#o.jordan

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"Well well, if it isn't Hollywood." It's kinda hard to take the jovial greeting as anything other than something bordering on 'light threat' as October's hefting an axe from hand to hand in the side yard of the Listeners' House- especially when he seems to have caught Jordan's approach without even turning around. "What's the occasion then, killer? If you're here for a working over, I'm afraid I'm a little busy." He steps back, and with one violent swing, cleaves the log in front of himself in two, tearing the hatchet head back out of the stump and placing another. "You could also put a little work in outside of being pretty, if you were so inclined, but who am I to give any orders, mm?" To October's credit, the standoffish nature was, at it's core, his nature, and Jordan had never taken issue with it, rough-edged and dangerous to... anyone fool enough to enter his orbit, after all.

"Quite the hit at that whole speed-dating thing, weren't ya, handsome? Don't think I didn't know what you were up to. You're lucky it's a game I like playing." Another swift swing of the axe, another splitting of wood. "Get over here and set me up again."

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"Signed onto this to crack skulls and teach Quinn the ropes, and now I'm babysitting Hollywood's Mistake and any other fuckin' fool they decide to let loiter around." He's muttering to himself, smoking a cigarette outside the Parson house. He'll go for a walk, later, under the stars and moon, and relish in the cooler night air. In the loneliness that comes from wandering alongside fellow monsters. He's still cloaked in heavy fur, despite the heat, and the younger members of the Commune running around in the sprinklers to try and beat the sun- his dogs sit nearby, Glory panting around a ball and Gore staring pointedly, ever-vigilant at her master's side. He's about to keep moving, maybe take a few hours to himself at his U-Haul, still bogged down with belongings and locked tight- when he glances up at the sound of the screen door rattling open.

He's about to say something disparaging, really, but Gore starts braying instead, hackles raised. "Heh, sounds like the old girl's made her opinion of you known there, Jordan." He chuckles, tapping ash off his cigarette. "Gore. Hush." The dog quiets, seating herself silently again- odd stare leveled at the other man now. "They finally decide you were done doing your chores there, handsome? Gonna let you come outside an' play in the sprinklers?"

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"Hey. Hollywood. You got a staring problem?" October glances up from where he's lacing his skates, rusty stains in white leather despite the brilliant shine of the blades. "If you're waiting for me to pull out some fancy ice ballet moves you're going to be sorely disappointed, I know how to skate thanks to years of letting out my anger on the first unfortunate idiot between me and a hockey puck." He sighs, snapping his fingers in front of Jordan's face. "Hey. Earth to Hollywood. come in Hollywood. The fuck are you doing. I told you after the laundry incident I'm about to start chargin' you an inconvenience fee for being in my personal space. This counts, prettyboy."

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