monopoly and moar boys

[mwestbelle]

Last night was the most INTENSE Monopoly game of my ENTIRE LIFE. FIVE HOURS. SHOUTING, SUICIDE, STRIPPERS AND TROPHY BOYS WIVES. It was awesome. A++, would play again.

Unfortunately, I was sitting half on a matress on the floor, so my lower back and tailbone are KILLING ME NOW, plus I had ballroom dance this morning, with rumba and HIP ACTION OW. But now I'm back in my room, and it's time for...more picspam! (Very Gerard-heavy)



Great start, Gerard! Love the...tinsel?

Hat over the eyes always makes me drool.

YES. This is my NUMBER ONE VERY FAVORITE picture of Patrick EVER. I need dom!Patrick.

Look at all of their little faces

I'm happy when you're happy!

HAT. And SHIRT. And FACE.

I really dig the composition of this, as well as Ryan's slinky hips.

Another super-duper fave. I dig dead!Brendon, what can I say? (Oh god, Zombiesex plotbunnies!)

I know it's part of the stageshow and all, but I just heart how he's all "Agh! GIRLPARTS! DO NOT WANT!"

I want glasses like this. (His hairline looks really receded here)

FACE. (I said it was a recurring theme)

He's just such an adorable puppy!

Caressing! And rosevest! So cute!

Not cute. Hot.

Dorkasses!

Sleepy snugglings! Gryffindor scarf!

Oh Ryan, face.

Happy Ryan!face!

I covet that coat (not to mention what's in it...)

Hey look! When he's not busy being a dorkass, hotass, or fondling Frank, sometimes Gerard sings (just, you know, once in a while)!

Serious!face. I really like that blue with his skintone (wear more color, Gerard!)

I...I don't even know.

ROCKGOD. I'm really into TBP uniforms, I dunno.

GERARD WILL KILL YOU...

...WITH CUTE <3

DON'T EVER GET NEW PANTS, GERARD!

EEHEE, GERARD!

LITTLE FINGERS!

This is my favorite hair, I think.

MOUTH! But I actually really liked the white, too (in the minority, I know).

Just look at the curve of his jaw! (I AM RUNNING OUT OF THINGS TO SAY ABOUT YOU, GERARD, STOP BEING SO AWESOME)

Rocky Horror shirt! (I'M KIDDING GERARD, NEVER STOP!)

NEVER EVER.

EVER.

*flail*

Oh god. The hair in the eyes just MAKES IT.

This looks rather manip-ish, but it's pretty, so I don't care.

BOYFRIENDS.

ANGSTY HOMELESS BOYFRIENDS.

Everytime I think he can't be any more adorable...

*DIES*

You can tell he's serious! He's got his interview!hands!

I...erm...I really like that vest.

...

Yay for ties?

More interview!hands.

Oh hai there, priest!kink, how've you been?

Yeah, I'm good too.


SO MANY HEARTS.

C'mon boys, we may accept eyefuckery from Brendon and Ryan, but we know you can do better.

Oh hush, Gerard.

That's right, go cry to your sister Mikeyway.

This one isn't great for Mikeyway, because adorable as he is, Gerard is just ETHEREALLY PRETTY in this shot.

Tambourine! (Gerard + Spencer + Tambourines?? Y/Y???)

Look! Skintone! STUBBLE!!

This pic was actually my very first introduction to Gerard outside of music vids, back when I was trolling around on Green Day message boards I AM NOT ASHAMED, STOP JUDGING ME! I was all "Wow, the scary guy with the droopy hair looks kinda sweet" Ah, younger self, you had so much to learn.

Pretteh!

Oh no, the SUNGLASSES!

I'm normally not a huge fan of screencaps, but...CUTE.

JON WALKER HAS CRAZY SEX WITH GERARD HAIR. Also, MORE LIPBITING PLZ!

Thank you, Patrick. (I secretly love him best when he's more red-heady.)

Just kidding! I love him best when he's a lounge singer who's taking me going to prom!

LOVE THIS PIC. Just, his EYES, and his HAIR, and somehow both SO PRETTY and REAL BOY.

Semi-creepy awkward smile time!

This is like, an almost-gangsta face. Nice try, Gerard, go ask Gabe for help.

...forget I said anything. You're very good at what you do, honey.

I agree with that shirt.

A tiny part of my brain is going "NOM PETE," but most of it is going "PUPPY!!" Less than three, Hemmy.

