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 Caregiver Connections, Abel Jensen
Anthony Bryant
 Posted: Jan 7 2018, 02:07 AM
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It wasn’t early, but it felt like it. Tony had been up until 3 studying ‘cause he was up until 1 bouncing. He felt like a zombie. Like, one of those stereotype ones with the brains fetish ‘n a dead look in their eyes. He couldn’t even read the fucking clock when he got up, but he knew he had the early part of the day off. Then there was an online class ‘n then the next day he worked early at Stone Lake National Park near the camp ground. Thank GAWD for his planner. Seriously. He lived day to day staring into its pages like it was gonna protect his soul. He had looked at it twice before heading downstairs to make breakfast. He knew his brain was fried ‘n had to make sure that he really didn’t have to work.

The Mime made scrambled eggs with salt ‘n pepper, toast with butter, and some sausage. It was more than he had at home, but he wanted to make sure Abel had real food. Crappy shit wasn’t gonna help him heal. The Mime brought it up with pills and a glass of orange juice on a trap he picked up at the dollar store. He had left the door cracked for the cat. It just happened that it also let him get in with his hands full. ”Yo, sup.” He called, peering carefully around the edge of the door before stepping inside. ’You awake? I made food. It smells pretty good.” Yeah, he was gonna have to make himself some.

Setting the tray down on the bed next to the invalid, he took a minute to tie up his hair into a ponytail then pushed up the sleeves of his open flannel shirt. ”Ready to sit up? Shouldn’t be too hard for you, but I wanna make sure I get enough pillows behind you to feel comfortable, ya know?” Right. They hadn’t even gotten to the crappy parts like making sure the guy got a bath ‘n shit. It was kinda a long road to go.

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Abel Jensen
 Posted: Jan 7 2018, 02:48 AM
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Mornings were time for exercise. Abel had his routine down to a fucking science as far as when to do what to keep himself as fit as he was and still remember to go to work and all that crap. It wasn't like he stuck to a schedule religiously or anything because some nights he stayed out too late drinking or maybe if he crashed at someone else's place. Life mixed things up and he had learned how to roll with the punches for the most part but not being able to do shit because of a busted ass leg was so not cool.

He'd been awake but once the realization set in that he was effectively stuck in bed he'd managed to coax himself back to sleep for another good… thirty minutes or so before a sound stirred him. More than a sound, a voice. "Yo, sup." He'd jumped slightly, hand mid-reach towards the headboard before he remembered that Tony was totally allowed to be there. How in the hell could he forget that he had someone staying in the guest room, especially when that someone was Tony? "You awake? I made food. It smells pretty good." The hand that had been reaching fell pathetically and he dragged it over his face to help wake him up. "'M up… Scared me though. Guess I slept so good I forgot 'bout everythin'." He wouldn't mind getting back to that… 'cept he'd totally want to remember Tony… n' do non-injured things with him because that would be… Dammit, focus.

His caretaker was at the edge of the bed now, the tray resting on the nightstand and, hell, he had that shirt open… fuck the guy was ripped. Abel was staring, he couldn't help it, but he came back to his senses after a moment and gave his head a shake. "Sittin' up. I can do this…" A hand was pushed through his hair before he curled it into a fist and pressed against the mattress for leverage and slooooooooooowly tipped his torso up and his ass back until he was in a seated position. "Fuck this bruise." He bitched a little through a smile that he felt his triumph deserved. When Tony had finished situating a suitable number of pillows he leaned back against them. "Sleep okay?" It had been a while since anyone used the guest bed but he was pretty sure it was at least decent. That aside, Tony was his guest and his momma would have been aghast if he didn't ask. Ugh… Momma, she'd show up unannounced if he didn't get ahead of her.

Abel was distracted from that by something else that made him audibly groan. "I… gotta piss." So, what the fuck was he supposed to do here? An unsure glance was directed at Tony…. No guy wants to ask for help with that, so maybe Tony could just help him up and he could… hop? "Ughhhh." Problems.

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Anthony Bryant
 Posted: Jan 8 2018, 07:02 AM
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Abel had nice pillows. They were fluffy ‘n they seemed to hold the dude’s weight pretty well. After sleeping on some last night Tony was pretty happy to see that they didn’t smell like old person either. Old pillows were pretty fucking gross. He didn’t really notice it as a kid, but once he got new pillows he finally got it. Fuck, he even washed them. Setting a few behind the man he was taking care of felt like the perfect way to get the day started.

