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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 16, 2012 23:05:55 GMT -5
Devon watched the male come in, watched another interactment of siblings, this one even more estranging then the one previous. If they saw how Dylan treated him...
He remained silent as the guy left and returned with more medical supplies.
"Yeah," He huffed. He'd had them plenty, seeing the things he did to himself. It was nothing new at all. 'why are you nice to her?' He didn't speak the words, glancing back at the girl with emotionless eyes. It was as if he felt nothing about anything. No hurt, no pity, nothing.
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Post by duskin on Jan 16, 2012 23:15:09 GMT -5
He pulled a lighter from the box, putting the needle into the flame. He waited for it to cool, then threaded the toughest thread he had through it.
"Okay, Dallas? You wanna come help?" He asked, looking back at her. She walked slowly over, sitting beside him. She took his hand gently in hers, holding it steady. Duskin started slowly stitching him up, pulling each stitch tight before snipping it and starting on the next. He soon finished on that arm, then began cutting away the gauze on that arm. Dallas moved over, taking his hand again, and holding it steady.
"-s'okay.." She whispered, barely audible.
"Yeah, it's okay, Dallas." He said, and began to stitch that arm up.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 16, 2012 23:20:41 GMT -5
Devon watched as the stitches were made, each one revealing more and more of the words carved into his skin. He barely flinched as they worked, just watching curiously, lips pursed. Crazy...insanity wasn't something he'd ever had a choice about...Dylan always taunted him about his habits of killing things growing up, about how his fathers had tried to get him help, especially when he ate that bird at ten years old.
The sirens up the road had quieted, and he glanced curiously towards the door and windows, as if listening for something, anything, that said they had found the body.
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Post by duskin on Jan 16, 2012 23:27:59 GMT -5
Duskin wrapped the stitches with gauze, taping it securely. He was tempted to ask the boy to hold Dallas down, knowing she would scream and cry and be in horrible pain when he had to stitch her head.
"All better?" He asked, setting the things aside. "Dallas, go get me a wet towel." He said, and she walked off, knowing it was her turn.
"This is gonna be fun." He said in a mock voice. He stood up, running his hands down his legs. "We're gonna have to liquor her up. Care for a drink?" He asked, walking over to the cabinet where he hid the hard alcohol.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 16, 2012 23:37:59 GMT -5
Devon nodded, watching her go for a moment, then chewed on his lip. "Sure," He murmured when asked about a drink. He sighed, standing up and began to wander the house, looking around curiously. "Why are you so nice to her..?" He breathed, the question completely honest.
He n=paused, peering at his reflection in the window, then gazed past it before wandering into the kitchen, then away. He peered into an empty room, and eventually returned to the couch. It was obvious something was wrong with him, and yet at the same time he seemed completely functional.
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Post by duskin on Jan 16, 2012 23:50:02 GMT -5
The question caught him off guard, and he wondered what he meant by it. "Because.. She's my little sister. When the house caught on fire and we were trapped in there.. I tried to save her. We ended up dying curled up by the door.. I'm nice to her because everyone else taunts her because of her burns.. And she's scared of everyone and everything. Deep down inside, she's still that scared little girl who died in my arms that cold winter night.. No one has ever really cared for her, and I don't think anyone ever will. So.." He walked over to him, handing him the drink.
"Dallas?" He called, knocking on the bathroom door. "Oh Dallas.." He mumbled, grabbing the rag in the sink and ringing it out before carrying her limp body to the coffee table, laying her out on it.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 16, 2012 23:55:32 GMT -5
"Oh," He breathed faintly, untouched by the story. He watched the guy carry his sister to the coffee table, head tilting. "My brothers and dads hate me," He huffed flatly, watching. "so you died. Your angels?"
He cracked his neck, becoming more and more talkative. Which...wasn't always a good thing. without much thinking, not bothering offer help, he turned on the tv and flipped to the news. Sure enough they had a story on the little boy, and were just finding his body. He watched with a blank expression.
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Post by duskin on Jan 17, 2012 14:21:08 GMT -5
"Then your brother and dads must be rude because I think hating anyone is awful." He grabbed the rag, pressing it to her wound. He tipped her head to the side, then grabbed the needle and the lighter.
"Me and Dallas are. Dru isn't." He said, not caring to continue on the subject of Drucilla. He ran the needle over the flame, then slowly began stitching up her head. Once he was done, he walked to the bathroom and began running her a bath. He picked her up, carrying her into the bathroom. He laid her on the floor, slipped off her clothes, and laid her in the bath. He walked back out, rubbing his hand across his mouth.
"When she wakes up, I'll tell her you said thanks. Even if you didn't." He said, going and putting the alcohol away.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 17, 2012 17:35:37 GMT -5
Devon shrugged at the first words. "They are who they are," He mumbled, watching him work out of the corner of his eyes, only half interested in what was going on on the tv. "I can say thanks," He breathed flatly. He probably just wouldn't feel it, didn't feel much of anything anymore, had nobody to reteach him such feelings.
He leaned back some, sighing faintly before looking around the house once more, smirking as they said the kid was mauled by some animal, and if it was a pet that would be the reason he had been tossed in the dumpster.
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Post by duskin on Jan 17, 2012 19:25:04 GMT -5
"Yeah, I don't doubt you can.." He said quietly, watching the TV. He shook his head, this just proving his ideas that keeping canines as animals could be simply asking for trouble. "But if you haven't seen, she's got enough blood on the floor to give transfusions to at least five adults. I don't think she's gonna be waking up any time soon. Not until she starts getting the blood back in her body. But if you want to go tell her now, you can. I've got a towel over her." He knew his sister probably wouldn't want the boy to see the burns on her arms and her upper thighs more than she wouldn't want him to see her completely naked. Her burns were her most self concious factor.
"But if you run into her again, don't tell her you saw her burns." He said quietly, getting a bowl of the roast and potatoes.
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