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Post by caine johnson on Feb 19, 2012 11:03:00 GMT -5
Caine nodded, his eyes on the road. "Well.. I could take you to Dallas's apartment.. or your boyfriends?" He sighed, trying to think of a place to go where Jayce would be safe, and would feel comfortable. His fingers drummed on the steering wheel, his eyes peering around to see if anyone was following. He knew you weren't suppose to leave an accident, but he was going to let Jayce go to jail.
"Or the park..?" Caine had millions of places in his head, but all seemed like it would be a uncomfortable setting. "What happened back there?" he asked looking over to Jayce.
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jayson thomas christopher
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This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Feb 19, 2012 16:33:16 GMT -5
"I'll go with you..." He mumbled, picking at his bleeding hand, afraid to admit he wanted more time with him. Nevada didn't need to see him like this either.
He drew in a slow breath, wincing as he moved his shoulder again. "I...dunno..." He whimpered. "I was upset..not paying attention.." He swallowed, shrugging. "I dunno...I didn't really care what happened," He admitted.
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Post by caine johnson on Feb 21, 2012 12:19:13 GMT -5
"Okay.." Caine turned, starting the way toward Dallas's apartment. He kept his eyes straight one the road, a few stray tears still leaking on to his cheeks before drying. "Oh..well you should care. A lot of people love you and don't want you dead. That includes me." He glanced toward Jayce as they came to a stop light. He wondered if this was the start of things getting better. He hoped that Jayce would like Beau and Dallas.
His foot hit the gas pedal, and they drove down a couple more streets, taking turns here and there. Finally, they made it to the apartments. He got out of his, and walked around to the front watching as Jayce got out. "Dallas probably has bandages and stuff in the bathroom. Come on." He said with a smile, walking side by side with Jayce over to the breeze way.
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jayson thomas christopher
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This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Feb 21, 2012 20:01:09 GMT -5
Jayson kept silent during the rest of the ride, and got out of the car with a grimace, could feel his palms and knees bruising, his shoulder. He had, of course, told Caine it was only hands and knees, not that he had been struck by the mirror.
If anything it could be mistaken that he had been in a fight. He followed him quietly, looking around, wary.
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Post by caine johnson on Feb 23, 2012 11:14:58 GMT -5
Caine fumbled for the key in his pocket. When he found it, he hastily put it into the lock, twisting it open. It was quiet in the house, and Caine wondered where Dallas was. If she was napping with Beau. "Dallas?" He called out, walking further into the living room, to look down the hall. He turned to Jayce, who still seemed unsure. Caine ran his hands through his hair. "Want anything? Food? Water?"
"Well, I guess you wanna get cleaned up first.. The bathroom's down the hall." Caine shrugged, and walked over to the kitchen to start making food. "If you want a change of clothes, I can give you some." He said while he pulled the bread and peanut butter down from the shelf and grabbed the jelly from the fridge.
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jayson thomas christopher
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This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Feb 24, 2012 12:47:47 GMT -5
Jayson looked around curiously. Caine really had already settled down with another family... He's always expected it growing up. But...having him die and appear a year later made things feel so different...
He found the bathroom, washing his hands in hot soapy water with a wince, staring down at the raw skin. He chewed on his lip, watching fresh blood redden the raw area a bit, hoped Caine had some gauze patches or something.
Then he pulled off his shirt, body lean with muscle, and grimaced at the already darkly bruised right shoulder. He turned his back on the mirror, studying the dislocated shoulderblade with a frown. Did he want to tell Caine..?
He sighed.
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Post by dallas emery atkins on Feb 25, 2012 20:25:18 GMT -5
Dallas heard Caine walk in, and finished getting dressed. She had just gotten out the shower, and had even bathed Beau. She picked up the small infant, rocking him gently in her arms. She ran her fingers through his thick hair, walking out of the room.
"I'm here. Sorry. I needed a shower and Beau needed a bath." She explained, her wet hair falling down the back of her shirt. She sat down in the rocking chair with the baby, rocking back and forth slowly.
"Someone keeps fighting his sleep, daddy. Can you get me a warm bottle?" She asked Caine, patting Beau's back gently. It was then she realized the water was running in the bathroom. "Oh. Sorry. I didn't know you had company." She said, walking into the kitchen. She grabbed a bottle from the fridge, putting it in the microwave for a few seconds.
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Post by caine johnson on Feb 25, 2012 21:00:22 GMT -5
Caine's mood brightened as he saw Dallas's figure from the corner of his eye. "Good, I was wondering where the stinky smell went." He laughed, grabbing Dallas by the waist as she walked to the microwave. He pulled her close, his nostrils flared with the scent of her body wash and shampoo. He let her go, watching her place the bottle in the microwave. "Oh! I think you'll like the company. She's great!" He joked, watching Dallas's expression as the buzzer to the microwave went off.
Before she could yell at him, he walked quickly down the hall and grabbed some clothes from his room. His head was down as he walked into the bathroom, but when he looked up his pupils dialted. He starred directly at the giant bruise on Jayce's shoulder, his hand gripped tighter on the shirt and pair of shorts in his hand. "That looks a lot worse then what you told me.." His voice was husky and in shock.
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jayson thomas christopher
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Feb 25, 2012 21:37:35 GMT -5
Jayson spun guiltily, wincing with the action as he hugged his arm close. "I just got hit by the mirror, it's fine," He mumbled.
After a moment he bit his lip. "...Think I dislocated my shoulder." Huffing, he sulked closer so Caine could see if it was out of place or not. He grimaced some, unable to bite back the whimper that passed his lips as he tried to move it.
"Yeah," He rasped, looking away. He found a rag, and without warning, bit down on it and yanked his shoulder forward, squeezing his eyes shut with a muffled cry. He gagged faintly, dry heaving a moment as he spit the rag out. "I-..ice?" He mumbled, rubbing at his face with a shaking hand.
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Post by caine johnson on Feb 25, 2012 21:55:44 GMT -5
Caine shooked his head as Jayce came closer. It looked so nasty, swollen black and blue. "Let's get it back in place.." He sighed, helping Jayce as he began to work and the finally yank it back in place. "Yeah, um Dallas and Beau are out in the living room." He explained, handing the pants and shirt over to Jayce. "You can change first if you want.." Caine stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him, so Jayce could decide if he wanted to change or not.
As Jayce came out, Caine led him down the hall and back into the living room. "Dallas, this is my brother, Jayce." He smiled, putting his hand on Jayce's unhurt shoulder. He glanced at Beau, and walked over to pick him up. "This is Beau." Caine gently waved his baby's little hand in the air as he walked back over to Jayce.
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