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Post by W h e l p z i e on May 20, 2010 19:43:08 GMT -5
.A FANCY MAN![/color] ---- He felt no remorse for his words, content with continuing to stare at the shuddered window. Apollo's hand tightened on the fabric of his clothes again, dirtied finger nails creating creases in the pristine sea of clean. He found it chuckle worthy that the boy's opening response was what was hovering on his own mind, just slightly too polite to voice it with the same amount of distress.
With the absence of another being, the TV came in clear as ever, and even amongst his hissy fit he couldn't help but listen to it. The shows had rolled over onto some other soapy, slightly more garbled and foreign then the previous. He stuck out a hand to grope for the remote, but as he assumed he could only stick out his arm parallel to the bed top - it was long below his reach. The freckled man all but roared, huffing as he slid down in the bed, brooding now. "Little brats," he settled with finally, growling as he tried to dull the pain in his head amongst the british babble going on screen.
Without anything to focus on, interest in the TV long gone, Apollo could only notice the pain he'd shot up through his shoulder to finger tips, and the dull ace that occupied his chest cavity to abdomen. He closed his eyes, pursing his lips in utter frustration, trapped in more ways than one. OOC;
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Post by a r s e n i c * on May 20, 2010 20:01:34 GMT -5
He was blind, paving a path of rage down the white-tiled hallway with no idea of where he was headed. He had no reason to be here anymore, not understanding what had caused Apollo's seeming hissy fit and writing it off as having pissed off the man in some way or form. It was mostly for his own sake that Lariss had even said anything, wanting to feel the slightest bit of kinship that he'd been denied all his life by people he couldn't relate to.
Bygones were bygones. It was best he leave the hospital and forget Apollo even existed, rather than continuously agonize over the blunt rejection.
"It's so... just... augh!" The teen, in the midst of his internal argument, narrowly avoided plowing a whitecoat over - wait.
Upon second glance, Lariss recognized him.
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Post by W h e l p z i e on May 20, 2010 20:11:55 GMT -5
.A APPLE A DAY![/color] ---- The call was irregular, drawing him across Europe to tend to a male they'd taken from a hit and run in front of a local coffee shop. It was his area, they'd said, the guy was a shifter. He'd smiled widely and accepted this fact, gathering up his bag and putting him across various towns in time to make it for the major operation to set his arm in place. Public transportation was a fantastic thing.
Ash was intently looking at the clip board in front his face, a block in the narrow white tunnels when a person brushed past, and without a thought he lifted his head to apologize, free hand moving to adjust his glasses that's relocated while his head had been bowed. Blue eyes blinked for a moment before he broke into a soft smile. He recognized the boy - he'd been the one he heard so much about earlier, the one that wouldn't take no as a answer.
"How do you do?" he asked kindly, pausing to offer out a hand to shake. It didn't take much to notice the boy was flustered about something, and with a glance to his watch, Ash figured he could spare some time. "Is there an emergancy?" OOC;
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Post by a r s e n i c * on May 20, 2010 20:20:53 GMT -5
He didn't expect to be spoken to.
"Er. No, there's no emergency. I'm just a little... upset right now. Sorry for running into you."
Lariss re-hefted his backpack, as it was slipping down his arm steadily as he weaved through the hallways - he couldn't continue like this, not as lost as he was. Something hit him though. Curiosity, craving for an answer, whatever, he wanted to know something from this doctor.
The boy shook his hand, seeming somewhat bipolar. In less than five seconds, he had gone from blinding rage to a sort of mellow depression, already feeling the encroaching timelessness.
"Sir. I have a question. The patient involved in the hit-and-run.. is he on some kind of mood-altering meds?" It was a stupid question, but he wanted to be reassured.
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Post by W h e l p z i e on May 20, 2010 20:34:13 GMT -5
.A APPLE A DAY![/color] ---- Ash nodded, understanding. He returned the shake, moving his hand to his sterling white coat's pocket once he broke away. He fiddled with the pocket fuzz before his fingers for a moment as he contemplated, not bothering to look at the papers that would clearly describe 'yes' or 'no' in his hand.
"If anything, he'd just be increasingly tired. But, a person with as many wounds and incisions as he has is bound to be in some pain. He did wake rather fast, so there may be a change in emotional state..." the albino explained casually, as if reading from a undergrads medical book. "Why? Did you experience a drastic change in behavior?" The doctor tapped his pointer finger to the side of his glasses, as if suddenly something rather deep had caught his attention and demanded he pondered it right at that moment. It was his position to question about his patient, but from what he heard of the teenager, he thought'd he said he had no relation to Mr. Apollo. 'Curiously curious.' OOC;
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Post by a r s e n i c * on May 20, 2010 20:59:46 GMT -5
"Well... no. I mean yes. I mean, I don't know. He got pissed and I guess I wasn't expecting it, so I was just wondering if maybe the meds or something..." This was hopeless. Lariss wanted to walk away, but something kept him from doing so. The man had a sort of comforting personality, kind but at the same time an individual.