Dude sits up
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[i]"I… gotta piss. Ughhhh."

Correction: Not easy.

”Seriously?” He could tell he wasn’t awake ‘cause that sounded pretty fucking grumpy. ”Alright. Just chill a sec.” The Mime made sure the food was in a palce that would remain cat-free then pulled the blankets off of Abel’s legs. ”Okay, we are gonna get you to the toilet ‘n then sit you on it. I’m not stripping you.” Fuck no. If he wanted to see dick he’d look up some porn. ”We c’n brush your teeth while you are up so we save a step.” yeah, no after food brushing for him.

Wrapping an arm around Abel’s back and leg, Tony hoisted him gently out of bed and set him on his one good foot. ”Lean on me ‘n move carefully, okay? No hurry. We’ll get you to the fuckign toilet ‘n if you can’t make it we’ll use the sink or.. uh.. something. “ Should he start leaving an emergency piss bottle by the bed? There were crutches, but he was kinda worried the dude would fall somewhere ‘n be like one of those old commercials about old people who couldn’t get up. ”You c’n do it.Sooner you get back the sooner you get to eat.”Go team.

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Abel Jensen
 Posted: Jan 8 2018, 04:29 PM
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Growing up he'd been taught the value of hospitality. It was really the only reason he kept the house up as nice as he did, not that it was super fancy, but it was a decent place and he kept it up well. The guest bedroom was typically for appearances since most of his guests ended up in his bed but that wasn't the point, point was that he liked to be prepared in case anyone who happened to be there needed anything. Like the EMT his brother barfed on a few weeks prior. Pfft, but that was another matter entirely and basically, if he had nice little comforts lying around for his guests then they'd be in a better mood, right?

"Seriously?" Or maybe not such a good mood. Ignoring the fact that it was early and that was probably contributing, he grumbled in response. It was morning, he'd been asleep for God only knew how long, and his bladder was full… hmph, but Tony had made breakfast so he couldn't be too grumpy. "Alright. Just chill a sec." The food was situated, the blankets moved, and Tony said he wasn't stripping him. "You're missing out." A smirk pulled at his lips as he spoke, the cocky words something of a reflex, fuck and it wasn't like Tony get a bit of a show in the ambulance either… Dude had seen his junk more recently than he had.

There was small grunt as he was lifted, an arm wrapping loosely around Tony's neck, and then he was on his… foot. "Lean on me 'n move carefully, okay? No hurry. We'll get you to the fucking toilet 'n if you can't make it we'll use the sink or.. uh.. something." Ha, sounded kinda like a drunk night or some shit only this was a bit more fucking annoying and a lot less drunk. Fuuuuuuck, what he wouldn't give for a good buzz… or more meds. Tony had those, right? Of course, he did, the guy was on top of shit and then there was a brief thought about Tony being on top of him.

… Well… that was a fucking wet dream waiting to happen.

No, bathroom first dammit! It was almost agonizing the pace he was hobbling to the bathroom, but dammit he was going to do this! He was a fuckin' man! Yeah, no pain no gain, or whatever! Holy dicks, that was the longest walk to the bathroom EVER, but at least they'd made it without incident. "Kay," He braced himself against the counter and balanced on his good foot. "Think I got it." Pfft, not like he was shy about his dick, but if Tony didn't want to see it now was his chance to turn around or whatever. He waited until the guy was situated to take care of business and once he was done with that he shuffled, with the help of the counter, to lean over the sink… wash hands, then brush teeth for obvious reasons. Then… "Back to bed?" He questioned aloud, half hoping that the answer would be something different… something exciting. At least there was food there. If he wasn't determined to have some level of independence he'd have said 'fuck it' and just asked to be carried back… but this might be the only exercise he got today.

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 Posted: Jan 11 2018, 11:58 PM
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He got to the bathroom without any-uh-spillage. Plenty of time too. Tony was pretty sure he woulda been bored walking that slow if he didn’t have a reason. Every step Abel took felt like a million years. Still, the dude was at the toilet now. The seat was up too. As far as anyone knew it was gonna be perfect aim ‘n there wasn’t gonna be any piss on the cat. Mission complete.

