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[AGM] Wedding Crashers quote
Jun. 17th, 2009 01:00 am[Serena = ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ineverhit_you and is used with permission.]
“We have no idea what the future holds, all we can do is make decisions with the information at hand.”
For the record, he would like it stated that he wasn’t rooting through the trash. Rooting through the trash would be what someone who was spying, or trying to surreptitiously find out more about his girlfriend. And that wasn’t Andy. Andy wasn’t a snooper. In fact, Andy was all for taking things slow. He liked mystery. He liked intrigue.
He liked telling himself that so that he felt like less of a douche when rooting through Serena’s trash.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, or anything like that. It was that she wouldn’t talk to him. He talked to her, sure. She probably knew his entire family history at this point, and then some, and he barely knew anything about her. And while that didn’t matter for most of the women he dated, because he barely saw her for a week, this was Serena. They’d been going out for months now and he felt like he barely knew her. That—just wouldn’t do. If there was one thing that was could be said about all Rhodes children, it was that they were nosy. Marion’s journalistic instinct didn’t just appear out of thin air.
At the moment, though, he was done doing said rooting, and was now focusing on the invitation in his hand. It was a wedding invitation for one. Weddings were generally happy things that got stuck up on the bulletin board, on display for all to see, rather than—tossed in the trash. In fact, he was sure that it going in the trash meant that she wasn’t going, and that—wasn’t a good sign.
“What’re you doing?”
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ineverhit_you and is used with permission.]“We have no idea what the future holds, all we can do is make decisions with the information at hand.”
For the record, he would like it stated that he wasn’t rooting through the trash. Rooting through the trash would be what someone who was spying, or trying to surreptitiously find out more about his girlfriend. And that wasn’t Andy. Andy wasn’t a snooper. In fact, Andy was all for taking things slow. He liked mystery. He liked intrigue.
He liked telling himself that so that he felt like less of a douche when rooting through Serena’s trash.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, or anything like that. It was that she wouldn’t talk to him. He talked to her, sure. She probably knew his entire family history at this point, and then some, and he barely knew anything about her. And while that didn’t matter for most of the women he dated, because he barely saw her for a week, this was Serena. They’d been going out for months now and he felt like he barely knew her. That—just wouldn’t do. If there was one thing that was could be said about all Rhodes children, it was that they were nosy. Marion’s journalistic instinct didn’t just appear out of thin air.
At the moment, though, he was done doing said rooting, and was now focusing on the invitation in his hand. It was a wedding invitation for one. Weddings were generally happy things that got stuck up on the bulletin board, on display for all to see, rather than—tossed in the trash. In fact, he was sure that it going in the trash meant that she wasn’t going, and that—wasn’t a good sign.
“What’re you doing?”
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[MM] Come say that to my face.
Mar. 28th, 2009 02:42 pm[Becca = waterdoesntwork. Everyone else is an NPC.]
“Gotta new boss.”
Andy looked up at his coworker as he settled into the seat Ryan had just vacated, slightly confused. He hadn’t heard about a change in management, and with the ears that he had around this place at this point, you would have thought he would have. Not that security got many changes in management, but he had a feeling from the way Ryan was acting, it wouldn’t end well for him.
“Seriously?”
“Yup. And you should see the getaway sticks on this one, dude. She is a high quality piece of ass.”
“And you wonder why you’re not getting laid.” Andy shook his head at his friend for a moment, before crossing his arms in front of his chest. “She got a name?”
“If she does, I didn’t get it,” Ryan replied, before smirking slightly. “She wears these shirts that only button up so far, so that when she beds over all you can see is—”
“So as far as you’re concerned, her name is ‘Boobs’,” Andy said with a hint of a smirk, and Ryan just started to grin at him, before he turned at the sound of hells clicking against the floor of the room.
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waterdoesntwork. Everyone else is an NPC.]“Gotta new boss.”
