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Tobias Beecher [Oz] (otherofoz) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-02-22 16:40:00

Entry tags:

chris keller, tobias beecher

Who: Beecher and Keller
What: Covering an old scar, literally and metaphorically
When: Today
Warnings: Talk of Nazis, branding, and prison rape, inevitably. Then probably violence, and/or sex. Let's just go with 'high', and work from there.

Toby finally grew the balls the next morning, to get into the shower. Even though, logically, he knew there was no one to threaten him, he hadn't gotten up the nerve to be that exposed, alone, since he fell from the sky in the park.

The experience was decidedly short, definately not how he imagined his first shower out of Oz, but it was enough to get him clean. In the process of getting dry, he ran a hand over the scar on his ass; the brand Schillinger had given him, his first week in Oz. He thought he'd long ago settled with the mark, and the memories that accompany it. But ever since Schillinger had died, he found himself sickened every time he saw or felt the scarred skin, flashes of the long months as the man's 'prag' clouding his thoughts.

He wasn't here. He was dead, and gone, and it was time for Tobias to move on, and banish the man from his life once and for all. That was what prompted him asking Keller to go with him, today, to cover the mark. To hopefully give Keller domain over the parts of him Schillinger had been haunting. It wasn't exactly romantic, but it was what he had to offer; Chris wanted another chance, and the only way Toby would be ready for that, would be to try and put Oz, and all its bullshit, behind him.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, he wandered out into Chris' room, raiding his closet in search of something for him to wear.

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willkillfortoby
2008-02-22 10:36 pm UTC (link)

Chris was sitting on his bed, a couple pieces of paper crumpled up beside him as he tried to figure out what to do with the mark. He wanted something to sort of mark his own place, since Toby seemed okay with that idea, and he also wanted something that didn't look like shit. It was hard working with a swastika, surprisingly.

On his lap at that moment was a simple little design, nothing that impressive, and he was scowling over it. When he saw the man come in, he took the obvious moment to check him out before clearing his throat. "Hey, how about this?" He held it up, pointing at it, "See, there's a 'B' and a 'T', Tobias Beecher, obviously, and a 'C' and a 'K'. You know," He gestured at himself, "Or, I mean, there's other things, of course, I mean, whatever."

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otherofoz
2008-02-22 10:42 pm UTC (link)

Toby was busy working on finding clothes, trying to ignore the way Chris was looking at him (he needed to stay clean, after all). He turned at the question, though, looking over the design. Stepping over to take the sheet of paper from Chris, he looked it over, smiling slightly.

"It works." He looked at it a little longer, before nodding. "I like it. We'll get the guy to work with it." Passing the paper back to Chris, he ran a hand through the man's hair affectionately as he made his way back to the closet, pulling out some clothes.

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willkillfortoby
2008-02-22 10:47 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah? I thought so, yeah," He nodded as he looked at the paper when Toby passed it back, grinning a bit. Hell yeah, he was proud the man accepted what he was offering. He had been shot down a lot by Toby, any acceptance from the man felt fucking great.

Chris was already dressed, ready to leave whenever, a white tee and jeans on as he looked at his design, "So you look into who you are yet?" He hadn't really pushed that on Toby since the man got there, but he was curious. And a bit anxious. This place could be doing stuff out of karma, after all, and if he deserved a fucking restuarant, what would Toby be getting? A fast food chain?

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otherofoz
2008-02-22 10:58 pm UTC (link)

"Not really. All I've found out is that no one named 'Tobias Beecher', or 'Holly Beecher', exists here." Which meant his daughter was left out of it. He wasn't sure how he felt about that, but Chris deserved to know the facts.

Tugging on a shirt, he sat on the bed to wrestle with his borrowed jeans. "Worst case scenario, I can try to get a job or something, make 'em do the damn background check for me," There you go- levity. At least he was trying to have a good attitude about all this shit.

Jeans properly fastened, he stood suddenly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Let's just fucking deal with what I'm not first, okay?" His tone was a little on edge, one hand carding through his hair uneasily as he looked around for a pair of shoes, having 'donated' the pair he'd worn there, to Pongo's chew-toy collection.

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willkillfortoby
2008-02-22 11:03 pm UTC (link)

"Hey, hey," Chris was up and grabbing a pair of sneakers for Toby, holding them up in offering, "Fine, man, whatever. I don't give a fuck who you are here, anyway. You're still Toby to me," He gave a lopsided grin as he stuffed the folded up piece of paper with the design on it in his back pocket, "Hey, if you want, you can even work at my restuarant," He offered, shrugging, "I mean, until you find something better. Just to get started." He knew the man was suspicious of him already, of his motives, so he wasn't about to force any issue too much that involved Tobias staying close to him. Even if he wanted to. Though, that didn't mean he wouldn't make efforts to get the man to want to stay close.

