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 Wake-Up Call, Tag: Reese!
Omri Kim
 Posted: Jan 20 2018, 07:10 PM
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An early morning jog was just the thing to clear the senses. Omri had no direction in particular, content to take twists and turns at random, cutting through alleys and down side-streets, simply exploring and familiarizing himself with this part of the city. Or was it re-familiarizing? He could never be sure.

Sometimes he found himself making up stories just to fill the gaps, hoping that something might jog his memory. It was a game he played with himself, more out of habit that anything else at this point. Perhaps he’d been a regular at that pizza place down on the corner? Or maybe he’d gone to that rundown elementary school as a child? Perhaps that stranger coming opposite him might suddenly recognize him, come running towards him demanding to know what had happened to him, explain how worried everyone had been and how they could take him straight home… But of course none of that ever happened. His mind remained as blank as the day he’d dragged himself out of the icy river.

He wasn’t sure what made him decide to cut through the park just then, but no sooner had he passed through the tall iron gates and rounded the bend in the path when he stumbled across the man on the bench. He slowed, lowering his headphones from his ears as he took in the sight of the bedraggled fellow curled up on the cold wood. It was the sort of thing that tugged on his heartstrings. Omri had spent his fair share of time on benches back in the beginning, and he knew first-hand just how unpleasant the experience could be--not to mention how hard it was on the back. He also knew (also from experience) that a patrol would soon be wandering through to ensure the park was cleared of riff raff before the respectable people came through--and theirs was hardly the gentlest of wake-up calls.

Sucking in a breath, he wandered over to the bench, clearing his throat experimentally. The man did not move. Unsurprising really, given that he positively reeked of alcohol. “Sir?” Still no response. Omri leaned down, placed a very tentative hand on the man’s shoulder. “Er...hello?”

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Reese Marshall
 Posted: Jan 20 2018, 08:49 PM
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The excuse that he had for this evening was one that wouldn't hold water in court. It was the kind of excuse that would have taken his daughter away from him if she had been his, and might have tugged his visitation rights as it was.

He'd gone to her recital and she'd done a great fucking job, which made him feel sick to his stomach. It dredged up all of the thoughts and feelings of why this had been the first one he'd been to in years; it reminded him how much he missed Annie and Atticus and Amelia. It was like being pulled under water being asked throughout the reception that followed who was his daughter; getting compliments about how wonderful she was and how proud he must have been.

I was a living nightmare.

So maybe after his father had taken him home to make sure he arrived safely home and made sure that everything was in order, he went back out and found the closest bar to his house (a place creatively named "Mac's") and walked in.

If Omri had asked him any of the events that had lead to him being on this bench after walking through that door, it would have come to an unexciting "Uhm" and left it at that. Instead, he was shaken awake.

He let out a groan and rubbed his eyes. "Fuck." He looked up. "Asa? What time is it?" he rolled onto his back, dropping his hand over his eyes. "Did -- Where did we go out last night?" His mind would catch up at some point, but it wasn't there yet.

He started to sit up and then thought better of it. "You've got to start cutting me off, man."

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Omri Kim
 Posted: Jan 22 2018, 06:58 PM
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A frown creased his brow as the man mumbled a name he didn’t recognize followed by some perplexing rambling. Clearly he’d been mistaken for someone else--the man’s drinking buddy maybe? “Sorry, think you've got the wrong person.” He cut in, mustering up an apologetic smile as he took a step back--both to give the man some space and, if he was being completely honest, to spare his own nose from any more of that smell that he absolutely had to.

“I’m sorry to wake you, sir...” He glanced over his shoulder, back towards the path. “But I figured you ought to know there’ll be APD coming through here, this time of morning. And they’ve got some sticks they’re generally not too shy about using, so...” He rolled his shoulder, wincing at the memory. “There’s a shelter not too far from here.” He explained, jerking his thumb in what he was fairly certain was the general direction. “Can I help you get there?”