Speaking of cats, Tony was watching Abel’s carefully. He didn’t want the animal eating the food he’d made. That wasn’t for him ‘n if he wanted some it wouldn’t be flavorful meat or eggs with spices on them. Fuck no. He liked cats. He had a cat. Why would he murder one? "Think I got it." Leaning against the bedroom wall, he stared at the tray. ”Cool.” For all he knew there was still visible dick. He waited for the water to run then went back into the bathroom to wait for Abel to finish washing his hands. ”Back to bed?” Pff no, they were going jogging. ”Yeah. You’ll be down a couple days, but I guess you don’t have to stay in bed. Did you wanna watch tv or something?” He didn’t know what usually happened in the house ‘n it didn’t matter.

Trying to be patient, he wrapped an arm around the dude and started helping him back tobed. ”Anyway, you should eat before you do anything. Food is good ‘n it’ll help you get back together soon. When I got hit by a car it was a bitch.” Yeaaah. he could relate. ”I didn’t always wanna eat. Instead I watched a lot of Youtube ‘n shit. Weird shows. Just spent the whole day on the Internet when I wasn’t sleeping.” Kinda cool in that way. No work, no school, no parents either.. Ari was pretty good to him.

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Abel Jensen
 Posted: Jan 12 2018, 12:58 AM
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Being cripple, even temporarily, was the fuckin' worst and he'd have to make sure to apologize for all the shit he gave Filly at some point. He meant it in good humor really but now that he knew what it was like to not be able to use his leg to its full potential. Shit, and at least his would heal but Colt might not be so lucky. That was pretty fucked up actually and he couldn't imagine having to struggle with a brace every fuckin' day for however damn long his friend needed it for. The thought made him frown for a moment but he couldn't let himself focus on that shit when he was going to be laid up and alone in bed the next few days.

Nope, he'd be up long enough to take a piss and that was probably it with the exception of maybe changing rooms for scenery or some shit. Whatever. At least he had Tony to keep him some kind of company for now and the dude was pretty damn cool, ya know since he was basically helping a stranger here, and the bod was just a great little visual. He probably shouldn't be oogling his 'nurse' as much as he was but, fuck, he couldn't help it! They guy was… Yeah, no, if he went down that road he knew where he'd end up. Down boy.

"Yeah. You'll be down a couple days, but I guess you don't have to stay in bed. Did you wanna watch tv or something?" 'Or something' sounded fucking great but none of his ideas for that were inside activities… except one. Fuuuuuuuuuck, the longer he was stuck inside the more pent up he was going to be and all he could do was try not to annoy the ever-loving shit out of Tony… or make too many unwanted passes. 'Too many' because he knew the longer they were together the more tempting it would be. Maybe he had a problem.

The arm Tony wrapped around him was distraction enough to pull his thoughts back to getting back to bed. At least there was food waiting for him there. Food that looked and smelled amazing. "I don't watch a whole lot of tv… fuckin' everyone looking at screens and then ya miss out on all the shit happenin'." Not to pick but it was how he felt. "What'd you'd watch? 'M pretty much down to watch whatever… just not porn or some shit, 's just a tease if I can't get any." Maybe he was pouting a little but he was active and not even just sexually but he liked to move around in general.

Finally, back to the bed, he sat on the edge and stared up at the other for a second. " You gonna chill with me?" He had a tv on the dresser and cable running to it so it wasn't like they'd have to just hang out on his bed… but he wanted company. "Could go to the… uh, game room if ya'd like that better?" All about accommodations.

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Anthony Bryant
 Posted: Jan 29 2018, 11:10 PM
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The Mime didn’t like laying in bed ‘n doing nothing. He was pretty sure part of it was because he was doing so much shit right now. It was like his whole body ‘n his brain were in this giant ass hampster wheel ‘n were running the fuck forward as fast as they could ‘n when they got off for a moment they were like ‘what the fuck?’ I’m not moving? No. No, you can’t do this fucker, get back on the wheel!

Maybe the wheel powered something like a car or a robot. That would be pretty cool.

Yeah, right.. whatever.. totally random. Maybe he needed more sleep.

