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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Mar 25, 2014 4:02:55 GMT
He was lounging on the couch, legs stretched out onto the cluttered coffee table. Iggie didn't even know what time it was; daytime as far as he could tell; and he didn't know how long he'd been sitting there. The smell of weed hung in the air, but he wasn't high anymore, just too tender to get up.
Leaning over to grab the remote was enough to reawaken the soreness, the bruising along the side of his rib cage, and he gritted his teeth, flipping through TV channels while he waited for it to pass. It did, eventually, and as long as he stayed still he couldn't even feel any pain, only a sort of stiffness.
He quirked a brow as he heard the door - zeroing in on the sounds past the talk show he'd stopped surfing at - it sounded like Kieran was home. Just in time.
"Kieran? Grab me a beer?" He shouted.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2014 0:29:45 GMT
It had been a strange circumstance that brought him together with Iggie. The two looked hardly a thing alike, and yet they were related, of all coincidences. Then again, Kieran's life as of late had been full of strange circumstances and there were many more to come as long as he lived on this godforsaken island. No, Iggie was like him, though, in the fact that he needed to get away. Misery loves company, so Kieran let him stay at his place with the sole condition that whenever this supposed "inheritance" came in, Iggie paid him back for all the rent and food and drugs and whatever he owed him. Plus interest. Kieran was all for helping out someone, even family, but it's not like he'd help for free. It's not like his money would last forever. Or, well, now it did, but Iggie didn't need to know that. He'd been out all day running various errands like the responsible adult he was while his cousin laid around and did god knows what all day. This was a big of an exaggeration because Kieran rarely did anything himself, as most of the time he was tripping on speed, but the fridge was empty and they needed to eat, obviously, even though the both of them were nearly skin and bones themselves. As soon as he walked in the door Iggie crooned for a beer and Kieran sighed. The groceries needed to be put away but he was getting lazy so he basically dumped them on the counter, stuffed the bags of cold groceries in the fridge, and grabbed two beers. Popping off the caps and going into the living room he plopped down on the couch next to his cousin and handed him one of the beers, taking a long drink from the other. "So what have you been up to today, lazy ass?" IGGIE VAN ALLAN |
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Apr 8, 2014 1:59:26 GMT
Staying with Kieran was good. Nothing really got done, but neither of them gave a shit. Neither of them were ever sober enough to give a shit. It was good. Kieran might have been a deadbeat drug addict, but that meant he didn't care that Iggie was a deadbeat drug addict. It was really good. Iggie was just in a good mood, a lingering high, a zenlike patience no matter how long Kieran bustled in the kitchen before he finally sat down and brought the beer.
Iggie's mouth felt dry, he couldn't remember the last time he'd brushed his fucking teeth, or the last time he'd stood up. It was a stagnant day. "Nothing." He answered smugly, after a long swig of his beer.
"Give a guy some sympathy, people keep tryna beat money out of me." He complained, letting his head loll back on the couch.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2014 22:22:13 GMT
"Obviously," he said with a roll of his eyes and a swig of beer. Then again, he barely did anything himself. He only went out today because of necessity. If he had his choice he'd sit around at home all day drinking beer and popping pills, but that wasn't always an option. Plus he kind of had to go out and look presentable if he was gonna pick up a bedmate for the night. Yeah, there was always that. Kieran shook his head with a chuckle as he took another drink, settling back on the couch himself. It was comfortable and now that he was sitting here he probably wouldn't get up again for anything. Nevermind the fact that the apartment was trashed and the kitchen was full of bags to be put away.. "If they were smart they'd try to get money out of someone else. Someone who actually has money." With a side-eyed glance he looked over at his cousin, though it was all well-meaning. Kind of. "When are you gonna pay me back for rent, huh? Interest just keeps going up the longer you wait." IGGIE VAN ALLAN |
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Apr 14, 2014 11:48:37 GMT
It was no secret that Iggie was a lazy freeloader. Kieran wasn't much better either - usually, getting things done came down to seeing who could wait it out and who would break down and do it. It was rarely Iggie, since he had a tendency to wander out and live off someone else's couch rather than, god forbid, work. It may have had a little bit to do with avoiding debt collectors, too.
