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"Alcohol never solves any of life's problems. But then again, neither does milk."

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Stir Crazy || BoJack

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Maybe Bo thought Jack hadn’t noticed what had happened on that one specific morning, but Jack really didn’t care if someone used him as a pillow – naked or not – so there really was nothing weird in that. So he never brought the topic up in general anyway. They could talk about it later if Bo felt like it, but if o didn’t want to talk that was completely fine for Jack.

Jack hadn’t really let Bo leave the house for the man’s own health since he really was in no shape to survive on his own. Just like Jack had guessed Bo had been high, though he hadn’t asked what the other had been taking, but the withdrawals had been rather heavy ones, so it couldn’t be just some kids stuff. Plus Bo was still bruised after his chasers so Jack had been keeping an eye on his friend.

Of course he had gone to work time to time, but most of the time he had been keeping company to Bo. Or well, made sure the other had food to eat and so on. But now Jack had a day off so he was sitting sideways in his armchair while reading some random comic. He glanced at the Asian by his window and then looked at the clock.

“We could go and eat somewhere?” he suggested and raised his brow a bit. Soon they’d get hungry anyway so getting something to eat would be a good idea. “We’ll put you wear my clothes and no one will pay much attention to you.” If they’d add beanie and sunglasses it’d be even better way to make Bo disappear in the crowd since without those you’d see his eyes and bruises and all and that if anything would make people pay attention on Bo.

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“Okay,” Bo said, his face lighting up, “that sounds good.” A quick wardrobe change later and the men were off, Bo hiding the bruises behind dark shades and layers of clothing. They chose a noodle house with an outside bar for eating so Bo could keep his glasses on and not be stared at, but it also left him feeling exposed, with his back to the crowd. He knew he was overreacting (probably?) but he couldn’t help it. He’d been sure he was going to die that day, until he ran into Jack. Even with his friend there, he felt insecure.

He wondered, fleetingly, how long it would take for him to feel normal again. Perhaps he’d have to leave Hong Kong?

Slurping his noodles loudly, Bo lifted from his hunched position over the bowl, leaning backward on his stool and looking off down one direction of the street as he sucked in the stragglers. 

“I need... something to take the edge off, Jackie,” Bo said, using the nickname for the first time without really thinking. “Booze, drugs, something... I do not think I can stand another sleepless night.” He turned to look at his friend, lifting an eyebrow. “You got any suggestions?”

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Stir Crazy || BoJack

He’d woken up to a slightly sweet, slightly spicy scent, his face nestled between a soft pillow and... the back of someone’s neck? Blinking awake, Bo took a minute to let his confusion settle, until he could remember where he was and how he’d gotten there.

It was shortly thereafter that he realized he was spooning his rescuer, nude, and--oh, god. Wriggling away from Jack, Bo hid his shame in the clothes that had been so kindly left out for him. Jack was awake not long after, but Bo didn’t mention the way he’d woken up, and had absolutely zero intention of doing so. 

That was a week and a half ago.

Presently, Bo was sitting in a chair beside the window, chin in his hand, his face illuminated by the sunlight streaming through. He had barely been outside, for fear of being spotted... which was unlikely, given the dense population, but still. He didn’t want to die, that much was obvious, but he also didn’t want Jack to get hurt or killed on his account.

Thankfully, he was through most of his withdrawal symptoms by this point. The shaking, the all-over ache, the “super-flu” had passed... aside from the craving, all that remained was the insomnia. Bo found it next to impossible to sleep, napping in short increments during the daytime hours, and only when Jack was around to watch over him. Dark circles had formed beneath his eyes, but he still wore a smile. 

Turning his head to look at his friend, Bo nodded. “We should go out today. I’m losing my mind in here... I’ll take the risk of getting shot in the head, I guess.”

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Happy Coincidence || BoJack

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Jack watched at his friend and ended up just rolling his eyes and huffing. Bo really was in a bad shape and if he was trying to deny it somehow there was no way Jack would believe that. He rather believed his own eyes than Bo’s words, especially in this case.

He sighed deeply when  the other just threw up and he shook his head. “Okay”, he replied to the shower part and didn’t really stay to see would Bo manage to get in the tub or not. Jack trusted Bo would manage in such an easy task even in that shape.

Though as minutes passed there was only the steady sound of the shower and it caused Jack to raise his brow. Usually when someone was in the shower you could hear the water move even a bit, but now the sound was way too steady. So without a warning Jack just walked back to the bathroom and opened the door to see what Bo was doing.