Cool.

Mmm...guitarhotness and FIRE. I like FIRE.

MORE COWBELL TAMBOURINE! (Shit, I made that joke last time. Ah well, too bad.)

I don't know who that guy is, but Spencer could power the Eastern Seaboard with that smile.

What is it with bandboys and dorkass sunglasses? There should be a study done. FOR SCIENCE.

Never stops being funny and adorkable.

I love that everyone is Goth Model-y and sexiful in their BP uniforms, and Bob's all "O HAI, I HAS TERRIBLE INFECTIONS TRYIN' TO EAT MAH BRAINZ" (And you know Gerard's all "BRAINZ?!" And Mikey and Frankie have to be like "NOT FOR YOU, GERARD! BOB NEEDS HIS BRAINZ!" And then there's pouting. I DON'T EVEN KNOW)

Agh, so much angsty!pretty

I think Bob is awesome, but he doesn't usually make me go "GUH." ... *point point point* GUH.

REAL SUBTLE, BRENDON.

I approve of: Spencer's jacket (even the weird feathery thing), Ryan and Brendon's jackets, Brendon's FACE
I do not approve of: Jon Walker's Pimpstache (Just, no.)

Mmmmmm.

I want Mikeyway's coat, gloves, glasses. He looks so sweet with his not!boyfriend.

This looked RAWKED majorly for Frank.

I cannot take seriousy anyone who talks to me about guitarsex without mentioning Frank. BENDY.

How so pretty? No, really, HOW?

Look, priest!kink is back! And he brought friends!

*WAVES*

FRECKLES. And god, his eyes are SO GORGEOUS.

OTP, in blue. (Where is the bandom Smurfs AU? Who's Smurfette? We'd have to have a Survivor for the various bandom bicycles.)

I'm so sorry I don't have more pictures of you, Mikeyway! I do love you! I promise!

Frank latches onto Gerard! Gerard grabs for Mikey! OT3!

I love how Gerard looks like he just has EXPANSES of pale flesh exposed, since everyone else is covered practically ankle to chin.

I haven't seen this hair very much, but I like it a lot.

HIS HANDS, THEY DO THINGS TO ME.

If someone asked me to compile a list of pictures you'd have to look at to "get Gerard," this would be pretty high up.

WE LIKE TREES No really, it's not like we lurk in basements or anything!

Gerard, why so feline? Ray, why so...er....

THERE IS NO INCEST IN BANDOM! NOTHING TO SEE HERE, MOVE ALONG!

Seriously, Gerard, do you wear pants until they ROT OFF? (Bet he does.)

Painfully pretty! Great colors.

NOM.

SO MUCH SHINY HAIR

Haven't seen you for a while, JWalk. Lookin' sharp.

I lied, I totally want these glasses.

Pouty face! TUMMY!

Don't smirk at me, Jon Walker! It makes me melty

Their FACES are just CLASSIC. And I cannot stop staring at how TINY Ryan is, in his entire self.

Okay, my fingers kinda hurt from capslocking, and I still have real writing to do...so, the last installment of bandspam will be forthcoming. Hope this brings a smile <3

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Frank bites his lip as they approach. It's stupid to be scared, he knows. There are so many more sensible things to be scared of (psycho killers, for example) but everyone's got to have something, and this is his. It's funny in the dark way, because no matter how scary he is, Gerard is a hundred times braver.

"Well." It's dark in there, windows so dusted over so it must be dark even when the sun is out. "I guess." Not even inside, and losing the ability to speak in full sentences. Not a good sign.

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"Guess what?" Gerard glances over at him, and he's the one to step into the doorway first, because he knows Frank isn't the braver one right now.

"Let's just get this over with." He grits his teeth and looks in, letting his eyes get adjusted to the darkness.

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When they step into the darkness, Frank wonders for one wild moment if Gerard would smack him (or laugh at him) if he asked to hold hands, then remembers that he needs his hands in case he has to stab any of the giant tarantulas that are probably lurking around in here.

His eyes adjust eventually, but it's horribly dark. He takes the glasses off and slip them into his pocket, but he still can't see much more than the hazy shapes of abandoned equipment. If the boys are here (please, let them be here) there are more hiding places than Frank can count. Factoring in the darkness (and probability of killer spiders), they've picked a great place.

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Every step they take shakes up dust, and Gerard is walking carefully, but his footsteps are echoing on the cement floor. He's pretty sure he just heard a rat. Great.