It wasn't usually too big a deal, they both had erratic schedules and comings and goings and didn't really care what the other was doing. Iggie liked to think he was a good roommate - he didn't get on Kieran for anything, and as an extra courtesy didn't touch his drugs (speed wasn't his favourite high anyways). Drinks were fair game though. Smokes too. Point being, it was all good between them, harmonious and zen and whatever.
Except sometimes, it came up that Iggie hadn't paid a day of rent since he'd come here. "That's criminal, I'm your flesh and blood and you charge interest." So much for blood thicker than water. Kieran was loaded anyways, why was it always the rich people after his money? Society was fucked up.
Speaking of fucked up. Or thinking. He couldn't quite get it off his mind, this whole new level of fucked up. "Hey man, when you're high, d'you think it's like... subconscious shit?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2014 16:30:49 GMT
"Because I'm a greedy asshole, that's why," he chuckled, taking a drink from his beer as he settled back into the plush cushions of the couch. "I'd charge anyone interest, even my mom. But my mom isn't a lazy fuckin' freeloader like you, so she wouldn't have to." Really, it was tough love on Kieran's part. He liked to give Iggie shit, but that was just his way of showing affection. At least to his family members. It was an 'eat or get eaten' family environment when he was younger; sensitivity wasn't welcome. Iggie could handle it, he knew that, and he wouldn't intentionally say anything to actually make him mad. They stayed quiet for a moment before Iggie's voice rang out again, asking something existential and weird. This guy liked to talk about weird shit when he was high, that was for sure. Looking over at him with a lazy roll of his eyes, a half-snort, half-sigh exhaled through his nose. "What does that even mean? Are you still high right now?" Honestly, when Kieran was high he didn't think about much else besides getting laid, but speed and pot were two totally different demons to deal with. IGGIE VAN ALLAN |
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Apr 27, 2014 6:30:09 GMT
Iggie shrugged - fair enough. He couldn't really bring himself to be offended, not when it's true. Neither of them were even pretending to be useful members of society; his cousin wasn't doing much better and the only difference was he's already got money.
But Kieran's done him enough favours that Iggie probably wasn't going to dodge out of paying him back. Probably. Once he's rich he'll spend his money on worse shit anyways. Once he's rich it won't even matter, he'll toss a guy some cash.
"No." He sounded defensive, unsure. Maybe he was, maybe there's enough shit in his system that he's just always high. Maybe he's just trying to stay that way.
Iggie heaved a weary sigh and placated himself with a long sip before he spoke again. "It means like... take the worse thing you ever did, right? And then multiply it by, fuckin, I don't know, three hundred."
"Then sober the fuck up and try to explain why the fuck you did it." He screwed up his face as if the thought of it was leaving a bad taste in his mouth. It was. He tipped his head back and tried to wash it out with beer.
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2014 0:32:28 GMT
Iggie was becoming more and more cryptic as time went on. That wasn't like him; usually he was straightforward and to the point. Apparently something was on his cousin's mind and apparently he'd done something wrong. While Kieran knew it wasn't in good taste to pry, he couldn't help but be a little - or, a lot - curious. "What did you do that was crashing a car and nearly killing two people times three hundred?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, doubting that unless Iggie murdered someone with his bare hands or carried out a terrorist plot it wasn't worse than that. Still, he wanted to know and he was going to try and get it out of him the best he could. "I mean, it would've had to be pretty damn bad, right?" Following Iggie's suit, he took another drink of beer as well. IGGIE VAN ALLAN |
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on May 30, 2014 3:53:02 GMT
He drained his beer, keeping a loose hold on the empty can. Iggie could have gone for another beer, but he couldn't bring himself to make any unnecessary movements. He was fucking sore, he was tired of getting his ass kicked. It wasn't his fault he was broke. His head lolled to the side, casting Kieran a look that was pleading, if not dazed and pathetic.
"You don't wanna know..." He grumbled, though it was only a few seconds before he went on anyways. God knew he was shameless, especially around his cousin, who knew all his secrets and exploits already. None quite like this, though he still didn't know how much he could bear to say aloud. "...Remember that bouncer guy?"
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