He was welcomed with a bunch of stream making him frown and as he walked by the tub he realised Bo was sleeping. He huffed, again, turned off the water and squatted down next to the other. “Bo, wake up.”

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The moment the hot water stopped hitting his skin, Bo curled in on himself and shivered again. He struggled to open his eyes, and all he could see was the fuzzy outline of someone leaning over him. “Nah...” he sighed, wanting nothing more than to be asleep.

Eventually, he lost the battle and drifted off again. Laying on his side, his knees were pulled to his chest, one arm draped over the edge of the tub, cheek pressed to the back wall of the shower. Now he was more unconscious than he was asleep, and it’d be several hours before he was able to wake up again with any kind of clarity. And when he did, he’d only be craving another fix. 

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Happy Coincidence || BoJack

[notreallyjack]

“No problem”, Jack replied since Bo gave him back something he had missed for a long time already – he got to shoot people again. Maybe it was sick to like it, but there was just certain kind of fascination to see how people started to look who shot instead of running away like animals would do. Humans really were stupid.

The blonde looked at his friend and raised his brow. Bo was a mess, seriously. He didn’t even look that bad when he had a hangover, so Jack could only imagine how terrible Bo was feeling right now. “Right there”, he said and pointed at the only door in the apartment that wasn’t the front door. For a moment he just watched Bo’s moving, then rolled his eyes and stepped next to the other and wrapped his arm around him. “Come on, idiot, with that pace you won’t be there until tomorrow”, Jack commented and helped Bo in the bathroom. “Do you want me to stay here or do you want to be alone?” he questioned since to him it would be one and the same would he be listening the throwing up here in the bathroom or in the living room.

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Bo gave an undignified grunt, waving Jack off as he was helped into the bathroom. He was going to tell him to leave him in there alone, but the bile came before the words, and he had no time to speak before he was retching into the toilet.

Ugh. It was nothing but water and stomach acid at this point.

Didn’t take long for his stomach to be completely empty, at which point Bo gave the toilet a flush and sat back against the small tub, shivering. Okay. A hot shower sounded both wonderful and awful, but he knew he was probably covered in blood and reeked of homeless-guy-smell, so he at least owed it to Jack to make himself a little less offensive. 

“Gonna, ah... shower. Be out in a few,” Bo muttered, waiting for Jack to leave the bathroom before crawling over the edge of the tub to sit inside it. He was too tired to stand, but whatever. Wriggling out of his clothing, Bo dumped it over the side and reached for the faucet, cranking up the hot water and relishing the way it stung his skin. It wasn’t until he was good and lathered up that he started to feel supremely sleepy. Man, maybe the water was too hot...

Steam filled the small bathroom, the silence punctuated only by the sound of a steady stream of water. No more sounds came from the man in Jack’s shower, no shifting of his feet in the tub as he tried to scrub every inch of his body while still sitting down. He’d passed out, thankfully with his head out of the stream, sprawled in the tub while the scalding hot water rained down on him. But boy, was it a good kinda sleep.

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Happy Coincidence || BoJack

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Jack put the gun back in parts and in its box, and then just tossed it back under the bed before looking at Bo. Of course he had questions about what was going on, but considering how Bo looked like and how his pupils were almost the same size as his irises Jack really wasn’t going to ask any questions right now. He could ask them later, he’d make sure of it.

“Yeah, I got a job as a bouncer at one club and eventually had enough money to rent this place.” Of course there was also the fact that with the help of his father he got a hand on his money again so just getting a job didn’t make it possible to have that apartment he had now. He looked at Bo as the other told him to and Jack just shook his head. Bo looked like a wreck.

“Nah, if there will be more they share the fate of their friends”, Jack said and he knew he might even start to spend his days on the roof of the buildings near by to shoot down everyone who clearly were after Bo. Jack walked in the kitchenette, opened the fridge and took out a water bottle bringing it to Bo. “You can stay here.”

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Bo didn’t want to get anyone else involved in his mess; all his friends had already been murdered because of it. But he knew that Jack was as capable of protecting himself as he was stubborn, and arguing with him would be a moot point.

“Thank you,” he repeated for the third time that night, unscrewing the cap on the bottle and sucking down half of the water inside all at once. Pulling it away from his lips and gasping for air, Bo groaned as the small drip of pain suddenly turned into a torrential downpour, washing over him and making him curl in on himself. “Ah, fuck,” he muttered, squinting his eyes for a few seconds. “Bathroom? Need to puke and then rinse off.” He struggled to his feet, using the wall as a support. Every step sent a flair of pain up through his legs and into his abdomen, and the room seemed to sway around him.

