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Post by trayce stanford collins on May 11, 2012 10:24:53 GMT -5
Trayce bit his lip as he looked around the alley, then down at a shivering Colton. He had got sick out of nowhere, Trayce unaware of his argument with the devil the night befire, his refusal to do what he was ask leaving him punished like so.
Trayce wandered to the dumpster and pulled it forward some, fishing through the things crammed in the little crevice behind it, pulling out their only blabket, ratty with holes. It wasn't much.
He crouched by Colton as the other male coughed softly, draped the thin anket over him and brushed his hair back off his forehead. He had no medicine, no money for medicine. "It's okay, Colt.. Just rest."
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Post by britton "britt" markus roberts on May 12, 2012 1:21:44 GMT -5
Britt was walking down the sidewalk, his attention focused on his phone which was pretty much all he had besides his truck. He added another touch to the tattoo he was working on, stopping long enough to step out of Blake's way as she darted down the sidewalk.
'Pregnant and running her ass off. Shame on her.' That evil voice said in his head, and he rolled his eyes.
'She can do what she damn well pleases, pregnant or not.'
'You wouldn't know, now would you? You can't get anyone pregnant. Knox has a baby he doesn't even want-'
'Knox wants his son. Jack's mother didn't want him.' Britt retorted, was shoved into an alleyway by someone running past. He almost tripped on one of the trashcans, ending up slamming into the wall across from the two guys in the alley.
"Bastard.." He muttered, and only got laughing in return. "He okay?" He asked, tucking his phone into his pocket before it got ruined.
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Post by trayce stanford collins on May 12, 2012 1:29:45 GMT -5
Trayce jumped as somebody stumbled into the alley, watching him warily. Colton opened red eyes to gaze at him, then coughed and closed them again, sniffling and rubbing at his nose.
Trayce gazed down at him, biting at his lip. "He's sick.." He mumbled, watching Colton curl up beneath the trashy blanket. He rubbed at his nose again, sweat sticking hair to his forehead. From where Trayce was crouched, he reached over to brush it back tenderly. "We don't have a way of getting medicine.." He admitted.
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Post by britton "britt" markus roberts on May 12, 2012 1:34:35 GMT -5
Britt couldn't deny that he got a chill up his spine when the guy looked at him, assumed he must be a demon too. 'Sold my soul for a kid I'll never have..' He thought, thinking that love and money have to be the stupidest things to ever sell your soul over. Not that selling it isn't pointless to begin with. But at least his cancer had magically disappeared.
"I know how that is.. I live out of my truck." He said, drawing his lips together in a it-is-what-it-is look. He pulled out his wallet, handing him the fourty dollars he had on him. "Go get him something to get better."
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Post by trayce stanford collins on May 12, 2012 1:39:33 GMT -5
Trayce blinked, clearly stunned. "Thank you.." He huffed, taking it with hesitance before looking down at Colton. Fourty was a lot more than they usually lived off of. He scampered off, heading to the drug store to get some things, then some cheap crackers and a sandwich, making sure not to spend too much.
Colton looked back up again, pushing his hair away to reveal that one eye was not a full red, but clouded over and faitly tinged blue still. He tilted his head since he couldn't see him, studied him a moment before closing his eyes again.
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Post by britton "britt" markus roberts on May 12, 2012 1:45:56 GMT -5
Britt just decided to sit, very well couldn't leave him alone here while he was sick. He knew Satan was torturing him. He was good at torturing people. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, starting to work on the tattoo again. He finished it and sent it to Knox for him to check it and color it before he looked at his list of requests. He started on the next one, a simple anchor. He used his stylus to make small, neat strokes.
"So what did you deny him this time for him to want to torture you?" He asked, looking up to make sure his friend wasn't coming back before he started to work on his sketch some more.
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Post by trayce stanford collins on May 12, 2012 1:53:28 GMT -5
Trayce grabbed a bottle of water and headed to the checkstand, checking out before starting up theroad. He paused when he ran into somebody he worked with.
Colton opened his good eye a slit, huffed. "I was supposed to go bother some teen in the hospital who killed a bunch of kids... He's some sort of demon or something, but can't hear Hades." He shrugged, clearing his throat. "I'm not gonna punish some mentally impaired kid that doesn't know any bet- agh...!" He wrapped his arms around himself with a shaky breath, sightless eye burning as if it were being harmed all over again, stomach twisting and growing upset. He gagged and then eased up with a soft breath, lying his head back down on the pavement.
'I'll just punish you instead, then.'
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Post by britton "britt" markus roberts on May 12, 2012 2:01:17 GMT -5
Britt pocketed his phone, crawling over to him. He gently ran his fingers through his hair, chewing on the lipring in his lip. "I wouldn't have either.. It's okay.." But if it meant that this boy wouldn't be in pain anymore, he was certainly considering it. But he knew that wasn't how it worked. And he also wondered how much longer it would be before he received another punishment.
"You wanna come sit in my lap? It feels better when you're all curled up.." He mumbled. It didn't feel much better, but it helped a little. He was starting to get a headache, knew that it was torture for helping the boy. But he wasn't going to have to hurt alone. He had spent too many nights hurting alone.
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Post by colton denada strosteven on May 12, 2012 9:36:30 GMT -5
Colton coughed softly as he sat up, carefully climbing into his lap. He shivered despite his fever, pulling the thin, ratty blanket close and closing his eyes. He rubbed at his sightless one, that painful memory lingering, stomach hurting now on top of it. 'Fucker,' He thought bitterly, cringing as his stomach cramped up again.
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Post by britton "britt" markus roberts on May 12, 2012 14:37:18 GMT -5
Britt wrapped his arms tightly around him, hugging him close. He reached up, gently running a hand through his hair a he hoped it would make him feel netter. He hated seeing him or anyone like this because he knew the pain. "Just close your eyes.." He breathed, rocking him gently. He rubbed his back gently, occasionally running a hand through his hair.
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