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Reese Marshall
 Posted: Jan 25 2018, 02:29 PM
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Reese stared at the guy, and stared hard. It likely looked (and it would be fair to assume) that the man on the bench was insane -- or at least some substance that he'd poured into his body had made him so. "Uhm." he started when the guy-who-was-definitely-Asa-but-less-of-a-dickwad said that he'd gotten the wrong person. "Okay." He agreed, going along with whatever this was. "What's your name then?" He asked, not offering his in an attempt to see if the guy would slip up.

Slowly, he got to his feet. "Alright, lead the way." He was waiting for Asa to start whispering some code words or pass him a note that explained what the fuck was going on, because people didn't have the same face. This wasn't some fucking soap opera with an evil twin appearing at the eleventh hour. Asa'd gone missing, he knew that. He didn't know the details, but he knew that TU wasn't the friendliest group -- especially the subset that they both ran in. Still, the guy's favorite drink was a vodka martini, that had to mean something, right?

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Omri Kim
 Posted: Jan 28 2018, 07:28 AM
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The man stared at him so hard, the silence stretching for so long, the Omri suddenly began to feel very uncomfortable. Perhaps he’d just made a mistake? All the same, he remained reasonably certain that he could take on a half-conscious hobo, should the need arise, and so he smiled and offered out a hand to help him up.

“Omri.” He responded pleasantly, relieved that the man had accepted his proposal. “It’s not far. They’re pretty decent people. Won’t let you stay too long, but you can get a shower and a decent meal out of it.” He cut himself off abruptly, belatedly realizing the potential rudeness of that statement. “Er. Not that I’m saying you need a shower.” He did, but Omri hadn’t said it. “What’s your name?” He asked, attempting to change the subject.

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Reese Marshall
 Posted: Jan 28 2018, 01:38 PM
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Reese's expectations that he would drop some bad-ass series of code words to explain what the hell was going on fell entirely short. Instead, Omri started to legitimately lead him towards a homeless shelter that he knew was nearby. That was not what he had been expecting in the least.

Maybe it would all become clear soon. He nodded as Asa, who had just said he went by 'Omri' now, explained that he could take a shower there and unceremoniously, he turned his head towards his armpit to check if he needed one, even as Omri awkwardly said that he hadn't meant to imply that he did. "My name?" he repeated as if the question threw him. He raised a brow and answered, "Asa." Then spun his finger around. "I haven't seen you slumming around here before." The phrasing might have sounded harsh, but he couldn't imagine Asa Park coming to Jacks of his own accord.

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Omri Kim
 Posted: Jan 28 2018, 02:56 PM
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Omri blinked, momentarily puzzled. His name was Asa? But hadn’t he just…? Well. The man had clearly got turned around at some point during the course of what had likely been a highly adventurous evening. Made sense that he’d be a bit mixed up.

Slumming? He’d never really thought of it that way. He knew of course that Jacks was generally considered a bit dumpy by the larger population...but then, given that his last known address had been a storage cage somewhere in the Warren, the rundown district was practically paradise by comparison. Still, to hear that particular turn of phrase from a man who’d just been sleeping on a park bench was a bit...disconcerting?

“I actually live quite nearby.” He offered, all good-natured patience. “Not the high life I suppose...” At least not by someone’s frankly surprising standards. “But you must admit the place has character.”
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Reese Marshall
 Posted: Jan 30 2018, 03:21 PM
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Reese rubbed his face as the other man continued to make something near no sense at all. Asa's home in Haven wasn't right around the corner, and he literally couldn't imagine him really deciding to move to Jacks (the home of Evesdown and epicenter of scum in the city).

He took a shot in the dark. "How close? Could we go there instead of the shelter?" he asked. He really didn't want to spend his morning in a communal shower with actual bums, whether he looked like one or not.

He caught himself almost immediately. "Sorry. That's probably--" he cleared his throat. "Sorry." he repeated again, tugging himself back. If this guy wasn't Asa Park, then they weren't friends. Why the hell would he let him into his house -- If Reese was honest with himself, even if he was Asa, he wouldn't have let him grab a few tylenol and a shower. (He didn't remember Asa having a particularly big appetite for charity.)