He can barely see anything past his hands and the white clouds of his breath. How are we going to find them? He looks behind him at Frank, hoping he has a plan.

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Frank's trying to remember how he thought it was a good idea to come back to Chicago and go traipsing around abandoned buildings looking for angry homeless kids without a flashlight. There's really no way he can think of to find them, and in the echoing dark, it's not like the boys don't know they're here. If the boys are here at all.

He's about to just give up and call something out when he hears more and faster footfalls behind them. He manages to get his hand into his pocket and wrapped around his knife before there's the blunt end of something pressed into his back and "What the fuck are you doing here?" hissed in his ear. Gerard, as far as he can guess from the startled little sound, is getting much the same by way of hospitality.

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Gerard freezes; there's something pressing into his back as well, but the voice is eerily familiar.

"Brendon?" he manages, eyes wide. Since Frank hasn't moved to help him, he's guessing Spencer or Jon's found Frank.

He tries to breathe, heart beating lightning-fast.

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There's a pause, too long of a pause, but then there's almost a squeak in Brendon's voice when he goes "Gerard? God, it's, hey, shit, hi Gerard. And, whoa, I guess you're Frank. Hi. Again."

The pressure disappears from both of their backs, and Frank never thought he would be so happy to hear Brendon's voice (seriously, the kid can get half a city block burning with like, a handful of toothpicks but somehow remains dorkier than any other kid Frank can remember). He was mostly expecting to be strung up by the ankles when they came upon the kids, but this is a welcome surprise. Apparently they don't suspect him, for once.

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"Yeah. God, are you okay?" Gerard isn't sure he wants to mention that they're helping Pete out yet, isn't sure if they would react badly or not to that.

Brendon takes a sharp breath, and he's about to answer when the other voice breaks in with "Well, we are." It's Spencer's voice, and even if Gerard can't see him he knows Spencer's expression is pained. He knew Ryan better than the other two did, had known him since practically forever.

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"That's why we're here." Frank always felt a little off-balance around the kids, and it's worse in the dark. He sees them, but not clearly, and it's uncomfortable.

Spencer makes a dark sound and Jon bumps against his shoulder. Even Brendon crinkles his nose, brows furrowing. "Pete called you."

What Brian told them was warning enough that Pete is a touchy subject, but lying doesn't seem like an option, so Frank opts for a neutral "Yeah. He seems worried."

"Sure." There's harsh bite in Spencer's voice. "Now he's worried, when it's too fucking late."

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Spencer looks downright pissed and it's one thing to take Ryan's death hard, this is another thing entirely. Gerard has a feeling that even if the others don't know exactly what happened, Spencer does.

"I..." Gerard tries to think of a way to ask gently. "What happened?" He's not expecting much from the other two, isn't the least bit surprised when Brendon says brokenly, "We don't know."

So Gerard turns to Spencer, gaze fixed on him, waiting for an answer.

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Spencer shrugs, stiff and jerky, Brendon and Jon watching him. It's too dark to tell, but from the way he's holding his shoulders, Frank is pretty sure Spencer is only tenuously holding back an outburst. "Pete took chances. Ryan paid for them."

That tells them basically nothing, but Frank knows that pushing them will just make them draw back further and faster, so he just says, "We want to help." hoping to inspire them to offer some more concrete information.

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Spencer shrugs again. "It's a little late for that, unless you can find--" he stops himself, and it's fairly obvious that he has at least some idea of who did it. The other two stare at him, because they had no idea and Spencer hasn't told them.

"I wasn't there, but I was the one who found him," Jon offers, quietly, and Gerard wants to hug him close at that, but he can't see where he is well enough.

((I have no idea who to make it. Ideas?))

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"Where was he?" The twist of Jon's head is sharp, and Frank assumes he's on the receiving end of one of the quietly dark looks Jon is so good at.

"Where do you think? An alley, under some boxes." There's a weariness in his voice, a resigned tone, like that's all a kid like Ryan could expect, to be stacked like another piece of cardboard. I thought Pete was helping these kids.

((Uh...I am terrible with bandom villains because I heart them all. Bert is gross! Maybe Brent, the disgruntled ex-friend?))

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((Nice! I hadn't even thought of Brent.))

"I'm sorry," Gerard offers, because he doesn't really know what to say to that, and he hates the thought of it.