Getting Abel moving again was at least more positive than realizing he was going totally type A when he was pretty sure he was a type B. Personalities were weird. "I don't watch a whole lot of tv… fuckin' everyone looking at screens and then ya miss out on all the shit happenin'." Dude! His world must have been tiny. "What'd you'd watch? 'M pretty much down to watch whatever… just not porn or some shit, 's just a tease if I can't get any." Pff. ”Your hand is magic, dude. Don’t give up on Mrs Palmer and her five sisters.” He learned that one from this dude at Stonelake. Some former military guy who wouldn’t shut up. Tony was suprised his eyes didn’t roll out of his head from getting the ‘why don’t you have a girlfriend’ and the ‘that’s gay’ lines. Fuck that shit. ”Anyway, Youtube has everything. It has news ‘n crazy shit ‘n learnings stuff. Blogs c’n be pretty fun to watch too. I’ve been watching this chick called ‘kitten lady’ and she’s amazing. Did you know shelters who are given neo natal kittens kill them at the end of the day if nobody fosters them? FUCK! I’m thinking I might foster kittens. Just.. I dunno. Still learning.” He wanted to always learn about animals. Animals were the best.

Finally getting to the bed, he was eyeing Abel’s cat warily. He knew that look. Totally innocent, but sometimes the nose goes into the air ‘n he’s sniffing. " You gonna chill with me? Could go to the… uh, game room if ya'd like that better?" Pff. The mime pulled the covers back over his.. uh.. dude he saved? What the fuck were they anyway? ”I don’t need games. Here, eat your food.” He picked up the food ‘n set it front of ‘bed dude’ gently. ”I c’n do some homework in here. Just give me a few minutes to grab my shit.” He didn’t leave yet though. Instead he stuck a pillow behind Abel’s head ‘n checked to make sure he didn’t have him slouching like an old man. ’There. Alright. Eat up. If you want more I’ll make you more.” He paused ‘n then added. ”You lift weights? Juggle?” Totally just occurred to him.

Don’t be too much of a dumbass dude.

”Uh.. “ Right, he wasn’t was nanny. Running a hand over his face he took a step back. ”What I was gonna say was that I’m here to help. I c’n get you some weights if you wanna work your upper body a little big. Light though. Also, I juggle ‘n if you don’t I c’n teach you and if you do I c’n let you borrow some of my balls. They are professional quality so they are pretty fucking nice.” JEezus, that sounded wrong. “They were my mom’s from college, but she never uses them.” Okay, still bad.

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Abel Jensen
 Posted: Jan 30 2018, 11:56 PM
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Doing nothing by choice was fine sometimes… sometimes. Those instances were few and far between in Abel's case but not entirely unheard of at least. Still, he liked getting out and doing things… fuck it, he didn't even really need to get out as long as there was something to occupy his attention that wasn't sitting stagnantly in front of a television screen but that had never really been acceptable. When he was younger he was always expected to go out and play with the other local kids and, really, the only time he got to loaf about was Sunday afternoons once the family had gotten back from church. It was what he was mostly used to and now that it had been habit for so long he didn't like the idea of being idle.

While he had mostly resigned to the fact that this was what he had to look forward to during his recovery time he still wasn't overly thrilled about it. Fuckin'… whatever. At least he wasn't permanently reduced to a couch potato, right? Hell yeah… so, what were Tony's recommendation? Anything that wasn't porn because that was a tease. Tony suggested not losing faith in Mrs. Palmer and Abel responded with making a face. Nah. Fuckin' was way better than going solo, he opened his mouth to dispute the comment but decided against it and just puffed out a breath. Moving right the fuck along because, shit, if not he was liable to say something wildly inappropriate.

Youtube was the second suggestion followed by a fun fact about the heartlessness of shelters in regard to neonatal kittens. "Seriously? That's fucked up…" He wasn't like a an animal right activist or anything but that didn't mean he didn't care… mean, how could someone just fuckin' kill kittens?! "Fostering though… that'd be cool… Just, like, playi' with kittens all day or some shit." So, prob'ly not playing all day but still, kittens were cute, right? Totally worth it, he figured. "My aunt had a foster kitten when is was… fuck, like six? I just remember she had this little bottle had she had to feed it outta that… Hell, that was forever ago." He pinched his eyes closed as Tony resituated him in the bed.

Fuck, this was weird. Not Tony.. Just being so damn helpless… mean, shit he couldn't even take himself to the bathroom for fucks sake but he was trying to stay sorta fuckin' optimistic about it and at least he had decent company. Well… if Tony didn't mind hangin' out in his room then he'd have good company… or in the game room, whichever. Tony didn't need games but said he could hang out and do homework in the bedroom, which was great, and handed Abel the tray of food with the offer of making more is he was still hungry. Maybe… he'd work on this first, there was more than likely enough there but it was cool Tony offered.