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Omri Kim
 Posted: Feb 7 2018, 08:27 PM
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He actually stopped in his tracks, blinking in astonishment at the request. “Well…”

His first instinct--drawn from the part of himself that was generally responsible for keeping him alive--was telling him to get out of this situation while the getting was good. You didn’t just invite random homeless men back to your apartment. That was a surefire way to get yourself robbed--or murdered.
But then, hadn’t Vels done exactly that when he’d saved him from Hell’s Dance?

...Granted, Vels could’ve incapacitated him with a single syllable, but that was really neither here nor there. The point was that he’d once been in a similar state, and he’d been given a chance. What sort of person would he be if he denied that kindness to someone else? Not that sort he wanted to be, he knew that much.

Besides, he was reasonably sure he could take a hung-over homeless guy in a fight.

“I suppose that’d be alright. Though I should warn you--the place is a complete mess.” He offered up a smile, then jerked his head off in the direction of his complex. ”C’mon. It’s not far. D'you like pancakes?”
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Reese Marshall
 Posted: Feb 13 2018, 02:03 PM
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As "Asa" invited himself to Omri's house, he expected it to blow up in his face. He expected a scoff or he expected the guy to explain that his roommate didn't allow visitors or a hundred excuses that you gave when some random (supposedly homeless) person asked to come to your house for breakfast.

And like this entire event, the assumption blew up in his face. He was apparently going to go to Omri's home, which wasn't ready for company because he hadn't been expecting any, for breakfast and they were going to have pancakes, which he really wished he could document for posterity (because he literally couldn't imagine Asa Park making pancakes for anyone.) He comforted himself by assuming that they would arrive to find a manservant.

"Only if they're buttermilk." Reese answered as he followed the man who had once been someone he considered a close friend. (God only knew if the feeling of friendship had been mutual so much as convenient.) "I'm not a buckwheat or blueberry kind of man." The joke was delivered with such a flat voice that it was impossible to tell if he was being facetious or serious.

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Omri Kim
 Posted: Mar 3 2018, 08:32 AM
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Omri was well aware that his building wasn’t exactly classiest establishment. It was definitely old-world, all beat-up brick with the occasional boarded window, crumbling plaster, and splotches of hastily applied paint that never quite matched the color of the wall. Still, it had a certain character, a sense of history to it, that he found himself drawn to, and he was really rather fond of it.

One rickety elevator ride and some key-fumbling later, he was opening the door to the sparse brick box he called home. The apartment could only be called a “one-bedroom” in that a rickety staircase (and a slightly more reliable-looking ladder) lead up to a lofted section above. The walls were exposed brick, the floors ancient looking hardwood with countless scratches from countless prior tenants.

There were a few homey touches--plants at every window, a sturdy and well-worn punching bag hanging from the ceiling, little pieces of artwork he’d collected from here and there. Contrary to his previous statement, the place didn’t seem particularly disastrous. A couple of plates left in the sink and books scattered across every available surface, and a stray blanket left on the couch, were the only things contributing to even a sense of disorganization.

“Just a sec, Asa.” He closed the door behind them before bolting up the ladder with practiced ease, two rungs at a time, before disappearing onto the landing above. He dropped back down a few moments later with a towel and a fresh set of clothing in hand. Nothing fancy, just jeans and a plain blue t-shirt. “I don’t know how well these will fit.” He offered with an apologetic smile. “I’m kind of a giraffe, if you hadn’t noticed. But the shower’s just there.” He nodded towards the adjoining bathroom. “I can get some breakfast going if you wanna get cleaned up? Buttermilk only. Promise.”

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Reese Marshall
 Posted: Mar 5 2018, 08:46 PM
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Reese was starting to wonder if this was a ruse. He knew that Asa had been a damn good actor. Hell, he'd walked the streets of Ark City without every pyro lighting him on fire or every mental manipulator tweaking him out of radical genophobia. But he wasn't live in a loft off of scraps good.

So he watched him scale the ladder and return to hand him something to wear. And then he made a joke again. Slowly, he nodded, which probably made him seem strung out, but it was more along the lines of how much he was trying to understand what was going on.

Reese disappeared to the bathroom to shower and returned in oversized clothing that were, indeed, fit for a giraffe (or his friend Asa who now went by Omri and seemed to have fallen a good few social classes and gained about three hundred percent more charm).