Andy looked up at his coworker as he settled into the seat Ryan had just vacated, slightly confused. He hadn’t heard about a change in management, and with the ears that he had around this place at this point, you would have thought he would have. Not that security got many changes in management, but he had a feeling from the way Ryan was acting, it wouldn’t end well for him.
“Seriously?”
“Yup. And you should see the getaway sticks on this one, dude. She is a high quality piece of ass.”
“And you wonder why you’re not getting laid.” Andy shook his head at his friend for a moment, before crossing his arms in front of his chest. “She got a name?”
“If she does, I didn’t get it,” Ryan replied, before smirking slightly. “She wears these shirts that only button up so far, so that when she beds over all you can see is—”
“So as far as you’re concerned, her name is ‘Boobs’,” Andy said with a hint of a smirk, and Ryan just started to grin at him, before he turned at the sound of hells clicking against the floor of the room.
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I think the entire Rhodes family is in agreement on this one: cavemen. And I don’t care what my girlfriend says. A caveman could take an astronaut any day of the week. Why?
Because without them, the rest of the human race wouldn’t exist. We evolved from them. They grew up in a society with mammoths, sabertooth tigers, etc., and they survived. In fact, not only did they survive—they turned into us, and they did it without guns, gadgets and special training. It was all instinct. They adapted and learned, and yeah, maybe they didn’t live as long, but if it was coming down to a fight, I’d want the caveman on my side to wail on the guy as oppose to the astronaut who wouldn’t wail nearly as effectively.
So what if we have a more highly evolved brain? You know what, on some level, that could be a disadvantage. There’s more going on up there, so they’ll think too much, and the caveman will just go apeshit on his ass, and that would be it. Done. Over.
That’s really all there is to it.
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Because without them, the rest of the human race wouldn’t exist. We evolved from them. They grew up in a society with mammoths, sabertooth tigers, etc., and they survived. In fact, not only did they survive—they turned into us, and they did it without guns, gadgets and special training. It was all instinct. They adapted and learned, and yeah, maybe they didn’t live as long, but if it was coming down to a fight, I’d want the caveman on my side to wail on the guy as oppose to the astronaut who wouldn’t wail nearly as effectively.
So what if we have a more highly evolved brain? You know what, on some level, that could be a disadvantage. There’s more going on up there, so they’ll think too much, and the caveman will just go apeshit on his ass, and that would be it. Done. Over.
That’s really all there is to it.
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[AGM] Baz Luhrmann lyrics
Feb. 5th, 2009 01:13 pm[Marion = talks_for_ten. Jimmy’s an NPC.]
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your
Life…the most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they
Wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
Olds I know still don't.
“When’re you comin’ home?”
Andy frowned slightly at his brother’s question, before tilting his head towards the cell phone on speaker that was sitting on the counter next to him as he fixed himself a sandwich. He accompanied that with a longer pause, taking a bite of the sandwich, chewing and swallowing before responding.
“—I wasn’t aware that I was?”
There was a snort from his brother on the other end of the phone. “I’m just anticipatin’ the pattern. You go out somewhere, you live off whatever you can for a while, and then when things fuck up you come runnin’ home to Mom and Dad and mooch off them for a while.”
“I don’t mooch,” Andy said with a slight growl. “I always pull my weight wherever I stay, I get a job, I contribute to the rent. I buy groceries. When I was staying with Mom and Dad that time, I paid whatever bills they wanted me to pay. It’s not like I’m living on fucking welfare.”
“I’m just saying, Andy, you’re still wanderin’ around like you’re some lost little kid. Sure, you’ve got a pretty sweet set-up with Marion now, you’ve got a job, you’ve got your women—”
“I’ve got a girlfriend, actually.”
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talks_for_ten. Jimmy’s an NPC.]Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your
Life…the most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they
Wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
Olds I know still don't.
“When’re you comin’ home?”
Andy frowned slightly at his brother’s question, before tilting his head towards the cell phone on speaker that was sitting on the counter next to him as he fixed himself a sandwich. He accompanied that with a longer pause, taking a bite of the sandwich, chewing and swallowing before responding.
