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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2017 7:08 pm
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This was not his brightest moment, nor his shining moment, nor any moment that he really wanted to etch down and pass to the next generation or any such thing. No; this might be something worth of a twitter tweet or a tumblr shitpost, but Oliver wasn't really ready to subject himself to that sort of humiliation. Maybe later—far later—when he could look back on this, have a good laugh, not want to smack himself upside the head.
He supposed everyone had a guilty pleasure. For some people that was a scandalous one, for others it was surprisingly mundane and involved copious amounts of sweets or something. For Oliver Beaumont, it was apparently rifling through McDonald's trash cans at some stupid hour in the middle of the night.
This needed to stop.
But god damn it just smelled so good in here. There was this numbing sensation in the back of his head that was telling him to press on—do the forage thing—and he couldn't stop.
The garbage crate was large and his feet were kicking wildly off of the side as he finally found his prize. Ripping open one of the hastily tied bags he retrieved the holy grail. It must had been a messed up order, or something someone hadn't claimed, but it didn't matter. He popped open the cardboard box to reveal an untouched set of luke-warm chicken nuggets.
Something in the back of his head told him to stop, that was garbage, you'll get parasites, but it was hard to focus on when he was busy scarfing them down like an absolutely deranged animal.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2017 7:25 pm
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Sometimes you needed shitty fast food fries. It was a known fact. It was also something that Jeremiah had done on his way home earlier because he had been texted by Algie and there, after the long day they both had, was a need.
Jeremiah would blame the fries (should have gone to Burger King) for the fact that somehow he was the only one that could go check the local McDonald's for what might have been some kind of vagrant. It was late at night, the place only recently closed, and he was rubbing a hand across his face as he walked around the building towards the dumpster.
Dealing with the manager had not been pleasant. Oh, they sent down the Chief of Police? Are you that short on men? No, he had wanted to sneer, but there is a particularly virulent cold bug going around right now. Then cough a couple of times. Except he did not but he had wanted to.
At least he was able to see in the dark clearly, his eyes taking in light and reflecting it back, and moving quietly towards the dumpster. It was not like he was worried but he did hear the sound of rummaging and as he stepped into the closed off area he blinked his eyes rapidly at what he saw.
"Shiloh?" What the bloody hell was going on?
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2017 11:16 am
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My god it was the best thing he'd ever eaten and he had no idea why. He realized what he was doing was absolutely disgusting, but it just... wasn't registering right. Nugget after nugget of soul sucking goodness was crammed into his stomach. It wasn't until an unfamiliar voice called out to him that he realized he was still halfway in the trashcan, legs spilled off the edge.
He flailed a few times, feet kicking for momentum until he tumbled out backwards, eyes absolutely massive. Unfortunately the nuggets clattered out of his hands and onto the floor, and although the trashcan seemed like a suitable place to eat from, the floor apparently was not.
"M-My nuggets." His hands wavered over the casualties on the floor. After a moment he decided it didn't matter and he picked one up anyway, but he remembered Jeremiah mid bite, mouth gaped open, nose twitching.
Without thinking, he scooped up as many nuggets as he took and took off down the alley. Unfortunately, Oliver was not very athletic.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2017 6:28 pm
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Hearing his name should have made him stop, but he didn't. Consequently he ended up stopping anyway, because the man who had caught him grabbed his jacket. Unfortunately it was zipped up, or else he would have slipped out of it to keep going (maybe try and throw it back in his face, Oliver was just as much of a hooligan as Shiloh had been after all).
Instead he was yanked with a soft woosh. The nuggets that weren't completely smashed by the vicegrip of his hand went tumbling to the floor again, and he wheeled on Jeremiah with a startled look in his eyes. Like a cornered animal, one might say.
"H-How do you know me?" He asked, voice obviously breathless from the sprint and the anxiety and the adrenaline. "I-I wasn't stealing! Or ******** anything up! I-I'll bite you." He squirmed in an effort to get away again, not realizing he was effectively threatening the chief of ******** police, also not realizing that saying you'd bite someone was sort of a very strange, if not piss poor threat.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2017 8:51 pm
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His hands were, in fact, completely smeared with nugget guts. He suddenly thought better to pick up the forlorn one on the floor, and then wiped his nasty a** hands on the front of his pants. "You shouldn't be makin' assumptions like that, officer." He puffed his cheeks out, even though he was totally correct.
Besides, he had heard of this man through Shiloh.
"I ain't hurtin' nothing. Look okay, I'm losing my mind, it's not like I want to eat trash." God, his hands still smelled like heaven though.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2017 9:57 pm
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"Right, yeah..." He huffed, but at least he was being agreeable, if not slightly irritable. "Moonwalker." He looked up at the sky and the ever-growing moon.
"It's gonna happen on the 10th." He said slowly, and then he sighed, hugging himself. "I dunno if I'm ready for it. I just sort've let myself stop thinking." He clenched his toes up in his shoe, relaxed them, felt them pop, "Not tryin' to cause trouble..." he was repeating himself. "I'll stop, though. Sorry Sir."
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