"You lift weights? Juggle?" Uhhhh…

"What I was gonna say was that I’m here to help. I c’n get you some weights if you wanna work your upper body a little bit. Light though. Also, I juggle ‘n if you don’t I c’n teach you and if you do I c’n let you borrow some of my balls. They are professional quality so they are pretty fucking nice. They were my mom’s from college, but she never uses them." Okay. He could totally fuckin' let the comment slide without being a super perv about it, right? He was twenty-five for fucks sake! He could be mature! Shit, okay… so, the giant damn grin curving his lips widely contested that but he was trying.

"Yea', I'd love to learn how to handle your balls." Sue him but he just couldn't resist such a perfect opportunity! At least it wasn't too terrible… some of the shit he said was… well, it was worse than that. He silenced any other inappropriate comments by stuffing a bit of food into his mouth.

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Seriously? Dude, he knew that smile. He didn’t even know Abel ‘n he knew that he was wearing a shit eating grin ‘cause of the word ‘balls’. Grow the fuck up. His mom’s fucking balls were amazing. they had a good weight ‘n worked super well for beginners. Tony stared at the other man, waiting for him to laugh so he could turn around and walk away. He would too. Middle finger in the air. "Yea', I'd love to learn how to handle your balls." The Mime groaned internally. ”Yeah? I’m not sure your serious so I’m not letting you near them.” If he wanted jokes from the land of dipshits he could go to work ‘n listen to the jokes at the Odyssey.

Ugh.. gawd he hated people.

”Anyway..” New subject. ”You eat. I’m gonna go get my school work ‘n shit. “ Multi tasking for the win. ”Finish your food ‘n then we’ll find something for you to do that doesn’t hurt you. “ Something that doesn’t have to do with being bad ass who can juggle ‘cause apparently SOMEBODY couldn’t handle it.

Walking out of Abel’s room, Tony glanced around for a moment to make sure he knew where he was before going to get his homework. It was just some stupid shit about the history of conservation that was followed with a multiple-guess quiz. Easy. Tony had read it about three times by now ‘cause he didn’t have a pencil ‘n he actually wanted to know what hte fuck he was talking about. He was gonna be the smart one in this class. Nobody was gonna stop him. ”Back.” The paper in his hand waved in the air as he lifted it. ”I’m just gonna sit over here ‘n look over some questions. How’s the food? Need a new drink or something?”

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Pffft, it was tough but he'd managed to get through that without laughing but it was too much to ask that he pass up a laugh and an inappropriate comment. What? He was stuck in bed and that was bad enough so he couldn't be expected to give up his smart-assed innuendos too! Fuck it, at least he felt a little better once he'd managed to get the comment out in the open, the brilliant suggestion that he'd love to handle Tony's balls… or his mom's, what-the-fuck-ever.

"Yeah? I'm not sure you're serious so I'm not letting you near them." Really? He was totally serious… about the innuendo and actually learning how to juggle but he wasn't a fucking idiot either and could kinda tell that he'd screwed that up and he'd have to backtrack once he could pull his damn thoughts outta the gutter. "Anyway." Cool, moving on… he'd fix the other shit later… pfft, or he'd try at least.

Tony said he was going to get his school shit n' they could figure out something safe for him to do after he was done eating. Alright. At least if he had food in his mouth there wouldn't be room for his foot in there too, right? Fuckin' hell he hoped so and just nodded before the guy left the room and didn't really bother to keep track of how long it took for him to come back.

"Back." He responded with a note of acknowledgment but had a chunk of food in his mouth so figured that would be good enough for the time being. Not like his… what was Tony? Kinda like his nurse at the moment but he wasn't about to call the guy that… he'd done a hell-uva lot for Abel in the past twenty-four hours so he deserved a title better than just 'nurse'… He was like… fuck, uh, something. He swallowed his bite and paused long enough to answer the questions fired at him. "Food 's great. Drink 's good too." He stabbed another fork-full of food but left it hovering over the plate as he eyed Tony.

"So… juggling, that's pretty cool is it like a family thing?" Since he said the balls were his mom's so… that wasn't a terrible question, right? "Like… my dad, he wanted all his boys to wrestle… I dunno if that's the same or not but… fuckin' whatever, you get what I mean, right?" Shit, he wasn't even sure he got what he meant. Just eat… food in mouth. There, stupid shit was less likely to come out this way.

