jayson thomas christopher
Angel
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 Jul 10, 2012 22:23:29 GMT -5
Jayson was only half listening, wondered if the people who died of old age stayed old or not. He glanced at him. "Huh..? Oh..sure.." He mumbled, picking at another nail since his thumb was sore.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Jul 10, 2012 22:30:15 GMT -5
Tripp bounced over to the house he shared with his mom, and one day his dad. He smiled up at Jayson, then walked over to a little table in the corner before he walked back, holding up a picture. "Look. It's daddy."
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jayson thomas christopher
Angel
This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
Posts: 395
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Jul 10, 2012 22:36:45 GMT -5
"Aw," He murmured, vaguely recognized the face, and figured they must live in Estenburg. He looked around the house quietly, felt sick and upset and just wanted to curl up to sleep.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Jul 10, 2012 22:42:35 GMT -5
"Saint Peter says he's okay. Mommy gets to ask him once a week how daddy's doing." He bounced to the back of the house to the spare bedroom that probably would have been for the baby had it been born. "You wanna go to sleep? The bed is all soft." He said, bouncing over to it.
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jayson thomas christopher
Angel
This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
Posts: 395
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Jul 10, 2012 22:49:55 GMT -5
"That's cool," Jayson mumbled, wandering after him. "Sure..." He just wanted to be left alone, wanted tomorrow to come on earth so he could go. But he knew he would have to stay away, watch his own funeral play out. Because he wasn't going straight home to his family. He had to find Nevada first.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Jul 10, 2012 22:54:05 GMT -5
"Okay. You go to sleep and I'm gonna go find my mommy." He told Jayson, gently closing the door behind him before he bounced out of the house in search of his mother.
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jayson thomas christopher
Angel
This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
Posts: 395
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Jul 10, 2012 22:57:21 GMT -5
Jayson watched him go, thinking at least it was good nothing could hurt him here. Usually.
He curled up in the bed, surprised at its comfort, and curled up. Soon enough, he had cried himself to sleep.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Jul 10, 2012 23:03:03 GMT -5
Nevada had slept until Nixon yanked him out of bed, telling him he needed to get up. Nevada started crying when he realized it was Jayson, and that his hip was hurting horribly. "Jayson.." He cried, holding his head in his hands.
"Oh, shut up and get dressed. The cops are looking for you." Nixon told him, and Nevada could vaguely hear the TV from the next room. 'Nevada Hanson, last seen at the town's mall, is wanted for murdering his boyfriend, Jayson Christopher, just days ago. Any informa-'
"I DIDN'T KILL HIM YOU KILLED HIM!" Nevada screamed, tugging at his hair as tears fell down his cheeks. "YOU KILLED MY JAYSON!"
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jayson thomas christopher
Angel
This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
Posts: 395
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Jul 11, 2012 0:02:34 GMT -5
Jayson stirred some time later, and woke up crying softly. He didn't know what fucking birds to listen for, didn't care. He got up and stumbled out of the house, passing Tripp outside, headed to Saint Peter. "I gotta go back...you gotta let me go back..." He sobbed.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Jul 11, 2012 0:17:51 GMT -5
"You can leave as soon as you let Jourdan fix your wings. She'll only take a second." He told him. "Literally."
Nevada started sobbing trying to pull away from Nixon. But he was yanked back, pills shoved down his throat. He tried coughing them up, but it didn't work. He sobbed, pushing Nixon away with little strength, his eyelids feeling heavy and his body feeling heavy. "No.. Lemme go.."
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