Slowly, Reese ventured: "This is a nice place." As he sat down at the table, entitled by upbringing and untrained in the art of offering help left and right to people doing errands and chores. How could he phrase this to ask if Asa wanted an out; wanted him to grab him by the ear and tug him back into reality. "You like it here?"

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Omri Kim
 Posted: Mar 10 2018, 05:51 AM
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There was coffee going by the time Reese returned, along with the smell fresh, warm pancakes and, as a bonus, a nice side of bacon. It was a simple meal, one that took no particular artistry or precious time to create, but it remained one of his favorites. He did, after all, have a very fond memory associated with it.

He glanced up as Reese came back into the room and sat down, noting with a faint smile that he did indeed look like a kid trying on a grownup’s clothes. Even so, he looked a damn sight better than the man he’d found passed out on that bench. Plus, his smell had improved significantly--mostly by not being there anymore.

”Nothing fancy, I know.” He replied with a wave of his hand. “But it’s home.”

A few moments later he was wandering over to the table, passing a plate of warm food to his unexpected guest before sitting down with his own. Well. Now what? He had to admit, he wasn’t versed on the etiquette for this particular situation. What polite conversation did one strike up with a vagrant found on a bench who had subsequently invited himself to one’s home? He passed the awkward moment by digging into his own breakfast, nibbling on a bit of bacon.

“Hope the food’s alright. I learned this one from my boss, and his cooking tends to be…” Omri’s head seesawed back and forth as he hunted for the correct word. “Let's say unique.”

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Reese Marshall
 Posted: Mar 25 2018, 08:38 AM
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To a stranger perhaps, this entire event involved little unpacking. A friendly man had found in his heart the kindness to take a poor man to his home, cook his breakfast. Omri had an apartment that wasn't big, but also wasn't suffocating. He lived the normal life of a middle- or lower-middle class man making ends meet, who had a soft heart.

Except that Reese wasn't a stranger and this guy Omri was Asa Park who had an empty mansion up town that was flopping back and forth in negotiations.

So the plate remained relatively untouched as he stared at Omri, trying to decide what he should do. To his mind, the option that perhaps would have been the only one in most people's was fading more and more into the background. Asa had never been a happy man. From the moment that he had spoken to him at the first TU meeting after his sister had died and he'd been recruited, there was a darkness in Asa--pain and suffering funneled into a tunnel vision of hatred that consumed his waking moments. He had never seen Asa content or happy; he had never seen him cook breakfast or nibble on bacon.

He would not steal someone else's sunshine and bury it beside his own. He remembered what it was like to feel joy, and he couldn't fault Asa for seeking it.

So the question was -- should he continued to pretend to be some homeless slob, or come clean that he'd been being an asshole this whole time and had lied about basically everything that had come out of his mouth. One would be easier now and the other would certainly bite him in the ass.

"It's good." Reese offered back. He had picked up his fork and was carefully pulling apart the pancakes and stuffing them piece by piece into his mouth. "You've got a job?" he repeated around, half a slice of bacon as if he couldn't comprehend it. "Who's your boss? Would I know him?" he asked -- forgetting that he was some street urchin instead of the son of Julian Marshall.

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Omri Kim
 Posted: Apr 29 2018, 04:25 PM
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Omri blinked, then offered a bemused smile, wondering at the man’s surprise. After all, it was hardly the most significant of revelations. Of course he had a job. “Yes?” He replied, unable to keep his own amusement from his voice. He might have made some comment about how he needed to eat and pay bills--however it occurred to him that such humor might be in poor taste--a man who slept on a park bench probably didn’t have all that many prospects. Oh. Right. Perhaps that was why he was asking?

That said, he wasn’t about to go giving away his actual line of work, and throwing around Vels’ name was the social equivalent of playing russian roulette--at the end of the day it really was better not to take chances. Especially not on a random stranger he’d pulled from the park. So Omri shrugged at the question as though it were of no moment, taking the opportunity to dig back into his food. “Wouldn’t think so. I’m just a driver. I do know a few other people who might be able to offer something, if you’re looking for work?” He guessed, tilting his head towards one side curiously.


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