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School was school, and he had that down alright. Taking care of people was like doing it on hardmode. Already Tony could see he was gonna run into difficulties, but he’d done this before. His buddy Luca needed help a while back too. Was he turning into one of those stupid medical drama weirdos where every week somebody new got hurt ‘n he lived with them? Could that be a thing? Did he get to have a sidekick? Maybe Teddy could be his sidekick ‘n together they tried to keep Ky from finding out. Yeah, that could make things interesting. Stupid plot, but interesting.

"So… juggling, that's pretty cool is it like a family thing?" Tony had just seated himself to work on school shit, but he wasn’t exactly there to do school shit. ”Yeah. Not the only thing though.” He looked over the first page ‘n just soaked it in. Sorta. It was more of a ‘yup these are still words’. He wasn’t concentrating. "Like… my dad, he wanted all his boys to wrestle… I dunno if that's the same or not but… fuckin' whatever, you get what I mean, right?" Pff did all parents have weird goals?””Yeah I relate.” He admitted, checking the next page for more words. ”My parents own a performance arts studio ‘n are professional mimes. They met at this place in france, The International Mime Achademy? I wanted to do more than that so I spent a shitload of my time in summer camps learning all sorts of circus shit. They didn’t let me breath fire or anything, but I did tightrope walking ‘n hung from a trapeeze. I also did some flips ‘n shit on trampolines, juggled, uh... “ What else did he do? ”Nothing with animals though. Big bummer.Turns out I’m super good at juggling, calms me down ‘n helps me concentrate. Teachers hated me in high school.” Next page? More words.

Okay whatever.

He put the paper down.

”You got your wrestling ‘n I got parents who kinda never stopped thinking that the only thing I’m good at is physical shit. I mean, I like physical shit. I started doing parkour in college and I’ve always liked just climbing ‘n being around nature. Doesn’t mean I wanna be a gym teacher or anything. Not a Mime either. “ HIs shoulders fell. ”It’s taken me alot of time to get over that my parents are people too, you know? They want what they think is best for me ‘n I want to do what I wanna do. The best way to prove that is to succeed.” He lifted the paper and waved it in the air. ”Starting with this. Eat up.” Right, where was he... Time to actually read this thing .. again.

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 Posted: Mar 5 2018, 11:46 PM
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Really he was trying not to focus on all the bits of having someone take care of him and think of it more like… pfft, there wasn't much that sounded better but he'd settle to say that Tony was more there to make sure he didn't kill himself while he adjusted to the pain pills and all that shit that came with having a cast. It just sounded less pathetic than the other shit and Abel kinda needed that little bit of clarification even if it wasn't true. Blame it on his pride, he wouldn't be able to deny it.

Whatever their odd circumstances, Abel could certainly appreciate the company and the fact that the guy had made him food but appreciation didn't mean shit if he couldn't keep his mouth in check. So, he backtracked his lewd comment about juggling and circled the conversation back to the subject in a more 'family-friendly' manner. This time his words were better received and he'd have to try and remember that ball fondling remarks were not Tony's thing. Cool.

Juggling was a family thing relatable to Abel's dad trying to get all his kids into wrestling. Family pressure was fuckin' awesome. Professional miming had caught him off guard though, like he'd rationalized somewhere in the back of his mind that it was a thing but he just hadn't actually met anyone who… did mine? …was a mime? …mimed? Regardless, the information earned a curious look from him but he didn't interrupt and listened as Tony explained all the different things he'd done, but juggling was his stress reliever. Abel had a habit of drowning his stress with the nearest bottle of booze but… that was a problem for another time.

There was more to it but the part that had stuck out the most from the other's words was this, "They want what they think is best for me ‘n I want to do what I wanna do. The best way to prove that is to succeed." It made sense and was the best way to show parents, or anyone who had doubt, that they could make their own choices. "Can't argue with success." He agreed, before taking a rather large bite of the food in front of him and chewing slowly because he was sorta trying to give Tony some quiet to work on his whatever it was that he was doing.

It didn't last more than a few minutes and he was filling the silence again. "So, you don't want to be a mime or a gym teacher, not like a really blame you though… but what are you in school for then?" He stretched a bit under the blankets but was careful not to jostle the plate in his lap. "Mean… I dunno what I even want to do, something fun but that's kinda obvious." He shrugged a bit. His current job was okay, he liked it well enough but he liked the physical stuff too and wouldn't mind a career that incorporated it a bit more.

