
The door closed behind him and James was gone. He made his way to the door and outside, ignoring the man inside who offered to give him back his weapons. James looked out into the bright lights of the Strip, their radiant glow hazed by the downpour of rain. A man in James' view was in a drunken stupor and unconscious at the Tops Door's left. James set the bottle to the man's side and let out a low sigh. He stepped out under the awning, the Tops so kindly provided, and out into the downpour. He checked his pockets and found his current vice. A cigarette. He placed the thin cig to his lips and flicked his ivory, engraved lighter out of his pocket. He'd picked the thing off some dead suit back at the Fort. He lit the cigarette, resting in his lips. The glow of the tall thin flame lit up his lined face like a story book. Man, this'd been one long night.
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CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS
Strip Families
[AWD:040c17]cqc ? samurai ? toughness[M:-3124]
Jacques: CATO IS THE SUPER WHORE OF THE SITE I SWEAR
Posts: 92
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Post by CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS on Oct 15, 2012 7:47:24 GMT -5
He heard the stool squeak as the man no doubt turned the chair more towards him. He made note to tell the guy up at the front desk about it. "Listen, son. I'm pretty damned proud of your devotion. I don't even know ya', kid... But you've got some real gut sharing this with me."
[/b] He felt like reaching over and hugging the man. "Thanks."[/color] He rasped. "Not everyone would have been cool about this as you have. I....I appreciate it. It's nice to get it off my chest."[/color] He felt a firm hand clasp his shoulder which made Cato lazily raise his head off up from the counter top and smile faintly up at him. Just as he was going to open his mouth and confess he felt like the older gentlemen was an old friend, he continued on. "I could be like everyone else, ya' know. I could tell you to get over it. But if you do... Then you'll be like everyone else too. And I don't want that for you." He turned, scotch bottle in hand, and began to walk out. "Catch ya' on the flip side... Snake eyes."[/b] His smile was frozen in place as the words finally clicked that missing puzzle piece in his head. Realization bloomed on his face and he slowly rose to his full sitting height. No. It couldn't be! But only one man and one man only in his entire life had ever called him by that name, Snake Eyes. Cato's mouth was agape, cigarette slipping out of it's place upon his lips, as the man was already headed out the door. Cato slowly removed his shades off his face and set them on the counter next to him. This was no coincidence. Things like this just didn't happen by chance. This was meant to happen and there was no way in hell he was going to let it slip through his fingers. Forgetting his shades, Cato bolted out the door after him, ignoring the cries after him about his shades as he ran down the stairs, nearly tripping over his own feet. He spied the man going out the door and after taking a moment to make sure he hadn't broken an ankle or anything during his run down the flight of stairs, continued the chase, also ignoring the cries of his weapon being forgotten. He wasn't going to lose him, not when the man was so tantalizingly close. He had nearly crashed into him in his rush. The man didn't go far after all, apparently setting his scotch next to the drunkard nearby and lit up his own cigarette, the lighter all but confirming what the words already had. That damned engraved lighter only belonged to him and him alone. Breathless, Cato stood behind him, staring at the backside of the older man's head. "J-james? James? Is....is it really you? Was that you back there? In the bar? With me blathering on like an idiot to you?"[/color] He took a few shambling steps forward, a shaky hand reaching out to grasp the shoulder of the suited man before him and to make the older man face him. Though the man before him was greatly aged, he could still recall the way James looked the first day they met. "Holy shit. It is you."[/color] He didn't know whether he should laugh or cry. He ended up doing a little of both, torn at the unknown reunion. "Where the hell did you go? Why did you leave me?"[/color] He blathered. James had up and left one day the Legion itself. He couldn't forget that day when it came to light what his fellow spy did. They all at first thought he had gone under some covert spying mission and Cato began to worry a little when he didn't come back, even though no one else in the Fort did. When one of the Legates came to that conclusion, Cato had defended him fiercely only to find out it had been the truth, wounding him. In anger of this memory, Cato grabbed him by the his suit jacket and tugged James towards him. "After I defended you, you left. You left me knowing what you did. That fucking hurt."[/color] [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] [/s] Credit to lifezaparadox of Caution 2.0. Please don't steal.[/color][/ul][/blockquote]
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Post by James Jonathan on Oct 15, 2012 8:08:13 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-size: 45px; z-index: 1; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -10.5px; position: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #555555; opacity: .6; alpha:filter(opacity=60%);]im the man in black[/style][STYLE=font-family: verdana; text-transform: UPPERCASE; font-color: #7c7c7c; z-index: 2; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -54px; position: center;]i like to carry off a little darkness on my back 'till things are brighter[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 8px; font-color: #7c7c7c; line-height: 15px; color: #7c7c7c; text-align: justify; width: 90%; background-color: #525252; padding: 5; border-radius: 20; -moz-border-radius: 20;] Cato's eyes still glistened with that bright youngster's glow. Sure, he'd been through Hell, but he was still youthful. Still strong and free-willed as it seemed he wasn't so devoted to the cause as he once was. James' eyes were once bright like his. They were a radiant green. Age had taken its toll however. They were now faded and dull, hazing with his slow loss of sight. James couldn't help but smile as Cato grabbed a fistful of his coat. "I had to get out." He pulled the shades from his face to show the pale green hues beneath, looking down on Cato with their characteristic lack of worry. "I couldn't keep up there."
