quiet (Ian)

[Arden Patricks]

"Oh... I see," I say slowly. "Well, whatever amuses you then."

[Ian Hunt]

"I take what amusement I can get, it doesn't come round very often," I shrug.

[Arden Patricks]

"Just as long as your amusement isn't something indecent," I mutter, glancing sideways at him, then closing my eyes.
And that was slightly unfair once again. You really need to learn to just think and not say.

[Ian Hunt]

"I'm not the one you should be telling that too," I mutter before I can stop myself, knowing it wasn't fair to say it as soon as I had.
Well, it could be worse. You could have made the remark specific to Logan...she's not stupid, she'll probably work out what you meant.

[Arden Patricks]

I wince, then look down at the table. "Sorry," I mutter, despite the flash of automatic anger. He is a twisted psycho and you know it. He deserves that.

[Ian Hunt]

I shrug, "Sorry too, that was uncalled for."

[Arden Patricks]

"Yeah, a lot of things we've said were uncalled for," I say with a short laugh. "I guess we never really got in any yelling or bitter comments prior to the apologies, so..." I shrug. "So... they're still just sitting in our heads waiting to be said."
Well... that and the fact that your best friend and him still hate each other. So you're still almost enemies by association or something....

[Ian Hunt]

"That makes sense in a kind of our psyche's must hate us both kind of way," I nod.

[Arden Patricks]

"How so?" I ask, shrugging and feeling rather thick that that didn't make sense to me.

((Oh, yeah, keep forgetting to say... planning to have Arden slip into Rowan's funeral if you want to be pissed at me there, and also can MattyMatt pleeeeeaaaassse be Logan sometime shortly? Thankee.))

[Ian Hunt]

"Just it seems kind of fucked, that because we haven't insulted each other our subconscious' still want to insult each other," I shrug.

[ooc-oki. woo drama. yeah, i'll tell him. he's at work atm though.]

[Arden Patricks]

I shrug. "Maybe a little... but I don't know about you, but I have a real problem not saying things once they occur to me... like they're physically in the room, giant bubbles pressing in on you until you say them." I pause. "And now I sound completely..." I shake my head.

((Shalt I start it now? I just felt like I shouldn't be the first person to post there, don't know if that's weird. And... well, okay then. Poor Matt.))

[Ian Hunt]

"Completely insane," I nod, "But oh well. I just have bitter sadistic little voices that bug me until I say things."

[ooc-lol, i'm gonna post a thread there in a minute and reply to yours too so don't worry. ah, matt'll get over it.]

[Arden Patricks]

I laugh very slightly, more of an intake of breath. "Oh those are always lovely," I nod. "Or I don't know... mine are. I don't know." I shrug. "I hate bitterness. Hate the bitter voice that points out the truth half the time and utter bollocks the other...." I shake my head. "Anyway."

((Gotcha. And yeah, he probably will. Where's he work?))

[Ian Hunt]

"Hmm...yeah, talking about the voices inside our head is sort of weird..."

[ooc-k. works at local shop place. haha.]

[Arden Patricks]

"Mm... maybe a little," I shrug. "Helpful, perhaps, for psychiatrists."

((Okay... "shop place?" What the hell is that? But okay then.))

[Ian Hunt]

"Well, neither of us are...are we?" I reply with a slight shrug.

[ooc-haha yeah, shop place. like a corner shop...can't remember what it's called.]

[Arden Patricks]

"What, psychiatrists?" I laugh. "I'm trying to be, sort of. But I probably actually shouldn't, with the state my own head is in sometimes." I shrug.

((Okay... what do they sell?))

[Ian Hunt]

I laugh slightly, "Yeah, fair enough. Kind of slightly hypocritical to help other fuck ups when you're a fuck up yourself. Not that I'm saying you're a fuck up, well I kind of am; you know the whole voices thing, I don't know what I'm saying actually."

[ooc-like cigarettes, sugar, drinks full of glucose, magazines, gum...that sort of thing]

[Arden Patricks]

I laugh genuinely down at the desk and shake my head. "Hop around on one foot much?" I ask. "No... I was a fuck-up, maybe still am if I can get so bloody confused. At least it doesn't stop me from listening, though," I shrug.

((Ah... convenience store?))

[Ian Hunt]

I laugh, "Hmm...yeah, really should have thought before I started speaking."
"Yeah, at least you can still listen, that's always good, even if you are a fuck up."

[ooc-yeah...corner shop/convenience store...whatever it's called]

[Arden Patricks]

I nod, laughing again as he calls me a fuck-up yet again. "The only thing I really can do in this war," I shrug, lacing my hands together. "I can't really make a difference for the Order when I've got so many fri- people... on the other side." I shrug again and shake my head.

((Okay... I had no idea what you meant before. "Shop place" could mean bookstore or Kmart for heaven's sake.))

[Ian Hunt]

"It's probably a lot more helpful than what other people are doing," I shrug slightly, "Why does it make a difference? I'm...obviously not with the Order, but some of my best friends, Maddie...they are."

[ooc-yeah...i know...sorry i'm having a slow day ;D ]

[Arden Patricks]

"No... I don't know, it's not..." I shake my head, not sure what I'm talking about. "It's just... I couldn't... conflicting goals, I guess." I shrug, not sure if I'm making any sense at all.

((Aren't you always? *grins sweetly*))

[Ian Hunt]

"Kind of get it, I suppose. Guess it's easier if you don't believe in what you're doing to befriend the enemy," I shrug slightly.

[ooc- lol]

[Arden Patricks]

I nod. "Yeah, guess so," I say after I work out what he means. "I would believe in what I was doing but be friends with the enemy anyway... I just can't," I shrug. "I mean, have... have you ever... what would you do if you were ordered to go after a friend?"

((Eh, still love you. ;D Got a weird question just a bit ago, incidentally... apparently somebody thought we were dating over the internet. No idea where that came from.))

[Ian Hunt]

"Depends on the person," I reply without hesitation, "If it was Maddie or Row or someone like that; no chance. Anyone else; do it in a heartbeat."

[ooc- oh bob...lol, who asked you that?]

[Arden Patricks]

"I see..." I say, swallowing hard. That's a little disturbing... and where do you draw the line? "Well, I guess I can see where you might have a little trouble getting people to put in a good word for you," I mutter very quietly.

((Eh... chick who plays Andy Gates... and I just realized we talked for a couple hours and I don't know her real name. It was highly unexpected and I really want to know what in heaven's name gave her that idea... but anyway. How is your maimed arm?))

[Ian Hunt]

I laugh slightly, without humour, "They're orders. I know no one elses life is worth more than someone elses, but if I follow orders the people that I really love stay fine. I don't, and the people I love get hurt and people I don't know stay fine. I know it's inhuman, vile, no word really comes close I suppose, but it's just...how it works."

[ooc-haha, lol. andy gates is destiny i think. my arm hurts. but i'll live.]

[Arden Patricks]

I think a minute, then nod. "I... I guess that's more... I don't know, acceptable. The way you said it a minute ago was slightly more... I don't know." I shrug uncomfortably.

((I've decided that Pip is now the most dangerous... used to be Matt and then you, but that girl is psychotic. Posted funeral dealy by the way.))

[Ian Hunt]

"I know," I mutter, "It's just...I don't feel I should have to explain myself because most people's opinion isn't going to change, and then I change my mind and think that I really should explain, probably."

[ooc-she's fucking psychotic. never again will i stand outside the backdoors for more than a few seconds or try and get into the house that way. i noticed. i have replied. ]