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He didn’t need people to ‘get’ him. ‘Getting’ anyone seemed like too much fucking work ‘n if people wanted other people to know about them they’d tell them. That was what language was. Sometimes shit got lost in the translation, but usually it did okay. The problem with his parents was that they weren’t listening. Nobody did, and he was tired of it. If anything Tony wanted to succeed just to show every jerkwad that thought he could do nothing but physical shit that he could totally use his brain. "Can't argue with success." No shit. ”Yeah.” He mumbled, working on his school work with new determination.

Tony tuned out the sound of eating ‘n just concentrated. He already had most of his school work done when Abel decided to start talking again. "So, you don't want to be a mime or a gym teacher, not like a really blame you though… but what are you in school for then?" not a bad question. [i]"Mean… I dunno what I even want to do, something fun but that's kinda obvious."[i] Oh gawd, this was gonna get deep if he wasn’t careful. ”Not everybody knows. Fuck, I don’t think people who get careers are totally satisfied. At some point I think they just get them ‘cause they can. They want to work with kids so they do teaching when they coulda been a kid doctor or whatever.” The word escaped him, but it didn’t matter. ‘Kid doctor’ totally worked. ”I wanna help animals. “ He put down his paper ‘n slouched. ”Problem with that is that we gotta ask ‘what kind’ ‘n ‘what money’ ‘n it gets bigger and bigger and bigger. You just keep asking questions. So, I kinda narrowed it down to wanting to be useful to animals. I ‘d prefer domestic, but that takes money so I want to be a ranger. Like, park ranger?” Plus he might get to ride a horse. ”I could keep an eye on wild life ‘n shit. Right now I work for the parks service. Take down old trees ‘n clear out shit. Plus if people act like asshats I c’n throw them out. “ Honeslty he’d never had to do that. The hard work was all he ever saw, but he dreamed of some camper getting in his face so he could send them off on their ass.

Dreams were good.

”I want a degree then a carreer, but I gotta have experience working in the area I want ‘n then volounteer bullshit so sometimes I put in time clearing the paths around Robert Lewis’s shit. Dude makes locals shake, but whatever. If somebody tries to kill me I’ll probably run or beat the shit out of them. “ He shrugged.”By the time I graduate I’ll have everything ‘n can get into actual training. “ plus horses! HE wanted horses dammit!. Maybe a cool dog or something. They could hunt for lost people. Too bad he was too smart to think they could solve mysteries too. ”My dream as a kid was to open a ranch ‘n just take care of domestic animals. Dogs, cats.. All living out their days healthy. I could foster too. Then I realized that what I was asking for was waaay outta what I could do. No money, no start, no land.. I needed to be all realistic ‘n shit. “ Sucks, but he was going where he wanted now.

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Abel Jensen
 Posted: Apr 15 2018, 10:00 PM
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What even was success? His mom would say that it was settling down with a nice wife and giving her lots of grandbabies to spoil and dote upon. Mean... it wasn't like she didn't have enough between Maria, Josh, and now David's kids to fawn over but she wanted all of her kids to be 'successful' in that sense. Abel's idea was a bit different in that he didn't give much of a shit about getting married or having kids and, alright, maybe he would one day but that day was waaaaay too far in the future to see coming at this fuckin' point, right? Nah, his definition of the word relied heavily on bein' fuckin' happy and enjoying life. Shit, that wasn't exactly a universal definition either, right?

Whatever. Success was good but it meant something different to every damn person so... What was Tony's idea of it? Or better, what was he working towards because that would be a more inclusive answer. He'd bothered to ask and then blurted out that he had no fucking idea what he was doing or even wanted to do. "”Not everybody knows. Fuck, I don’t think people who get careers are totally satisfied. At some point I think they just get them ‘cause they can. They want to work with kids so they do teaching when they coulda been a kid doctor or whatever." God, that shit was the worst. Like, just imagine setting yourself up to do this one fucking thing for the rest of your life and then realizing after five, ten, or fifteen years that it's not even close to what you want to be doing. It was damn terrifying and added so much fuel to the proverbial fire that kept Abel so guarded against committing to anything too serious... pffffffft, it didn't even really have to be that serious but whatever.