With a step back, James was out of the strong grip. He tossed his freshly lit cigarette to the ground and stepped on it in the shallow puddle it landed in with the heel of his dress shoe. "I know you must have suffered in my absence. I suffered in yours. And I'm sorry for that." James stepped forward, back into Cato's space, and smiled, placing his calloused hand on the younger man's shoulder once again. Almost in the same spot as before. "We've both had it rough. I'm sure of it. I just hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."
James sighed and looked down, breaking the pair's intent gaze to eye a moth struggling to cross the thin strip of asphalt between the couple. It's wing shuddered, encumbered by drops of rainwater. A thin smile broke across James' lips as he watched it. It wasn't mutated. It was just a bug. These things were rare in the Mojave. James' gaze returned to Cato and he looked on him with a sheepish expression. James didn't really want this to happen. He liked Cato a lot, but he wasn't looking to further his relationship with the man. Well, whatever happens happens.
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CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS
Strip Families
[AWD:040c17]cqc ? samurai ? toughness[M:-3124]
Jacques: CATO IS THE SUPER WHORE OF THE SITE I SWEAR
Posts: 92
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Post by CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS on Oct 15, 2012 8:29:30 GMT -5
Cato wanted to throttle James, looking down at him so smugly and so calmly from his height. At least he came off smugly, whether he really did or not. How could he stay calm? How?
"I had to get out."
At last, those shades were removed from his face, showing those trademark green eyes under them. They were faded now, but the green was still there and to Cato, still as bright as it ever was. Cato scoffed bitterly in response to the words.
"I couldn't keep up there."
[/b] "Couldn't....couldn't keep up. Haaaaaaa. Haaaaaaa. Man, what kind of excuse is that?"[/color] He snapped angrily, the words filled with the taint of venom and boiling anger he had often kept in check. James so casually pried out of his grip upon which Cato reached up and began tugging at his hair in sheer frustration. This was just the icing to his cake of a long day. He watched as James stomped out his fresh cigarette and eyed him suspiciously when he drew close again. "I know you must have suffered in my absence. I suffered in yours. And I'm sorry for that." [/b] James calmly replaced his firm grip upon his shoulder and Cato hung his head, closing his eyes. Jesus, all the memories were clamoring back to him. He thought about telling James to shut up and go away. That he couldn't quite take this anymore at the moment and that he was overwhelmed. Instead his tongue stayed frozen to the roof of his mouth and rooted in place. "We've both had it rough. I'm sure of it. I just hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.""What if I said I didn't want to?"[/color] He murmured. Cato raised his head again and fixed James with a look that was torn between sadness and fading fury. At least the man apologized, he had to give James that much. "What if I said that I clung to some wild feeling I had while in the Legion about you when you began picking up the pieces after her? That this feeling was the reason I was so angry at you? What then?"[/color] ....Why was James looking at him like that? The last time anyone had looked at him like had been her, shortly before everything went to hell in a woven hand basket. Wait. Wait a minute here. His skills in empathy was rusty as hell, but he couldn't deny what the hell that meant. It was a look he often reflected to his chosen targets for nights he didn't want to be alone. Was....was that what James was doing here? "James. I tire of these games. You've eluded me long enough. Let's be blunt here, if for the first time in our lives. I'm not kidding when I said I began to feel something for you when you hung around to pick up the shattered remains of who I was and glued them back together."[/color] He feebly pressed a hand against the older man's chest. "I've been through hell and I don't need a repeat. If this is just a game, leave it be."[/color] [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] [/s] Credit to lifezaparadox of Caution 2.0. Please don't steal.[/color][/ul][/blockquote]
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Post by James Jonathan on Oct 15, 2012 8:57:25 GMT -5
