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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 19, 2012 16:05:18 GMT -5
Zander walked into the store, walking past the counter to get to his office. He unlocked the door, pushing it open before walking over to his desk. He sat at the desk, playing with the hospital band on his arm. He grabbed a pair of scissors, snipping it off and tossing it onto his desk.
'Dont go to work' he had been told. 'You need to relax' they had said. 'You almost died..' the coroner had said. He took in a shaky breath, logging into his computer. 'I want to die.. Don't you get it?' He had explained. But they didn't get it. They never got it. He clicked through his emails, reading them drowsily.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 19, 2012 16:09:38 GMT -5
Devon had been told that Zander was busy, that something had happened. But he hadn't understood. Rubbing at the freshly scabbed words carved into his arms at Dylan's demand, he peered warily into the store, looking around. People eyed him in distrust seeing as his arms were not concealed. He bit his lip. Apathy in his eyes as someone sneered something under their breath when they passed.
He stepped into the dark store, staring at the septum rings in silence.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 19, 2012 16:15:57 GMT -5
Zander finished printing out the lists he needed, then walked to the front desk to get a highlighted. He hadn't realized so much time had passed, that he had obviously been sitting there for two hours because the store was closed when he came in. Or was it?
He grabbed the highlighter, and spotted a familiar face. He walked over, bending to look at Devon. But Zander didn't look like Zander. He was pale and his hair was flat and his eyeliner and nose ring were gone and his jeans were torn at the knees, the knees behind them still torn and painful.
"Hi." He said horsely, the screaming obviously having taken his voice as well as his sanity.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 19, 2012 16:23:26 GMT -5
Devon jumped, edgy, and turned to look at Zander. "Hi.." He murmured with a tilt of his head, baby blue eyes tired. He bit his lip, absently touching Zander's cheek. He could tell something was wrong, but had never learned to voice such worry.
His thumb brushed over the skin there, affection briefly replacing the lack of emotion in his eyes. "They said not to come.." He mumbled. "That you weren't..okay.."
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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 19, 2012 16:48:32 GMT -5
Zander nodded slowly, folding his arms over the case. He had missed the boy's touch, hearing his voice. "My dad came to my house and beat the fuck out of me. I've been in the hospital for three days." Or so he thought. It had been a little over a week, but from the head injuries he had suffered, he kept losing track of time. He reached up, taking the boy's hand into his.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 19, 2012 16:51:59 GMT -5
Devon shook his head. "-..was longer than that..." He whispered, rubbing at his scrabbed arm, gazig down at their hands. He hesitated, deciding to try what he had picked up from watching Dallas and Caine, and hugged him gently, kissing him hesitantly on the cheek.
"It's...good that you're okay... I..think I missed you.." He smiled just slightly.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 19, 2012 16:59:25 GMT -5
He hugged him back, reaching over to touch the boy's cheek as he pulled away. "I missed you too. You have a voice someone could really get used to." He leaned over, kissing his forehead gently. He straightened back up, taking in a breath. But it only caused his broken ribs to ache. So he took in a much shallower one.
"We can go sit in my office if you want. I'm not doing much. Vegas did most of it while I was gone."
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 19, 2012 19:54:04 GMT -5
Devon chewed on his lip, smiled again. "Okay," He murmured at the next words, taking his hand gently. He huffed, heading towards the back room after looking around a last time, absently trying not to let his arms be too noticeable.
He shook out his hair some as they stepped into the back room, and again he looked around curiously.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 19, 2012 20:12:51 GMT -5
Zander sat down in his chair, picking up the hospital band. It said he had been admitted a week and three days ago. He shrugged, putting it in his desk drawer, where he had put everything Vegas had ever put in his pockets.
"So.." He started highlighting random things on the sheets of paper, his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth. "You've been alright?" He glanced up at him, then back down at his papers.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 20, 2012 0:17:48 GMT -5
"Yeah," He mumbled, sitting down, picking at a scabbed letter on one arm absently. 'Fucked' was scrawled down the scarred surface. The other arm was written almost as neatly despite being cut with an opposite hand. 'Insanity'.
He stared quietly down at the floor. "I..went home to see Chrystian....Dylan locked me in my room with him...did stuff to me again.." He worked his jaw, gazing back at Zander.
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