Si Richardson

23 || Student || Barman

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kayleycorr‌:

Kayley stopped, tilting her head to the side as she observed Si and his vague yet blunt comments. “Too stupid?” She repeated and frowned a little, “The distracting and loud I get. Stupid seems a little mean to say about others.” Shrugging she took a step back and looked around the room, thinking about what he said. “I’m… Intruding, aren’t I?” 

“Being mean doesn’t stop it being true,” he said, fiddling with his brushes for a moment. He cast an eye at her sideways and let that answer itself.

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a-tale-for-me‌:

“Something has to do it, after all.”

“Precisely. Rather than on something an educated mind could decipher themselves.”

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a-tale-for-me‌:

“Very true. It isn’t something like farming or janitorial peasantry.”

“We should save the beasts for emptying the cesspits.”

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a-tale-for-me‌:

“Maybe not, but I have no intentions of digging my hands into that sort of dirty work.”

“Creating sustainable power is not as dirty as a lot of other jobs I could think of.”

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jackbeimpish‌:

“Sorry. I’ll try to do better,” he chuckled. There was a ledge outside the window wide enough to walk on if someone had a death wish, and he hopped up onto the edge and swung his legs out. “Are you coming?” He smiled and actually waited for an answer.

He glanced between the man and the ledge for a moment and then closed the window on him. “No.”

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jackbeimpish‌:

“Nice to meet you, Simon. I’m Jack. Does this thing open?” He fiddled with the latch on the window and pushed. It did. He stuck his head out for a better view.

He narrowed his eyes, wondering briefly if anyone would notice if he just pushed him out. “Why ask the question if you’re not even going to bother waiting for an answer?”

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jackbeimpish‌:

“What isn’t?” He shrugged, peering out the window. Jack didn’t have any interest in a philosophical discussion. “What’s your name?”

“Simon.” Officially, he thought. Though he wouldn’t be seen dead using it on anything that wasn’t a legally binding form. He might even have tried to trick him with his real name, but no one had used it in so long he’d all but forgotten it.

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jackbeimpish‌:

“Wow. Getting a little grim, dude,” he laughed. “Have you ever seen roadkill? I promise you, I’m much more handsome on the outside.”

“Beauty is subjective,” he answered, beginning to wash his brushes. He couldn’t work like this. He probably couldn’t work again knowing someone had encroached on his space. Not without giving every surface he might even have breathed on a heavy clean.

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djaqofalltrades‌:

“Be my guest.  I have extraordinary skills when it comes to ignoring pests,” she stated, brushing past him and making her way to the front desk to check out her books.

He moved after her with long elegant strides. “Well, I suppose if you spend your life piloting in a drink induced stupor that much must come easily.”

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djaqofalltrades‌:

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she muttered under her breath.  “Well, going off of your definition, I am going to utilize my freedom to leave this conversation, which - in my opinion - is undesirable.”

“Who said I have any interest in exercising anyone else’s freedom? I could follow you around all day if I wanted to.” 

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jackbeimpish‌:

Ah, that was easier than he’d thought it would be. Hardly any challenge at all. He barely got a look at the canvases before the other had thrown a cloth over them. “Hey, what are you doing? Those were nice.” He smiled but didn’t move to pull it back down. He could recognize privacy boundaries. He just chose to ignore them most of the time.

His eye twitched again and he found his hands convulsively pumping. “I’m sure if someone cut you open, it would look nice. But I doubt you want your insides exposed to the world,” he replied, voice low and soft, if only to mask the darkness ins the words he spoke.

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djaqofalltrades‌:

“…Are you always this difficult?”

“It depends.”

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djaqofalltrades‌:

“What definition do you rely on?” she asked, figuring she would have to defend her actions according to it instead of the one she relied on.

“Oh, I think today it’ll be ‘the state of not being subject to or affected by something undesirable’. The undesirable in this case is the challenge of facts I think are perfectly visible.”

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djaqofalltrades‌:

“Assumptions aren’t always accurate, but that doesn’t mean that people shouldn’t be allowed to make them.  To err is human, after all,” she countered.  “People also have the freedom to say or do what they wish, but sometimes what they say or do is wrong.  Challenging their actions or words does not make them any less free in continuing to do or say whatever they wish.”

He raised an eyebrow and squinted an eye. “That really depends on what definition of freedom your rely on.”

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djaqofalltrades‌:

“You are correct.  People lie all the time.  I, however, do not.  I do not see the point in doing so, unless it is to purposefully trick you, but as I have just met you, I have no reason to do that either,” she told him.  “But like I said, you are free to make your inaccurate assumptions.”

“I am free to make the assumptions. But yet you challenge them. That doesn’t sound like freedom to me. You seem to contradict yourself. It’s probable that you lie too.”

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djaqofalltrades‌:

“You must have a hearing problem.  You might want to get that checked out,” she suggested, growing a bit more annoyed by his entitled words.  “You just assumed I was the one struggling with alcoholism.  You were incorrect then, so I would not be surprised if you had other incorrect assumptions about me.”

He slowly raised a shoulder, a smirk slipping onto his lips as he felt her frustration. It ran through him like static. “Or maybe I just don’t believe you. People say a lot of things that aren’t true.”

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jackbeimpish‌:

“I’ve never really thought about it,” he admitted, shrugging. There wasn’t a lot of time for art in his line of work. “Sounds like you’re reading too much into that.” He grinned and tried to duck past him further into the room. The guy clearly didn’t want him there, which only made Jack more curious to look around.

He scowled as the man shot into the space. He wasn’t exactly going to grab him. Touching other humans was dirty and the least of it he could do, the better. “I have a brain, I like to use it,” he replied, quickly snatching the drip cloth from around a handful of the pieces and throwing it over them to hide them. It suddenly felt like his soul was exposed.