He hoped that this was just because of the heroin and cardio exercise, and not because he was bleeding internally or something idiotic like that.

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Happy Coincidence || BoJack

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Jack opened the door to his apartment quickly and locked the door even quicker. The aparment was a bit of a mess – dirty clothes a bit here and there, few empty pizza boxes piled on top of each other, beer bottles, the kitchenette was filled with dirty dishes.. But that wasn’t the thing Jack cared about right now. There were people after Bo and before or later they would start asking questions where the grasshopper had gone and the way Bo looked right now it certainly wouldn’t be hard to find out from the other people where he had went.

Plus Jack wasn’t going to welcome just anyone into his apartment so he was going to get rid of those guys before they would even reach the front door of the building.

He rushed by his bed, pulled out a huge black case under the bed, tossed it on the bed and opened the case. Even that he wasn’t doing his old job anymore it didn’t mean he didn’t have a gun anymore. This sniper rifle wasn’t as good as the one he used to have, but unfortunately he couldn’t take it with him once he left his home country. You couldn’t just waltz through the customs with a gun in your bag, so it was easier to waltz through there without anything suspicious and then just get the needed things later. That’s what Jack did. He bought a gun, just in case he’d need it, and he actually did shoot some birds in the middle of the night to get a hold of this new gun of his.

With few clicks and fast hands Jack put the gun together and walked by the window glancing at Bo. “Thank me later”, he replied back, opened the window a bit to get the pipe of the gun on the windowsill. “Move”, he commented and pushed Bo a bit so he wouldn’t be taking the perfect spot from the window. For a moment Jack followed the people on the street trying to figure out who were the ones who were looking for Bo and once he spotted those guys he couldn’t but chuckle. Could they even look more obvious than that?

He took a good aim and fired. Thanks to the silencer the sound was so tiny he knew no one would hear it, and no one would be able to see Jack and the gun since he was rather high and there were multiple directions where he could be. Plus he obviously didn’t shove the whole gun outside so there really was almost impossible to see where he was.

The first bullet reached its goal – right in the head – and the man fell down. His friend noticed this, started to look around him and brought his hand to his gun, but Jack was quicker. A shot in the head and the second guy fell down too. The people on the street started to scream and run and Jack took a quick glance around the street to see was there more than the two, but when he was sure there wasn’t he pulled the gun back in and closed the window. “Now you can thank me”, he said to Bo and walked back to his bed to put the gun back in its case.

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Watching Jack get out the sniper rifle, Bo smirked. Ah, yes. Wonderful. He sat down on the floor with his back to the wall, closing his eyes as he listened to the quiet pop of Jack’s gun. Technology these days, it was incredible.

“Fine, thank you again,” Bo said lazily, not opening his eyes. He still wore a shit-eating grin, his fingers running up his arm to find the rubber tubing and untie it. Once it was off Bo cast it aside, groaning at the phantom weight in his limbs. God, he just wanted to sleep. The bruises had already started forming on his body where he’d been kicked, punched, and thrown against the wall, the pain seeping back like a slow drip from a faucet filling up a sink.

He was glad Jack hadn’t asked any questions. Then again, the man seemed like the type to shoot first and ask questions later, so that was probably still coming. When they’d first met a few years ago, their roles were very much reversed: Jack was the homeless one, fresh off the boat and with no idea where to go. Taking pity on him, Bo had offered up the apartment he was rarely in anyway, letting the man stay there until he could get some money and get back on his feet. They’d hung out a few times, usually to drink and make small talk. Acquaintances at the least, very casual friends at best. Though Bo supposed he ought to move Jack up a notch after he just saved his ass, so sure, friends it was.

“I see you, ah... have got your shit together, hm? That is good,” Bo remarked in his slightly-broken English, gesturing at the man’s home with his hand. “Funny, how things reverse. Look at me now.” A pained laugh rolled off his tongue and he winced, moving his hand to his face to swipe his fingers over the cut. Ow. “There will be more. I should not stay here long, my friend. But ah, while I am... can I have some water?”

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Happy Coincidence || BoJack

[notreallyjack]

Jack didn’t really have much to do on that exact day. He had a free night from work – not that his work was that challenging in the first place anyway – so now he was even more bored than he used to be. He didn’t even have a girl, or a guy, for the night so his day and evening and night really was completely empty of plans. Maybe he should go and hit on someone to see would he get a bed warmer for the night. Or he could just roam around.

