Roses are... all kinds of colours, actually... (Open)

[skintoskin]

[Neil is lounging on the sofa in the living room of his apartment, lazily smoking a cigarette. He has a number of plastic containers on the floor around him with... things sticking out of them. Green things. With colours on the end of them.


Oh. Flowers. Right.]




So, someone has sent me primrose. Anyone gonna to confess?

I'm not gonna quote Shakespeare or anything, but if anyone would like a message from me, I have a new way to tell you stuff. I'm ready.


[ooc: If anyone wants to have sent Neil primrose - which is 'young love' - go for it. Several could 'confess' or no one could confess. I just threw it in there on an impulse. :)]

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[synanthrope]

What does that mean?

[skintoskin]

It means 'young love', so I guess someone young is in love or... the love is young... I dunno for sure.

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[majorcrotchgrab]

Can't say I did. I would've sent you a Rose of some sort.

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[skintoskin]

Yeah? What kind?

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[majorcrotchgrab]

Hnnn.. A few orange, a few purple ones...

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[skintoskin]

Real-ly? Orange is desire, passion. You knew that, right? As for purple...

Love at first sight?

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[majorcrotchgrab]

I did.

Mmm.. change it more to lust at first sight.

[anunluckypenny]

Those'll kill you, Neil.

...The cigarettes, not the flowers. They're pretty.

[skintoskin]

[Laughs!]

I was going to say, roses can make you bleed, but that's about it.

[anunluckypenny]

And they're not singing. There was a plant this one time that liked to sing and eat people.

[skintoskin]

Uh, think I'm glad I missed that...

[He holds up a red daisy.]

This is you.

[dropkick]

Someone's popular.

[skintoskin]

I guess. Have no fuckin' clue who sent it though, so that's going to make things... impossible...

[signatures]

"New way to tell you stuff"?

[skintoskin]

Sure. I've got this thing...

[Notes, sudden burst of information, who knows? He doesn't...]

I can tell you something without saying a word. I just give you a flower.

[signatures]

You know all the meanings to a flower?

[skintoskin]

For some strange reason, yeah, I do. I figure... curse, but whatever.

[He holds up a forget-me-not.]

This... is for you.

[mightbeconcussed]

Oooooh someone's got a secret admirer [sing songed]

[skintoskin]

Yeah, Lucy, but it's gonna stay a secret unless they get off their fuc - damn ass and tell me who they are...

[hates_most_things]

It was someone ugly.

[skintoskin]

And you would know this how?

[whitetwoguns]

[White's got nothing. He thinks they should talk but they shouldn't talk about flowers. Or confessions. :(]

[skintoskin]

[Neil decides not to talk, too. Instead, he holds up a flower. It is a pink carnation.]

[whitetwoguns]

[It would be easy and oh so cruel to brush it off. What's a grown man have to do with flowers or men giving other men flowers? Except that would make him a fucking hypocrite. Then he would be another one of those shits that keep on tossing the shame around because off fucked concepts of identity and bullshit. Just a side he seldom ever wants to show. When you're a felon it comes quite naturally.

He doesn't know the meaning, not off of the top of his head. And the truth is that he's done enough damage.]

You got a lot of those?

[He could just be showing. Not "giving" anything.]

[skintoskin]

Flowers? Yeah. Guess it comes with the info on what they mean.

[He wiggles the carnation a little.]

Do you know what this means?