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otherofoz
2008-02-23 02:39 am UTC (link)

He took the shoes with an apologetic look and a sigh, sitting back on the bed to put them on. "M'sorry. I just... part of me wanted her to be here. So I could make it up to her, all this..." He shoved his foot roughly into the shoe, grunting at the effort, "Shit she's been through." A beat, as he worked on tying the kont, "Maybe she's better off, though, right?" He didn't make a habit out of musing out loud around Chris, but for now it was his way of showing he was trying to trust Keller while the more physical issues got worked out.

At the mention of working at the restaurant, a corner of Toby's mouth twitched in a repressed smile. "I'm a shit cook, and my interpersonal skills have taken a hit, what with fearing for my life 24/7 for the past six years. What the hell do you think I'd do?" He didn't sound against the idea, just honestly curious.

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willkillfortoby
2008-02-23 03:27 am UTC (link)

"I'm sure she's safe, that's what matters," Chris stroked his fingers through Toby's hair before he headed to grab a sweater to wear, "Anyway, I thought you'd maybe do like the paper work shit. You worked for Sister Pete for what was it, like five years? I thought, you know, since I'm shit with filing and taxes and the like, you could do that kind of thing. If you wanted. I don't know, was just a fucking idea. Here," He tossed a sweater to Toby, "It's cold out," He left the room to go get his own boots on, the sound of Pongo padding down the stairs after him heard through the house.

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	otherofoz 2008-02-23 03:33 am UTC (link)
	Nodding, he leaned into the touch a little before catching the sweater and pulling it on, considering Chris' offer. "Yeah, why not. 'Saves me the hastle of getting a soc number, and all that." Following them down the stairs, he gave Pongo a pat as he was investigated for wearing Chris' clothes, waiting by the door. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

willkillfortoby
2008-02-23 03:47 am UTC (link)

Smiling to himself over Toby accepting the offer, letting him help more, Chris pushed his feet into his boots, petting Pongo when the dog came by and he crotched down, ruffling Pongo's ears, "Hey Pongo, we're going out. See you soon, huh? Yeah, see you soon!" Chris actually liked dogs. Surprisingly enough. Standing up, he gave the mutt another pet before pointing at the door, "Alright, out," He locked the door behind them and scratched at the back of his neck, "Alright, we can drive over, but I...I drive a bike," Chris pointed to the small one car garage by his house, "We could walk though, it's not that far." Asking a guy who was cursing over being someone's bitch to ride bitch....Even Chris didn't think that was a wise choice.

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otherofoz
2008-02-23 04:05 am UTC (link)

"A walk'll do me good. Plus, 'keeps you from fucking crashing us," It wasn't the prospect of riding bitch that threw Toby off- he was genuinely interested in getting out, getting some fresh air. Had he actually had clothes when he fell from the sky, he probably would have taken a walk through Central, before getting panicked.

He let Chris lead the way, walking in silence, more interested in the scenery than thinkign about what they were heading to do.

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	willkillfortoby 2008-02-23 04:12 am UTC (link)
	"I've been fucking riding bikes since I was old enough to walk, fuck off," He was grinning though as he shoved Toby lightly with his shoulder, putting his hands in his pockets as he walked along. They were walking along the streets of Chicago, free to do so, without worry. Chris couldn't help grinning. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	otherofoz 2008-02-23 04:27 am UTC (link)
	Toby gave a shove back, chuckling a little. "Right, so when you crashed your bike and got caught at armed robbery that was... what, a happy accident?" It was strange, how seeing people on the street looking at him suddenly felt like being examined, making his gaze drop and his shoulders fold a little, moving slightly closer to Chris as a result. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	willkillfortoby 2008-02-23 04:31 am UTC (link)
	"Hey, I was drunk, for one thing, alright? And being fucking chased. Try driving focused with that shit," He was laughing when the man moved closer and he placed a hand on Toby's shoulder, a fleeting touch but one to assure the man that he was there, "That don't know, Toby," He spoke softly, only for the other man, "And I don't care. You're okay." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	otherofoz 2008-02-23 04:42 am UTC (link)
	"I know." A pause, "I think that's half the shit. I know." Sighing, he rolled his eyes, letting his head fall back to look at the skyline as they waited for a cross-light. "I'm going fuckin' nuts, man," He'd been saying that for a long time, thinking it even longer, but something about being out was irking him a lot more than he'd expcted. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

willkillfortoby
2008-02-23 04:52 am UTC (link)

"Been nuts for years, Beecher," Chris teased, hands back in his pockets, though he stood close enough to bump their shoulders together, "From what I was told, you were crazy shit back before I even showed up. You just got to work through it," He shrugged as the light changed and he began walking across the road, "Seems like Oz was what made you crazy, so maybe that'll change." Hopefully not enough to make Toby sane enough to not want to be with Chris. But he couldn't say that out loud, it would sound selfish.