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Suddenly James was confronted with what seemed like a confession. And it wasn't a quiet one either. People about the couple were beginning to stare. "Hrm. Can we continue this inside? People are getting disrupted." James didn't wait for a response and stepped past Cato, the hand on his shoulder pulling him along with for the turn. James let go when he had Cato turned to face the Tops again. He stopped outside the door and sighed, watching his breath float up and to the left in the cold air. He clutched the steel handle of the door and pulled it open, stepping inside without looking back. He made his way to the elevator on the end of the gambling hall and pressed the dull grey plastic triangle until it glowed a faded orange.
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CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS
Strip Families
[AWD:040c17]cqc ? samurai ? toughness[M:-3124]
Jacques: CATO IS THE SUPER WHORE OF THE SITE I SWEAR
Posts: 92
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Post by CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS on Oct 15, 2012 9:08:42 GMT -5
"Hrm. Can we continue this inside? People are getting disrupted."
Cato didn't even get a chance to really reply, James tugged on his shoulder for him to follow and as much as he wanted to resist and dig his heels in, knowing full well he was stronger, he caved in and did so. He trailed behind James, shooting a glance at the front desk man and gave him a small nod of thanks for continuing to keep his machete safe, not bothering to see what the response to that was as he jogged little to ensure he kept up with James. His emotions were all over the place and he wasn't sure what the hell any of this meant nor if he really meant what he had spoken back there. Had it been influence of the alcohol? Sadly, he wasn't that influenced to say he could. He was still....sober sadly.
And sadly, as much as he didn't want to admit it, he did mean every word.
He leaned against the wall next to the elevator as James pushed the button to summon it, casually tossing a look towards the suited man's way, still silently waiting for a response.
[/size] [/s] Credit to lifezaparadox of Caution 2.0. Please don't steal.[/color][/ul][/blockquote]
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Post by James Jonathan on Oct 16, 2012 5:43:58 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-size: 45px; z-index: 1; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -10.5px; position: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #555555; opacity: .6; alpha:filter(opacity=60%);]im the man in black[/style][STYLE=font-family: verdana; text-transform: UPPERCASE; font-color: #7c7c7c; z-index: 2; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -54px; position: center;]i like to carry off a little darkness on my back 'till things are brighter[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 8px; font-color: #7c7c7c; line-height: 15px; color: #7c7c7c; text-align: justify; width: 90%; background-color: #525252; padding: 5; border-radius: 20; -moz-border-radius: 20;] After all of these years, all of the strife and torment via those pills, James lusted for them. He ached to have the thick blue capsules in his hands again. The calm, satiating feeling as it took the place of dinner that night and got him down. He needed to have just one more. What bandwagon? These were trying times and James just didn't have the goddamn will to stand up on his own two feet. A glance would be shot Cato's way every few seconds but they never caught each other's gaze. Grinding teeth. Conscious swallowing, hard swallowing. Beads of sweat began to break from James' forehead and he shifted his weight in discomfort.
The door opened. The feeling was like taking a very hot shower with clouds of steam emanating from damn near everywhere and opening the shower door to have your face meet the untouched purity of the cold air outside. The scene in the movie suddenly changing from its usual strong filament cover of red, to signify anger or some shit, to a cool light blue. The feeling of being in deep waters, just you and yourself, and then swimming up to where the pressure was lighter and the weights were not constantly holding you down. That's what that door opening was. All of that, in one. James sighed and held his sleeved wrist up to his forehead, wiping away the sweat for another minute.