He picked the roaming around -option. He had been living in Hong Kong for couple of years already but there still were a lot of places he hadn’t seen or visited. So he went to see some stores he never had, few parks, checked few restaurants – or more likely their prices – and then headed home still being bored.

How could it be that you lived in a huge city that never seemed to sleep and you still got super bored? There’s supposed to be a lot things to do, but still Jack couldn’t think of a thing to do. He didn’t feel like going to a club, going to a bar, hell, he didn’t even feel like going home. So instead of going home he stopped by the front door that did lead to his apartment and there he just stood like a statue watching the people walking by.

Then someone walked straightly onto him. A slightly angry yelp left from his lips and his eyes set on the person. But as he realised who that person was the anger disappeared and a wide grin spread on his lips, just to die a second later when he heard Bo’s words about a gun. “No, I don’t”, Jack replied, glanced over Bo’s shoulder towards the direction the other had came from and grabbed his arm. “Come”, without waiting any reply Jack opened the door to the apartment and rushed up the stairs pulling Bo with him.

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Thank fuck.

Allowing himself to be unceremoniously pulled up the stairs and into Jack’s apartment--which, he noticed immediately, was considerably more sizable than the one he had--Bo breathed a sigh of relief upon stepping inside. He wasted no time hurrying to the nearest window that faced the street they’d just abandoned, peeking cautiously out from behind the curtain. He could see the bastards down there hunting for him, confused as to where he’d vanished off to. Good fucking riddance.

The next long exhale was a bit shaky, a bit strained; sprinting wasn’t the first thing on his list of crap he wanted to do while heroin still pumped through his veins. The ‘rush’ had passed hours ago and Bo was well into the ‘drowsy’ stage, so the moment he felt safe, his demeanor changed like a switch had been flipped. His motions became slow and lethargic, and his mental processes returned to their previously clouded and muddled state. In short, he was a wreck. Blood still dripped from his nose and a cut beneath his left eye, dripping from his jaw to stain his filthy shirt. Everything hurt but he was too tired to care, so he just smiled a reddened smile at Jack as he turned from the window, his eyes half-closed and his speech somewhat slurred. “Thanks, man. I guess we are even now.” 

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Happy Coincidence || BoJack

DATE: 10.8.2063 LOCATION: HONG KONG, CHINA TRIGGER WARNING(s): Violence, Drug Use

He was asleep when they found him; passed out on a dirty, bare mattress in the middle of the floor of a condemned building. The other homeless that inhabited the decrepit space scattered the moment they saw the triad thugs come inside, but strung out as he was, Bo didn’t wake up at the sound of their heavy footsteps. It wasn’t until one of those steel-toed boots slammed into his side that he was jerked into consciousness, howling in pain as he rolled away from the offending appendage. Hands gripped him tightly and heaved him to his feet, the started to beat on him. His mind swam, his vision nothing but a blur of dull colors as the thugs pounded him senseless, throwing him against the brick wall and watching as he tried to crawl away. A rubber tube was still tied tightly around Bo’s arm, empty syringes littering the floor around the mattress.

“<Never did kick that habit, ah Zhao?>” Bo could only groan in response, shivering as he felt blood dripping down his face. Another foot hit him in the gut and he retched, losing what small amount of food he’d managed to scrounge up that day onto the dirty floor.

“<Sun Yee On sends their regards.>” Bo’s adrenaline spiked when he heard that familiar phrase, and he whipped his head around to see one of the thugs pulling out a gun. The wave of ‘getthefuckupandgo’ hit him full force and he leaped to his feet, ignoring the all-over ache as he disarmed one of them, snapping his wrist. Blood thundered in his ears, drowning out the sound of his attackers as he made a break for it, sprinting to the stairwell and leaping down the steps two at a time. 

People on the sidewalk hurried to get out of his way as he sprinted through the streets of Hong Kong, bloody and sweaty and looking ready to collapse. He knew they would catch up with him soon, he knew he was outmatched, and he had to find somewhere to hide.

But where?

Frantic as he was, bolting down side streets and slithering his way through crowds of people in the nighttime rush, Bo ran into more than one person, bowling them over. No time for apologies, he could hear shouts farther behind him. They were coming. He took a split second to look back, to see if they saw him, and wham!! Bo yelped in surprise as he slammed into another person, someone nearly as big as him and with enough mass to stop his trajectory completely. 

Tumbling to the ground, Bo looked up to see the person he’d collided with, and--

Oh, no way.