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	otherofoz 2008-02-23 04:56 am UTC (link)
	Toby shrugged, still watching his feet as he walked. "I had Schillinger and the Aryan fucks to thank for that. This crazy shit doesn't have a reason," A beat, as he bumped into Chris for effect, "Or maybe it's all your damn fault." They finally reached the tattoo parlor Chris had looked up, and he headed inside, stereotypically parusing the designs on the wall. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

willkillfortoby
2008-02-23 05:05 am UTC (link)

Laughing, Chris shook his head, "Hey, even I'm not this fucking crazy," He commented as he looked around them before ducking into the store after him. He didn't bother looking at designs as he looked at the man working on another guys's sleeve. At least his work looked good. And he also looked like the sort of guy who didn't talk about his customers, another good thing. He stood by, waiting for Toby to make the first move. This was his thing, after all.

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otherofoz
2008-02-23 05:13 am UTC (link)

Toby waited until the guy took a break, to walk over and start talking to him. He got a dubious look at the mention of what he wanted to have covered up, but a hard glare and low growl of a whisper at the guy seemed to straighten him out.

"Keller, where's the-" He waved a hand for the paper, taking it and passing it over to the artist, shrugging a shoulder. "Just an idea. Something to make it not look like a fucking swastika," The word got him another glare, from the patron this time, making Toby roll his eyes in the man's direction.

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willkillfortoby
2008-02-23 05:20 am UTC (link)

Chris bulked when the man gave Toby the look, but he gave a little smirk at the man's handling of it. He had the paper ready to hand over, nodding at the man when he did so, and glaring in turn at the patron, "He's covering it up, asshole, what do you think that means?" He scoffed, shaking his head before letting Toby go on to handle it. He leaned against the counter to wait, though he kept his eyes on the patron. The guy was in Chris' bad books, what could he say?

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otherofoz
2008-02-23 05:31 am UTC (link)

The worker looked the basic design over, nodding. "I can work with this, make you something that won't look like shit, how's that?" Toby huffed at the guy's attitude, but agreed, moving to sit in one of the chairs around, to wait until the guy was done with the asshole's sleeve, hearing it was going to be a while. Leaning back in the chair, he let his head fall back against the wall, staring at the ceiling.

"Y'know, it's funny. Hoyt offered to ink me when he found out I won my parole, and I almost took him up on it. 'Till I realized that needles scare the shit outta me," He scoffed a laugh at that, obviously going for the levity to try and calm himself down.

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willkillfortoby
2008-02-23 05:34 am UTC (link)

Chris moved to stand by the man, leaning against the wall by him, "Worse shit out there, Becche," Chris shrugged, rolling up his sleeve to show his crucifix tattoo, "This? Didn't hurt at all. Was fucking wasted out of my mind, but even without it, it's fine. If that mother fucker can handle it," Chris nodded his head to the guy in the chair, "You can sure as hell do it."

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otherofoz
2008-02-23 05:39 am UTC (link)

"It didn't help I wasn't completely sure he wasn't working for the Aryan dickheads, but... yeah, I know. Fucking useless walks down memory lane." A beat. "Why the fuck didn't I think of getting wasted first?" He glanced at the bar across the street, seeming to seriously consider the idea.

In truth, he had thought about it, and decided he needed to do this sober. It'd mean something that way, and help him focus on why he was doing it. But still, sitting there, faced with the buzz of the machine and somewhat-sickening smell of ink and heated flesh, his resolve was failing.

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	willkillfortoby 2008-02-23 05:49 am UTC (link)
	Chris patted Toby's shoulder, "It'll hurt like fuck, but you'll remember it," He pointed out, wanting the man to be as comfortable as he could with how this was going, "Afterwards, we'll get you shitfaced, no doubt, but you gotta face this dead sober, man." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

otherofoz
2008-02-23 05:56 am UTC (link)

Toby rolled his eyes up to give Chris A Look. "Yes, mother." Still, he saw the sense in it, nodding to himself as the buzzing stopped, and talking was heard from behind the counter.

A minute later, the asshole stepped out, sleeve properly bandaged, and the worker gave him a once-over, smirking at the paleness in Toby's face. "You're next, tough guy. You sure you wanna do this?"

He stood, taking the challenge for what it was, giving the man a glare. "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about. So shut up and do your goddamn job," Probably not the best idea, to aggrivate the man about to put a permanent mark in his skin, but Toby wasn't going to settle for having this guy treat him like a bitch.

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willkillfortoby
2008-02-23 06:03 am UTC (link)

Chris put a hand on Toby's arm and glared at the man, "Hey, he got a fucking Nazi brand in his ass, mother fucker, which is ten times more bad ass then your fucking doodles, okay? So shut the fuck up, do what your paid for and do it well, alright?" There was a threat in Chris' voice as he stood and glared at the man. This was tough for Toby and this fuck wasn't making it easier. That wouldn't do.