He stepped inside and turned, catching Cato's expression and sighing. The door slid shut slowly, with a loud slam as the two pieces of metal collided with each other and seemed to want to continue but couldn't with the other holding the other back. Maybe that was an analogy to the pair of men standing in the elevator now. James sighed and muttered under his breath to stop digressing from his thoughts. He needed a thought cleanser. He couldn't take it anymore. He reached into his pocket and clutched the pasty white container that held his savior.
He turned the thing around in his hand a few times, almost stroking the side a few times in faux affection. "Corvinus." His fingers played with the cap, tugging on it only as much as to pull, not to make the signature clicking sound the bottle was used to. "I need you to tell me what you think you're doing." James' fingers encroached the bottle and he formed a strong fist over its shape. Veins were protruding from the back of his hand and all up his right arm as he fought the urge to down the little blue pills. "I'm an old soul... I don't want to play any games with you, son. But I need to know just what the hell you think you're doing." He let out a low sigh. "Please..."
The doors opened a second time. The scene was unfamiliar to James. It was his floor, yeah, but not his usual. Being in the BoS he didn't have warrant to claim his old suite. He was only in for a couple of days. This hallway was much like the others but it just seemed a bit... Lonelier. Darker. Sadder. James sighed again, this time almost inaudibly, and put his arm out to stop the door from closing, offering for Cato to exit, looking on him with penetrating eyes of inquisition.
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CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS
Strip Families
[AWD:040c17]cqc ? samurai ? toughness[M:-3124]
Jacques: CATO IS THE SUPER WHORE OF THE SITE I SWEAR
Posts: 92
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Post by CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS on Oct 17, 2012 1:00:25 GMT -5
It was interesting to see the calm, stoic James so nervous. He couldn't help but grin like a cheshire cat, his eyes lighting up with mischief at a wide variety of thoughts that crossed his minds. He never had the pleasure of seeing James grind his teeth, swallow every now and then and see small beads of sweat, not created from heat but from nerves form on that crinkled forehead of his. He even chuckled a little, giving James a wink when he glanced his way. Then the elevator dinged and the doors opened, chuckling again seeing James wipe away the sweat on his forehead. He entered in shortly after the other man did, leaning once more against the wall for support and looking at the older man. Cato watched with intrigue James caress an odd bottle he fished out of his pocket, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Corvinus."
[/b] Any amusement he had deflated with the mention of that name. "Don't....don't call me that. That's....not who I am. Not anymore."[/color] He worked hard these last ten years to distance himself from that name and those memories. "Call me Snake Eyes. I like that better."[/color] At least others had called him by that name. "Call me any name but that."[/color] "I'm an old soul... I don't want to play any games with you, son. But I need to know just what the hell you think you're doing." He let out a low sigh. "Please..."[/b] Cato thought for a moment, taking a moment to close his eyes as a small 'hmm' rumbled in his throat. The elevator dinged once more and the doors creaked open upon which Cato opened his eyes. He watched as James held his arm out to keep the elevator doors from closing and smirked a little. He muttered a thanks to the older gentleman as he exited, then waited until he himself had stepped out of the elevator. "To answer the question....I don't rightly know. But I'm going with it."[/color] He shrugged and shortly after that, he grabbed hold of James by the suit once more and slammed him into the wall across from the elevator. "I don't think much these days. I'm instinct mostly. I do enough thinking when I work my shift with the Followers. I enjoy drowning myself in a bottle and beating the first thing that pisses me off. Or....."[/color] He cocked his head to the side. "If it's a different fire burning, I respond to it with equal passion."[/color] Before James could protest, Cato smashed his lips against the older man's lips. He held it there for a while, wondering if the old man finally got the clue he had been trying to push forth outside. That in a way he had tried to fill the void she had left behind with him. At last he pulled away, the smirk back in place. "Ya dig?"[/color] He replied, echoing those earlier spoken words. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] [/s] Credit to lifezaparadox of Caution 2.0. Please don't steal.[/color][/ul][/blockquote]
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Post by James Jonathan on Oct 17, 2012 1:42:26 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-size: 45px; z-index: 1; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -10.5px; position: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #555555; opacity: .6; alpha:filter(opacity=60%);]im the man in black[/style][STYLE=font-family: verdana; text-transform: UPPERCASE; font-color: #7c7c7c; z-index: 2; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -54px; position: center;]i like to carry off a little darkness on my back 'till things are brighter[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 8px; font-color: #7c7c7c; line-height: 15px; color: #7c7c7c; text-align: justify; width: 90%; background-color: #525252; padding: 5; border-radius: 20; -moz-border-radius: 20;] Well. That was unexpected. James could admit; he had been subject to plenty of impulses. Plenty of urges had overcome him in the past. But Cato's actions just made James even more confused as to just what in the actual fuck he was doing.
