Saturday, April 12, 2014

Compound: Brock and Kade fix things

Brock Breed
April 12 
*Standing in our bedroom staring at the huge ass hole in the wall. Aric had already dropped off the extra drywall crap from fixing Nathan's quarters. I only hope it will be enough. Hearing a knock on the door, I go to answer it, hoping it's Kade. I don't know shit about doing drywall.*

  • Kade Breed *Seeing the look on Brock's face as he opens the door, I run my hand through my hair and sport the same expression* Dude, don't even start with the questions, man. Im about as clueless as you are. *walking past him into the room* You got the stuff? Where's the ho...... oly shit, that's not a hole..... that's a damn crater.

  • Brock Breed *grinning and shaking my head* I know. Don't ask. Do you think we can patch it? I've got the leftovers Aric left me.

  • Kade Breed *Cocking my head to the side* Well, worth a try. *Picking up the sheet of drywall and holding up to the gaping space to measure* He leave you a whole new wall by any chance?

  • Brock Breed *scowls at him* Umm... no. I've thought about just buying a couple big ass armoires to set in front of it to hide it. But my mate would like it fixed. You know we gotta keep the girls happy. Think we have enough to fix it?

  • Kade Breed *Rolling my eyes and grumbling* Girls happy, my ass. THEY can come fix this shit. We're warriors, not Bob the damn Builder. *Settling on a piece of replacement board approximately half the size of Miami and cutting it* Besides, it's not our fault the shit breaks so easy.... is it?

  • Brock Breed *rolling my eyes* Uh - no. Not our fault at all. *grinning to myself as I recall just how it got busted* Do you know anything about how to put this up there? I mean, super glue ain't gonna work for this. I do know we need to clean this up a little and square up the edges. *working quickly with a utility knife, I square up the edges of the hole and pull off the straggling ends. * Maybe this will work a little better to do the repair.

  • Kade Breed *Shrugging as I watch him, shoving 3 packs of Bubble Tape in my mouth* I wath juth gonna thew thith up uth it thoo thake ith thtick....

  • Brock Breed *looking at him sideways* Dude! Even I know bubble gum isn't gonna hold it. *smacks Kade upside the head, knocking the gum out of his mouth* Pick that shit up will ya? Jenna will have my ass if we get gum all over the carpet. Here - take this utility knife and cut a piece of that drywall about the size of the hole. I'll grab the nails and we'll put that bitch up there.

  • Kade Breed *Staring at the wad of gum, then back at Brock* That bitch gonna be mad that we nailed her up there? *Quicky checking to make sure Jenna didnt walk in to hear the joke* Ok, ok. Holdjahorses *cutting out a pice SLIGHTLY smaller than Miami and holding it up to the wall* Ok, man, nail it in.

  • Brock Breed *Quickly hammering the nails in and managing not to smash any body parts with the hammer, I grab the drywall tape and manage to put the tape around the area of the repair. Going over to the laptop, I fire it up and hit Google to see what we do next.* Ok - it says to put plaster around the area of the repair and let it dry. That must be this stuff. *gesturing to a bucket and a bag of some sort of shit* Mix it up, and let's slap it up there.

  • Kade Breed Right then *Quickly checking my hands for nail holes before walking over and holding up the bag* This looks like crack, man. You sure this isn't rack? It looks like crack, what if it's crack..... *Clamping my mouth shut as he slaps my upside the head again* Yeah, you're right. No one would put crack in the walls.... *grumbling under my breath as I dump the mixture into the bucket* Except maybe you during one of your sexcapades....

  • Brock Breed No comments from the peanut gallery about cracks in walls. *turning my head so he doesn't see me grinning* Get off the crack shit! Have you been snorting it or what? Let's just slap this stuff up here and try to be a little neat about it at least. I guess we have to let it dry before I can sand it and paint, so that will be another day. *Watching as Kade glops on shitloads of the goopy plaster* Here, I'll try to smooth this shit out with this thing - it looks like something from Savy's kitchen, but I think it's called a trowel? Shit - now I know why I didn't become a carpenter.

  • Kade Breed *Looking over at the so called "trowel" as I slap more and more of the crap on the wall, not even realizing I had plastered Brock's other hand to the wall as well* Fuck if I know, man.

  • Brock Breed *pulling my hand free of the wall, I smack Kade upside the head, leaving plaster in his hair* You are such a fuckwit. *smh* I would have asked Gid to send a repairman, but we just had to have one not long ago to replace the fucking bathtub. I'd never have heard the end of it.

  • Kade Breed *Summoning my inner wild to shake the plaster from my hair* the bathtub? How the hell... you know, don't even answer that. I don't even wanna know. *chuckling as I attempt to clean some of the mess, and by that I mean drag the carpet over it*

  • Brock Breed Yeah, you so do not wanna know. *spying the leftover sheet of drywall, noting its size, along with the wad of bubblegum* Hey brother - I have an idea. *waggling brows* I think we need to practice our drywall skills since I gotta wait for this glop to dry anyway. You game?

  • Kade Breed Always. What you got in mind?

  • Brock Breed *smirking as I gather up the leftovers and the gum* I think I have a good idea. Follow me!

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