“—I wasn’t aware that I was?”
There was a snort from his brother on the other end of the phone. “I’m just anticipatin’ the pattern. You go out somewhere, you live off whatever you can for a while, and then when things fuck up you come runnin’ home to Mom and Dad and mooch off them for a while.”
“I don’t mooch,” Andy said with a slight growl. “I always pull my weight wherever I stay, I get a job, I contribute to the rent. I buy groceries. When I was staying with Mom and Dad that time, I paid whatever bills they wanted me to pay. It’s not like I’m living on fucking welfare.”
“I’m just saying, Andy, you’re still wanderin’ around like you’re some lost little kid. Sure, you’ve got a pretty sweet set-up with Marion now, you’ve got a job, you’ve got your women—”
“I’ve got a girlfriend, actually.”
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[JP] Hot 'n' Cold lyrics
Feb. 4th, 2009 12:02 pm[Marion = talks_for_ten, Serena = ineverhit_you and is referenced with permission. Follows THIS.]
“So are you game for San Diego on Saturday?”
Andy had been sitting on the couch watching TV aimlessly. To be honest, he was mostly just hitting the channel up button and wasting electricity because his mind was elsewhere. His mind kept replaying—whatever it was that had happened between him and Serena. He didn’t want to say it was a fight, because usually in a fight he would be yelling, but this didn’t have as much yelling on his part, just a lot of confusion, and now with the message she’d left on his voicemail—he still didn’t know what had happened. He didn’t know what he did, which was really the scariest part of the whole mess because he usually knew what he did when it came to situations like this. It was usually staring him right in the face. He looked up at his sister with a frown before nodding.
“Sure. I’m always game for free food.”
“Good,” Marion nodded, leaning in the doorway of the living room. “Knowing the General, Devon and Sam are going to need all the support they can get.”
“Right,” Andy sighed, his mind shifting and changing topics, putting the Serena situation aside for a minute. “Am I going to come out of this wanting to punch someone—or actually punching someone?”
Marion paused for a moment before frowning. “I hope not.”
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talks_for_ten, Serena = ineverhit_you and is referenced with permission. Follows THIS.]“So are you game for San Diego on Saturday?”
Andy had been sitting on the couch watching TV aimlessly. To be honest, he was mostly just hitting the channel up button and wasting electricity because his mind was elsewhere. His mind kept replaying—whatever it was that had happened between him and Serena. He didn’t want to say it was a fight, because usually in a fight he would be yelling, but this didn’t have as much yelling on his part, just a lot of confusion, and now with the message she’d left on his voicemail—he still didn’t know what had happened. He didn’t know what he did, which was really the scariest part of the whole mess because he usually knew what he did when it came to situations like this. It was usually staring him right in the face. He looked up at his sister with a frown before nodding.
“Sure. I’m always game for free food.”
“Good,” Marion nodded, leaning in the doorway of the living room. “Knowing the General, Devon and Sam are going to need all the support they can get.”
“Right,” Andy sighed, his mind shifting and changing topics, putting the Serena situation aside for a minute. “Am I going to come out of this wanting to punch someone—or actually punching someone?”
Marion paused for a moment before frowning. “I hope not.”
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[JP] Billy Joel quote
Jan. 25th, 2009 03:50 pm[Marion = talks_for_ten, Alex = itsmy_sandbox. Set after THIS.]
“It's okay if you mess up. You should give yourself a break.”
When Andy came home from working the night shift, he had expected to find his sister sitting cross-legged on the couch, in her pajamas, with a huge bowl of cereal in her lap, watching TV. That was the usual Sunday morning routine, and while Andy had seen several variants on that routine, he hadn’t see this one.
Marion was still in the clothes she wore to the bar the night before, make-up smeared on her face, but she seemed to have missed the couch she was aiming for and landed on top of—a rather tall individual Andy didn’t recognize. Marion was resting on the man’s chest, and the man had an arm draped around his sister’s waist. Now, they both looked mighty comfortable, and Andy was glad that they still had all their clothes on because frankly, that was a side of his sister he never wanted to see—ever—but the man’s hand was starting to slip a little to close to the areas of his sister’s anatomy that people just weren’t supposed to touch, and that had to stop. Like, now.