He'd nodded at the words and shoveled another bite of food into his mouth before any words could come barreling out. Nope. Best to just let Tony keep going at this point. Tony talking was seriously better than Abel digging himself into a verbal hole so he just shut up and chewed while his caretaker explained that he wanted to be useful to animals and that was how he'd ended up working for the parks service. It wasn't exactly where he wanted to be but he didn't seem to totally fuckin' hate it an that was a start and he probably had a nice little uniform too... mmm, now there was a thought. Wait, shit, no... he had to remind himself not to dwell on the colorful little mental image that had attached to the thought and heap more food into his mouth.

"I want a degree then a career, but I gotta have experience working in the area I want ‘n then volunteer bullshit so sometimes I put in time clearing the paths around Robert Lewis’s shit. Dude makes locals shake, but whatever. If somebody tries to kill me I’ll probably run or beat the shit out of them. By the time I graduate I’ll have everything ‘n can get into actual training." "Yeeeaaaahhh... that Robert Lewis jazz... My mom tried to get us to buy into all that superstition growing up but we just couldn't wait to get invited to one of the parties... shit sucks but..." But he had no way to finish the sentence so he shrugged and glanced down at the remaining food on his plate before he was talking again. "You got a lot of experience fightin'?" Bccause he was obviously focusing on the important parts of the conversation. Fuck, mean it wasn't like he wasn't listening he was just waiting to ask much else, Tony might not have just gotten that far yet or whatever.

"My dream as a kid was to open a ranch ‘n just take care of domestic animals. Dogs, cats.. All living out their days healthy. I could foster too. Then I realized that what I was asking for was waaay outta what I could do. No money, no start, no land.. I needed to be all realistic ‘n shit." He gave a bit of a snort before any real words could be managed. "Bein' an adult is kinda a bitch like that. You've got all these fuckin' awesome ideas as a kid and grow up to figure out that space cowboy isn't even a real job... uh... not that I wanted to be a space cowboy but just the way things change is a huge bummer from when your six and everything is possible." Er... wait... no, being an adult was cool too but for considerably different reasons. "Guess that's why we get to drink the good shit..." What? No, he totally didn't have a vice. "Sounds like you got shit goin' in the right direction now though and that's more than most people can claim, yeah?" A definitive nod followed. "Mean, I was happy enough in the military but it wasn't like somethin' I had spent my whole life dreamin' of or anything and 'm done with it now anyway. 'Least ya still got somethin' in the same sort of field." ... and the park ranger thing was a nice secret fantasy too... although Tony as a cowboy was a very nice second.

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Anthony Bryant
 Posted: May 11 2018, 02:08 AM
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Kat


He had some stuff set. LIfe was gonna keep going, but if he played his cards right he could end up on top. Sure, right now he was just a lacky. Cleaning up Robert Lewis shit ‘n history crap ‘n camping ground things.. well, just part of the job. If he got attacked he’d probably run or beat the shit outta the guy. "You got a lot of experience fightin'?" Ugh. ”You could say that. Got beat on alot as a kid ‘n now I’ve worked as a bouncer on ‘n off for years. Used to like getting into fights. Now I just get mad ‘n try to be cool. Beat the shit outta someone ‘n you go to jail, you know?” Yeah no thanks.

LAst thing he wanted was to take him out of his dream or the diet coke version of it anyway.

"Bein' an adult is kinda a bitch like that. You've got all these fuckin' awesome ideas as a kid and grow up to figure out that space cowboy isn't even a real job... uh... not that I wanted to be a space cowboy but....” dude was really talking. Tony decided to put down his shit long enough to at least hear him out. Turns out he used to be in the military. Crazy. That was one thing Tony was pretty sure he could never do. 'Least ya still got somethin' in the same sort of field. Pff. ”Yeah I guess. I want something real. Fantasy isn’t good enough for me. The closer I get to what I really want the better.” He felt like he was gonna tangent so he stopped himself ‘n looked at his papers one more time.

Gawd, trying to do both things at once was NOT working. ’Uh.. so...” Shit, he’d finally hit a wall. What the fuck should he talk about now? Guy was injured ‘n he didn’t wanna move him back down stairs. ’You got a plan for anything? I mean. Dreams ‘n shit. A goal? “ He was officially lame. Just hand him his sock suspenders ‘n fucking high water pants. ’I’m pretty sure you don’t wanna watch me study for forever. Really you should sleep a shit-ton until everything is mostly healed, but I’m not your mom.” or dad.. or grandpa. or.. uh.. teacher? Principal?

Whatever.

[b]”We need to make sure you don’t lay in one position for too long though. I know from experience that that will fuck you up.”

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