tony angel martyn
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I'll tell you now, I'm a lover not fighter, never have been never will.[RS:3=his Marc]
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Post by tony angel martyn on Apr 14, 2012 18:06:05 GMT -5
Tony just shrugged a little bit, shifting his weight in discomfort. How the hell had the guy stolen from the band room anyways? Mortal he could have killed him if he'd had the chance to shove at the thing anymore. He squirmed, hating the feeling of the blood on the bottom sheet. He wondered if the law did apply or not, considering the fact that he would always be sixteen.
He looked up as Tatcher came in. "Doin' okay.." He mumbled halfheartedly, hugged his pillow close and resting his head on it as he watched him quietly.
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Post by marcus owen foster on Apr 14, 2012 18:14:08 GMT -5
Marc rubbed Tony's chest gently, felt guilty he wasn't there to help him. He didn't even have the whole story, got a text from Britt at work saying he needed to get up to the hospital. He still had on his white button down shirt and black slacks, his bowtie undone and hanging around his neck.
"Well uh.." Thatcher reached into his back pocket, pulling out Tony's beanie. He sat the beanie and his M&Ms on his lap gently. "You dropped your beanie." He said quietly, chewing on his lip. It obviously bothered him seeing Tony like this. "Don't be too long in the hospital. I know someone who said they wanna try their hand at piano, and you're the only pianist that's good enough to me to refer to anyone."
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tony angel martyn
Angel
Angel
I'll tell you now, I'm a lover not fighter, never have been never will.[RS:3=his Marc]
Posts: 247
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Post by tony angel martyn on Apr 14, 2012 18:27:31 GMT -5
Tony covered Marc's hand with his own, a finger catheter on so it wouldn't have to be put elsewhere. He smiled faintly at Tatcher. "Thank you," He breathed, watching him. "Okay..." He knew once they got pictures printed and made sure nothing vital had been torn, he would be allowed to go. He tore open the bag of M&Ms, setting his beanie aside, and glanced at Zoey before looking up at Marc quietly.
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Post by marcus owen foster on Apr 14, 2012 18:50:48 GMT -5
Marc squeezed his hand gently, then moved to sit in a chair beside him. He waved goodbye to Thatcher, then pulled out his phone. He texted his boss, telling him to call in someone else. He put it back in his pocket, looking over at Britt. Britt was sitting on the floor, playing with his phone. Marc could only assume he was doing business. He doubted that Britt would miss a chance to have Zoey in his lap. He pulled out his phone and started flipping through his pictures.
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tony angel martyn
Angel
Angel
I'll tell you now, I'm a lover not fighter, never have been never will.[RS:3=his Marc]
Posts: 247
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Post by tony angel martyn on Apr 14, 2012 18:54:36 GMT -5
Tony held his hand tight, completely interested in the M&Ms considering the fact that he hadn't had the chance to actually eat lunch. He stretched a bit, realizing he wasn't bleeding as much, and glanced up as a nurse came in.
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Post by marcus owen foster on Apr 14, 2012 19:10:04 GMT -5
Marc texted his sister, sitting his phone in his lap. He chewed on his lip, glancing over at Tony. "How about me and Shaun go get everyone lunch, huh?" He asked, pulling out his wallet to check and see if he had his credit card on him. He put it back into his pocket, standing up and fixing his shirt. He fixed the tails of his shirt, glancing back at Tony. "What you want?"
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tony angel martyn
Angel
Angel
I'll tell you now, I'm a lover not fighter, never have been never will.[RS:3=his Marc]
Posts: 247
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Post by tony angel martyn on Apr 14, 2012 19:14:29 GMT -5
"Why you dressed so nice?" He smiled tiredly. "Mm...whatever you guys decide to get.." He watched Zoey get up and move to sit beside Britton, stretched his arms carefully over his head, painkillers kicking in. The nurse looked through the pictures. "Doesn't seem anything vital. We'll keep you until the bleeding stops and you feel alright to go."
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Post by marcus owen foster on Apr 14, 2012 19:22:27 GMT -5
"Me? Work. They transferred me to another bar for awhile. When I get back to the club I'll be back to blue jeans and band tees." He shrugged, looking over at the nurse. He was glad there wasn't anything wrong with him, leaned over when the nurse left and kissed him slowly.
"Food?" Britt asked suddenly, wrapping his arm around Zoey. He was obviously engrossed in what he was doing.
"Yeah, food. What you want?" He asked, looking up as Shaun knocked on the door.
"Knock knock. Where's the baby?" She asked playfully, smiling over at Tony.
"Yeah. Let me tell you. My boyfriend just gave birth." Marc said sarcastically.
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tony angel martyn
Angel
Angel
I'll tell you now, I'm a lover not fighter, never have been never will.[RS:3=his Marc]
Posts: 247
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Post by tony angel martyn on Apr 14, 2012 19:34:35 GMT -5
Tony scoffed. "I did not have a baby," He complained with a huff, rubbing at his bruised head. They said he probably had a minor concussion. He smiled up at her faintly, then over at the other two as Zoey curled up ahainst Britt's side. "Just a sandwhich or something," She murmured, playing with the insides of the peircings in her cheeks. She rubbed Britt's side gently, gazing up at the others.
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Post by marcus owen foster on Apr 14, 2012 20:11:21 GMT -5
"So.. Subs are good?" Shaun asked, and Marc pulled a notepad out of his back pocket.
"Britt?"
"Six inch. Turkey. Cheddar. Mustard and ketchup. No lettuce." He said, looking down at his phone.
"Shaun?"
"Uh.. Salad.." She mumbled, looking down at her flip flops.
He wrote down what he wanted, then turned to Zoey and Tony. He kissed Tony before he left, following Shaun out to her car. Marc came back a little while later, handing everyone their food. He sat down in his chair, texting Shaun a thanks before he started eating his sub.
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