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Post by caine johnson on Jul 11, 2012 17:30:29 GMT -5
Caine skipped over the parts of the song he forgot, throwing in his own little tune after awhile. His head sank back into the cushion, and his eyes starred up at the ceiling. After awhile, his hums stopped and his breathing slowed. He had fallen asleep after being up all night, exhausted from crying his eyes out.
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cory krysher christoper
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Post by cory krysher christoper on Jul 11, 2012 17:38:12 GMT -5
Cory kept curled up close, practically clinging to him for dear life as he slept. He grimaced occasionally, cheeks damp with the tears that fell in his sleep. Several hours passed before a whimper passed his lips and he gagged.
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Post by caine johnson on Jul 11, 2012 17:50:08 GMT -5
Caine blinked his eyes open, rubbing Cory's shoulders as he gagged. He leaned forward, rolling his shoulders as he started to feel the pain in his back. "Gah." He groaned and lifted Cory's head up so he could slip off the couch. His wings unfolding as he began to stretch.
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cory krysher christoper
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Panthera - Black Jaguar
I'm an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people.[RS:1]
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Post by cory krysher christoper on Jul 11, 2012 17:55:16 GMT -5
Cory clutched his stomach, watching Caine sleepily as the wings unfurled from his back. He rubbed at an eye, didn't feel good at all. A shaky breath passed his lips and he curled up tighter.
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Post by caine johnson on Jul 11, 2012 18:00:12 GMT -5
He glanced back at Cory, frowning as the boy clutched his stomach. His eyes travled the room, finding the trash can in the same spot as always. "Everything but this house changes..." Caine mumbled, and quickly grabbed it. He crouched down at the end of the couch, putting the trash can as close as possible. "You want some medicine?"
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cory krysher christoper
Panthera
Panthera - Black Jaguar
I'm an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people.[RS:1]
Posts: 57
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Post by cory krysher christoper on Jul 11, 2012 18:04:20 GMT -5
Cory swallowed, reaching to take the can as he gagged again. He just nodded before he was gripping at it, retching softly as his body convulsed, stress having not let the alcohol settke in his stomach.
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Post by caine johnson on Jul 11, 2012 18:12:29 GMT -5
Caine plucked another one of his curls before racing up the stairs. "Mo-...Mom, where's the medicine?" He called, looking through each of the doors to find them before just heading to the bathroom. "Medicine that settles stomach..." He mumbled, eyes looking through the cabinet. "Nevermind!" He grabbed the bottle of medicine and did a quick 180 before dashing back to the basement. "Oh, crap! I forgot water.." But he opened the bottle and handed over two pills to Cory. "I'll be right back." Caine took the steps two at a time.
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cory krysher christoper
Panthera
Panthera - Black Jaguar
I'm an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people.[RS:1]
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Post by cory krysher christoper on Jul 11, 2012 18:18:50 GMT -5
Their mother looked up in bewilderment as he ran back and forth.
Cory just rested his cheek on the arm of the couch, tapping two pills out, hesitating. He was so tempted to overdose...so tempted... but he didn't dare do that to them. Not now..
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Post by caine johnson on Jul 11, 2012 18:24:25 GMT -5
He filled a glass with water, trying not to spill any as he started back down the stairs. Caine offered the water out, and took a seat on the floor. His wings flapped behind him before settling down. It was back to being quiet. Barely anyone was speaking, or moving it seemed like. He bit his lip, studying Cory.
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cory krysher christoper
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Panthera - Black Jaguar
I'm an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people.[RS:1]
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Post by cory krysher christoper on Jul 11, 2012 19:18:48 GMT -5
Cory downed the pills with a swallow of water and curled up tight, closing his eyes. He drew in shallow breaths until the can next to him made him want to be sick again. He grabbed it and set it near the slider door, stumbling back to the couch again.
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