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Post by devon splyce parker on Apr 6, 2012 0:22:01 GMT -5
Devon huffed. "Okay.." He mumbled, suddenly nit interesting in feeling anymore. So he just...didn't. Under so much emotional stress, he shut down. Expressionless baby blue eyes took in the others, and he scooted closer to Zander, playing with his hand before lifting it, kissing the bruises on his wrist. "Not okay.." He repeated under his breath, staring down inti his lap.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Apr 6, 2012 0:30:13 GMT -5
Zander turned his hand over, looking at the finger shaped bruises littering his arms. He didn't want to talk about it, had had entirely too many run in's with death to be comfortable. He had narrowly avoided it this time, had died if Vegas hadn't come banging on his door when he didn't show up for work.
"This isn't okay. Don't do this to anyone. Don't let anyone do this to you. It's not okay. But I'm going to be okay because I have you to live for." He kissed his forehead gently, then closed his eyes.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Apr 6, 2012 0:34:47 GMT -5
Devon bit his lip. "Okay..." He whispered shakily, tired. He had to get up tomorrow, court they said. He didn't even know what he was expected to do, didn't fully understand what it meant for someone who killed and ate fourteen turned up kids so far. He continued playing with Zander's hand, raising his head to look at Mat again.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Apr 6, 2012 0:44:24 GMT -5
Zander rubbed his side gently with his free hand, not daring to take away the one Devon was playing with. He was tired, his face hurt, and he honestly would prefer being at home. But he had to be here for Devon, no matter what it took. He yawned, resting his head on the back of the chair.
"I'm in so much pain.." He mumbled, and heard Mat get up and come back with two cups, one with some pain medicine and the other with water. He took them carefully from the boy, swallowing them down before setting the empty cups in his lap, and wrapping his arm around Devon again.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Apr 6, 2012 0:55:36 GMT -5
Devon looked over at him. "You don't wanna be here.." He mumbled. He continued playing with his fingers, staring down at the floor. "You should go sleep..." He himself yawned. Tomorrow would be a long day, all he knew was he might get in a lot of trouble if they didn't accept his story.
His grip tightened. "I don't wanna go tomorrow..."
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Post by zander trey brooks on Apr 6, 2012 1:01:12 GMT -5
"O-ow.." He breathed, gently prying Devon's hand away. He laced their fingers together, then wrapped his arm around him again. "I just don't like hospitals, is all. They have uncomfortable chairs and the nurses are rude and wear too short of skirts and it smells like bleach. It's not you, it's the hospital." He stretched his legs out in front of him, patting his leg.
"Come lay on me and go to sleep, okay? I'll wake you up if the nurses come out." He said, pulling Devon's face close to kiss him gently.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Apr 6, 2012 1:13:42 GMT -5
"I'm sorry.." Devon whispered, voice cracking. He was so tired of hurting people. Exhausted, mentally drained, and curled up on the chair, head in Zander's lap, grip loose on his hand now. "You gonna be there tomorrow Zander..?" He mumbled, but didn't wait for an answer, eyes closing, breaths slow and deep. He peeked out from closed eyelids at Mat a last time, managing a faint smile, but was soon asleep anyway.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Apr 6, 2012 1:20:49 GMT -5
"Of course I will, baby." He said, running his fingers through Devon's hair. He was sure he was asleep after awhile and turned to Mat.
"Just me and you, huh?" He asked, and Mat shrugged. He tossed Mat his car keys. "I got a deck of cards in the car."
Mat walked out and found the cards, then walked back in, handing his keys back. He cleared off the table, pulling it closer to them. He shuffled the cards, then dealt them out. And soon, the two were playing a drowsy game of go fish.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Apr 6, 2012 1:27:45 GMT -5
Devon stirred faintly, hand twitching occasionally, lips parted to reveal sharp teeth, though they were still human size.
A good hour or two passed before a tired looking Dylan padded down the hall, upper chest wrapped in gauze to protect his stitches, left arm in a sling, mainly for support. He was allow to remove it as needed at long as he was careful.
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mathieu 'mat' darren blank
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Grim Reaper's Assistant
I think the hero dies in this one..[RS:4=Dylan for all eternity.]
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Post by mathieu 'mat' darren blank on Apr 6, 2012 1:33:31 GMT -5
Zander had fallen asleep, his cards dropped on the table. Mat was curled up in his chair, almost asleep when he saw Dylan. He started crying again, seeing how broken he was. But he got up and walked around the table, pulling Dylan's face close to his. He kissed him slowly, drawing the kiss out as long as he could.
"Thank God.." He breathed, looking up at him. He stroked his cheeks gently, biting his lip. "I'm so glad you're okay.. I've never been so scared in my life.."
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