James didn't kiss back. He wasn't resisting at first, but he wasn't engaging either. He had to think if this was really anything he wanted. His lips spread to speak, but quickly realized that was an ill choice. James could only push Cato away before the tongue was introduced. James' hands rested on Cato's shoulders in a firm grasp. He held tight, locking his elbows and keeping Cato a good distance away. "Hold on there sailor!" James let his hands fall, but he was backed all the way up against the wall. "What are you doing, Ace? I'm not the er... romantic type."
James sighed and turned, running a cool hand through his hair, getting caught in a few coarse spots where kinks had formed from sleeping wrong the night before. After a few steps, escaping to an area a little less... congested, James turned to face Cato again. "Snake eyes... What are you doing? You forget about yer' gal? Tidbit, friend, I 'aint she."
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CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS
Strip Families
[AWD:040c17]cqc ? samurai ? toughness[M:-3124]
Jacques: CATO IS THE SUPER WHORE OF THE SITE I SWEAR
Posts: 92
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Post by CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS on Oct 17, 2012 2:05:56 GMT -5
Then it was over. James pushed him away, although gently, it felt rough to him. Like someone slapped him or threw ice cold water and left him standing in the freezing weather. He sucked in a breath and wavered for a while on his feet, his head swimming. James hadn't even responded as much as Cato wanted him too. Did he misread things then perhaps? He shuddered and stared at the James as he heard his old friend speak up.
"Hold on there sailor!" James let his hands fall, but he was backed all the way up against the wall. "What are you doing, Ace? I'm not the er... romantic type."
"B-but I.....I thought you understood?"
[/color] His brows furrowed in confusion, shaking his head a little in denial to what was taking place. "I....I....?"[/color] Cato let go of James, holding a hand to his forehead. "I thought you did.....hold some feeling for me? More than a friend. Did I hope for a little too much?"[/color] It was at this time James slithered away from Cato, moving to the side a little as Cato stood there, rubbing his forehead, refusing to let the disappointment get the best of him and to deny the tears that was building the access it sought. By the time James began speaking again, he buried his face into his hands, now more embarrassed than anything. "Snake eyes... What are you doing? You forget about yer' gal? Tidbit, friend, I 'aint she."[/b] "Well she's not here is she?!"[/color] He snapped angrily in reply, quickly removing his hands from his face to ensure James heard the rage in his words and saw the built up years of frustration upon his features as well as the seething anger. "Do you know how hard it is to keep faith in some dying dream for years? To be ridiculed? Humiliated? Laughed at?"[/color] He had to fight the urge of striking out at James as it would be his usual response by now. "What is wrong with wanting the company of a familiar face and touch, even for a night?"[/color] He threw his hands up in the air for emphasis. "Sure beats some stranger you decided is good enough through the haze one drowns themselves in."[/color] He continued to grind his teeth as he took another moment to try and calm himself down. "I'm through waiting on some hope that will never happen. I thought you understood that."[/color] He growled. "I replaced her with you. It wasn't her that picked me up when I fell down that hole. It wasn't her that was there when I needed someone. It. Was. YOU."[/color] Cato had to hit something, anything and with that, he angrily punched at the wall, scraping his knuckles as he screamed in hopes of further venting the anger out. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] [/s] Credit to lifezaparadox of Caution 2.0. Please don't steal.[/color][/ul][/blockquote]
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