Post by The Crimson Ghost! on Sept 2, 2009 16:15:36 GMT -5
(It is a hot Texas night, and the shitty, third-rate apartment is meant for a college grad or someone unaccustomed to life, NOT for it's current inhabitants. There sitting on a chair, looking at a calulator and presumably crunching numbers, is a former GiW competitor, his beady aryan eyes magnified by the librarian's glasses he now wore, faint hints of his muscular, perfect tanned body visible under his bathrobe. He is muttering to himself, fractions, dates and restaurants eaten in, figuring out how to cheat the system, all to no avail. A figure approaches him, from this angle garbed only in tight, hip-hugging boxers, dark blue in color, and the figure at the table realizes and smiles before it actually happens; the partially nude standing figure embraces him and kisses behind the ear, even as they each wrap their arms around each other, the figure at the table with his back against the standing figure, two male bodies, perfect in form and sculpture, and after a moment, the figure at the table speaks.)
??: Mein 'reizend' Jack, rent is due tomorrow. I'm worried.
(The standing figure gives a little smile, a glimmer of hope and kindness, and whispering in the other man's ear.)
Jack: Don't be, Savage. We'll survive. We always do.
(Jack pulls Savage standing, and the two look each other in the eyes, Savage's furious darker blues melting at the sight of Jack's icy, brighter blues. They hug, with Savage's head on the taller Jack's chest, and Jack whispers in the worried Aryan's ear.)
Jack: We'll make due, Mein geliebtes, come on, go back to sleep.
(Savage nods, and the scene ends, as it should, with optimism.)
??: Mein 'reizend' Jack, rent is due tomorrow. I'm worried.
(The standing figure gives a little smile, a glimmer of hope and kindness, and whispering in the other man's ear.)
Jack: Don't be, Savage. We'll survive. We always do.
(Jack pulls Savage standing, and the two look each other in the eyes, Savage's furious darker blues melting at the sight of Jack's icy, brighter blues. They hug, with Savage's head on the taller Jack's chest, and Jack whispers in the worried Aryan's ear.)
Jack: We'll make due, Mein geliebtes, come on, go back to sleep.
(Savage nods, and the scene ends, as it should, with optimism.)