"There's someone," Spencer begins, hesitantly, "someone I think could have..." He's quick to add, "but I'm not sure."

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"Who?" Brendon's speaking before Frank has the chance, sounding aghast. There's sudden tension in the room--Spencer obviously hasn't shared this information before. There's another pause before Spencer speaks.

"There's this guy. He used to run with us--"

"No way!" Brendon again, shocked. "Spencer, no."

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"Who else?" Spencer's tone is hollow and resigned. "Ryan didn't have any money for someone to take and he didn't have anything, you know," he swallows "... done to him, and Brent hates him--us now. You know that."

Brendon shakes his head furiously, because he can't believe Brent would do something like this, even though when he left he cursed and spit and looked ready to claw them all apart.

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Jon remains conspicuously silent.

"Who's Brent?" Gerard asks as gently as he can, and Spencer sighs a little--not defeated, but rough.

"It was always the four of us. He didn't," Spencer pauses, trying to find the right things to say, "he didn't feel it, the same way we did. Ryan and Bren and I, we were always in for each other. He never was, really."

"He tried," Brendon interjects, defensive.

Spencer continues, ignoring him. "Well, he became a liability. You can't afford to be sloppy. Not when you live like this. And we just couldn't afford to watch out for him when he wasn't looking after us. He was angry."

"He wouldn't, Spence," Brendon interrupts again, a little high-pitched, more like he's trying to convince himself than any of the others. "He didn't mean it."

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"Brendon," Spencer begins quietly, "he would. He threatened to kill me, before he left. He said that he'd do fine on his own and that we'd all end up dead. And then he told me that he'd make sure I did. You don't remember that?"

Brendon shakes his head, and Jon just looks lost. He came to them after Brent had left, when he'd been on the street for almost a year with another group. But three of his gang had been arrested and he'd found himself practically alone, so he'd left.

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Frank exchanges a look with Gerard. It definitely sounds like this Brent kid is the most obvious suspect. Frank's quietly grateful for the simple explanation, and that the presumed culprit is little more than another angry kid. He can deal with that, no problem.

"Do you know where he might be?"

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Gerard nods at Frank, hoping he can see it in the dark. Unless it's a random crime by a total stranger, and Gerard doubts that very much, Brent is a good option. He's not sure what Frank is planning on doing when they find Brent and isn't sure he wants to, though.

But Spencer shakes his head. "We haven't seen him since he left. I wish I could find him, I'd..." He stops, but his tone implies something along the lines of "kill him with my bare hands".

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"He didn't really make friends," Brendon offers, half-hearted but apparently resigned. "I can't think of anyone he'd go to."

Which makes everything far more complicated. How do you find a streetkid who doesn't hang out with other streetkids? The odds that they would have found these boys at all are slim were it not for the boys from the first warehouse. And he was supposed to help them too. Frank winces a little internally; this being nice to people thing was making his to-do list very long.

"Well, we can at least ask around. What does he look like?"

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Spencer hesitates for a moment, crossing his arms.

"We haven't seen him in almost six months, but the last time we saw him he was five eight or so, um. Dark brown hair, and it was shoulder-length then but it's probably longer now. Kind of stocky. I really don't know." He thinks for a long moment.

"I know he's been seen since then, though. There are these kids back in the warehouses--Alex and Ryland and Nate--anyway, they got into a fight with him about a month ago. I guess they took his space or something. All I know is they started coming around after that, so wherever they were is probably where he is now."

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Great. Ryland, at least, is definitely going to be suspicious about two guys apparently tracking down all these kids. Frank doesn't even want to think about what they're going to have to promise those boys to get any more information out of them.

"Okay, great. We'll talk to them, then."

"You need anything?" Gerard asks, because if Frank can run around promising random kids the moon, they can afford to help some kids who saved their asses.

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"Nah." Brendon shakes his head, but Spencer cuts in, sharp. "Yeah. If you find Brent, kick his ass for me."

"We'll try," Gerard says, after a pause, because really, what does someone say to that?

He takes Frank's hand as he says goodbye to lead him back through the dark. It's not even an issue of bravery at this point--it's late enough that it's pitch black and he'd rather they not get separated on the way out.

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Back outside in the mercifully fresh air, Frank doesn't let go of Gerard's hand because you never know who might be lurking about and maybe he likes holding hands, a little.

"This'll be fun." He wrinkles his nose, but running his thumb along the back of Gerard's hand makes him feel a little bit better about the whole ordeal.