“So.” He said loudly, his hand pushing the door behind him closed with a loud SLAM!, and he watched, smirking slightly as the two people on the floor jumped awake, wincing from the loud noises that weren’t exactly agreeing with their hangovers. He started to make his way closer, sliding his hands into the pockets of his uniform. “Did everybody have a good evening?”
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talks_for_ten, Alex = itsmy_sandbox. Set after THIS.]“It's okay if you mess up. You should give yourself a break.”
When Andy came home from working the night shift, he had expected to find his sister sitting cross-legged on the couch, in her pajamas, with a huge bowl of cereal in her lap, watching TV. That was the usual Sunday morning routine, and while Andy had seen several variants on that routine, he hadn’t see this one.
Marion was still in the clothes she wore to the bar the night before, make-up smeared on her face, but she seemed to have missed the couch she was aiming for and landed on top of—a rather tall individual Andy didn’t recognize. Marion was resting on the man’s chest, and the man had an arm draped around his sister’s waist. Now, they both looked mighty comfortable, and Andy was glad that they still had all their clothes on because frankly, that was a side of his sister he never wanted to see—ever—but the man’s hand was starting to slip a little to close to the areas of his sister’s anatomy that people just weren’t supposed to touch, and that had to stop. Like, now.
“So.” He said loudly, his hand pushing the door behind him closed with a loud SLAM!, and he watched, smirking slightly as the two people on the floor jumped awake, wincing from the loud noises that weren’t exactly agreeing with their hangovers. He started to make his way closer, sliding his hands into the pockets of his uniform. “Did everybody have a good evening?”
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[JP] Shock
Jan. 18th, 2009 07:33 pm[Marion = talks_for_ten, Riley and Jenna are NPCs.]
“I think I might cry.”
Riley glanced over at his brother for a moment before rolling his eyes slightly and reaching for the remote. “I’m gonna turn on the Ravens game.”
“I’m serious. I might cry. Tears may be streaming down my face.” Andy glanced back and forth between his brother and his sister before reaching for the pizza box, almost in instinct. “It’s the Cardinals, man. The Cardinals.”
Jenna—or was it Gemma?—was looking back at him with a confused frown. The girl was hot, which was half the reason why she was sitting next to him on the couch in his sister’s apartment. The other half was that there was this thing that she did with her finger—well, Andy wasn’t the kind of guy to kiss and tell, but he could certainly handle having her stick around for a little while. Despite her lack of appreciation for the fact that his football team, his team, because he was probably the only one in his family who loved the Eagles just that much more than the Giants, had just gotten their asses handed to them by the Arizona Cardinals. Oh, Eagles. You’ve broken the poor boy’s heart.
“I don’t get it. It’s just a game, right?”
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talks_for_ten, Riley and Jenna are NPCs.]“I think I might cry.”
Riley glanced over at his brother for a moment before rolling his eyes slightly and reaching for the remote. “I’m gonna turn on the Ravens game.”
“I’m serious. I might cry. Tears may be streaming down my face.” Andy glanced back and forth between his brother and his sister before reaching for the pizza box, almost in instinct. “It’s the Cardinals, man. The Cardinals.”
Jenna—or was it Gemma?—was looking back at him with a confused frown. The girl was hot, which was half the reason why she was sitting next to him on the couch in his sister’s apartment. The other half was that there was this thing that she did with her finger—well, Andy wasn’t the kind of guy to kiss and tell, but he could certainly handle having her stick around for a little while. Despite her lack of appreciation for the fact that his football team, his team, because he was probably the only one in his family who loved the Eagles just that much more than the Giants, had just gotten their asses handed to them by the Arizona Cardinals. Oh, Eagles. You’ve broken the poor boy’s heart.
“I don’t get it. It’s just a game, right?”
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