This guy, this blonde-haired American guy that Bo had let stay in his shitty apartment for a few days years ago... what were the fucking odds? He quickly recalled that the guy, the fuck was his name--Jack!--that Jack was a pretty good fighter. 

“Jack, long time no see,” Bo grunted, holding out a hand to be helped up. He looked nervously back down the sidewalk, still hearing the sounds of his pursuers. “I would love to catch up, but someone is trying to kill me. You wouldn’t have a gun on you, would you?” 

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Good Boy || Solo

DATE: 8.17.2060 LOCATION: HONG KONG, CHINA TRIGGER WARNING(s): Murder, Violence Against Children

“<Kill the entire family; leave none alive.>”

The house was large, and very ornate. The broom closet was probably about as big as Bo’s entire Hong Kong apartment (not that he minded the small size, he was rarely there anyway). It might make it difficult to locate the entire family, but he’d manage. This wasn’t his first rodeo.

Turning his head to look at the nervous guy in the driver’s seat, Bo sneered. Stupid kid. He was pissed that he’d been sent off with one of the Vanguard’s sons just so he could ‘teach him a few things’. What a fucking waste of time. The shit stain had a fear of blood, for fuck’s sake. “<Kill the engine, stay here. When I’m ready, I’ll open the garage door. Back in, get out and help me load up the bodies. Got it?>” The kid nodded, eyes wide. “<Good. It’ll be a few minutes.>” With a grunt, Bo was out of the car and walking up to the front door. He knelt in front of the lock, fiddled with something his partner couldn’t see from the car, then stood and pushed the door open. Easy as pie.

Stepping inside the home, Bo quietly clicked the door shut behind him and stepped lightly through the foyer, his eyes darting this way and that, ears perked for sound. His pistol was drawn, silencer equipped. All the lights downstairs were off, but there was a golden glow coming from the top of the staircase, and Bo was petty sure he heard the drone of a television. Making his way upstairs, he kept close to the wall. The first closed door he came upon had no light coming from the gap at the bottom, and the man easily snuck inside.

Child’s room. Their son, probably eight or nine by the looks of him. He was sprawled out in the bed, his legs twisted up in the superhero sheets. Moving up to the edge of the bed, Bo tilted his head at the sight. Kinda looked like his--hm, no.

Expressionless, Bo picked up the abandoned pillow emblazoned with Spider-man’s masked face and pressed it over the boy’s head. The silencer was pressed into it, and before the boy could fully wake and struggle, Bo fired a single shot. Feathers exploded into the air, raining down in a beautifully macabre way to settle over the child’s still form.

Bo turned, exiting the room to move on to the next.

The second one before the master bedroom was their second child. A girl, somewhere in her early teens. She heard Bo just as he reached her bed, but before she could scream and alert her parents, Bo had her head between his hands. He gave a vicious twist--crack!--and it was over.

Last room. This was where the sound of the television was coming from. Upon entering, Bo realized the adults had fallen asleep with the TV on. Fantastic. He went to the wife first, using his knife so as to not wake the husband. While her blood stained the 1800 thread count sheets red, Bo circled the bed like a shark and was on top of the man just as he woke. He allowed him to see his wife, smirking at the terrified, guttural cry that ripped from the man’s throat. “<The rest of them are dead. Saved you for last, lucky you.>” Bo wasn’t one to monologue, so he left it at that, nestling his pistol beneath the man’s chin. “<Sun Yee On sends their regards,>” he said flatly before pulling the trigger.

Going and opening the garage door, Bo enlisted the help of the kid driving them to get all four bodies down the stairs and into the back of the van. Once any traces of his presence had been scrubbed away, they’d take the bodies a long distance away and dispose of them. It was usually an overnight job, which meant Bo didn’t end up reporting back until it was nearing 5am.

He’d done well, and he was reminded of that by the men that had made the call for the hit. ‘Good boy’ they said to him as if he were a dog. Which, for all intents and purposes, he was. A dog without a conscience, and an uncanny ability for driving and murdering. A real A+ package.

“<Thank you,>” he responded humbly, bowing his head. Without looking at them, Bo turned on his heel and took his leave, finding himself to be very much in the mood for some snake soup.

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[[Moving Forward]]

I’m sad to see the group closing, but I had a lot of fun writing with all of you. Bo was a character of my own creation, so I plan on changing all parts of his past relating to OpAscent and continuing on with him as an indie blog. If any ex-members of Operation: Ascent are interested in writing with me in the future, drop me a line! 

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