"Thanks." .. somehow he figured he should at least go wait outside Apollo's door. It was a landmark, and even though he'd been dismissed it still felt like a betrayal to leave Apollo by himself.
... wait.
"Hey, my name's Lariss, by the way. Thanks for fixing Apollo up." He definitely hadn't looked fixable, bleeding on the cobblestones like that.
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Post by W h e l p z i e on May 21, 2010 16:00:53 GMT -5
.A APPLE A DAY![/color] ---- Ash listened as the boy vented, watching as he seemed to unwind from whatever fit he'd been having only moments prior. He drew his medical board closer to his side, padding a finger to it as the boy thanked him for the information.
"No need, it's my job to calm the concerned," he returned softly, as if talking to a elderly woman. Kind, it was meant to be comforting as he couldn't quite tell what was passing through the silver haired boy's anymore. The albino man had seen his share of understanding people, and his share of hysterically crazy. It was a precaution.
"I'm Doctor Ash Deshinelle," the blue eyed man introduced, trying still to sum up the color blast of a child that stood before him in the monotone hallway, a ray of odd explosion. "You are welcome, it's my pleasure to work with people, and I hope his recovery is swift." Common condolences. "But, you shouldn't be fretting either," Ash probed a bit, sticking a hand a bit out to the side, as if questioning, "he got very lucky with only a few bruised ribs, besides his arm. Collarbones heal nicely on their own - the only thing he's got to be concerned with is that arm of his. But I'm sure with support like yours, he'll be a-okay."
The doctor seemed proud of himself, standing straight with a beaming smile. Attitudes were contagious he believed, and this was how he operated. OOC;
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Post by a r s e n i c * on May 27, 2010 18:19:55 GMT -5
whenever your will starts crashing down... [/i][/center] He felt the last vestiges of his strength leave him, in vapors like an Air Wick commercial. It was a relief to hear his fears rationalized - he was never one to understand the fine workings of the human body, though he drew it often. " Thanks, Dr. Deshinelle," the teen mumbled kind of quietly, swaying the slightest on unsteady feet before pinching the inside of his elbow to keep himself awake. " I mean, for... everything." He unconsciously motioned with his other hand, weaving a sort of circle in the air to symbolize 'everything', though too mentally drained to really pay attention to what he was doing. " ..mm, I'm just gonna.. go back to Apollo's room now. Good luck with your other patients, Doctor," and it was obvious he really didn't know what to say, or was taxed beyond the point of mental intoxication. Resolutely, he turned from the man, starting his way down the hallway that he had come from. The reason he'd left in the first place was entirely beyond him now. [/color]
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Post by W h e l p z i e on May 27, 2010 19:09:43 GMT -5
.A APPLE A DAY![/color] ---- He smiled his response to the gratitude, a mixture of joy of being appreciated and seeing the boy lift in spirits himself. Ash tapped his medical board as Lariss mentioned moving back into the man's room, and he parted his lips in a moment of thought. "I shall be back in there myself in about a hour," the doctor informed from behind his half-dome glasses, "but please don't be afraid to ring if you see he needs anything sooner."
The Bobcat's hand moved to the air as if pulling down the brim of a hat, resting his hand then on the silverette's shoulder. "You're being a fine friend," he told him simply and then was gone, coat tailing behind him as he walked through the cleanly hallway, disappearing into the next ward over.
Once behind the large, thick doors that isolated the IC unit, the white haired man let out a content little sigh through his nose. He wasn't positive the visitor noticed the vibes he loosened with all his emotions, pure scent of a shifter tingling his nose as he conversed. Ash couldn't remember the last time he had the grace to meet two of his kind in one day, but it was a pleasing experience, and he continued on through the hospital with a irritatingly knowing grin. OOC;
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Post by a r s e n i c * on May 28, 2010 22:02:13 GMT -5
in the terminal she sleeps on my shoulder... [/size] "Righ'. Okay." Oh god, now he was slurring. Dimly aware of his probably drunken appearance, he lifted his hand in what would have been farewell - if one hadn't been clapped onto his shoulder immediately afterward. "Er. Thanks." He was a bit taken aback by the doctor's seeming comfortable air, the correct reason for it not even coming close to crossing his mind. Brushing it off as best as his taxed mind could, he found himself traveling down the stark white hallway as the doctor vanished, probably into anther ward. Within moments - what felt like a second to him - he was again standing in front of Apollo's closed door. Remembering why he had left, and feeling none the more enlightened for it, his hand drifted to grasp the doorknob as he leaned his head against the cool wood, feeling abandoned of any strength to go farther.[/color]
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Post by W h e l p z i e on Jun 1, 2010 19:37:10 GMT -5
.A FANCY MAN![/color] ---- His eyelids bumped shut, breaking away his heated stare he'd been holding with the lazy particles floating in the air. Apollo's lower lip was worried by his teeth, sore and raw already he couldn't help but think he deserved the added tenderness. The blond ran a tongue over the stitching again, wincing as it spiked through his nerves. He figured Lariss was long gone from the building now, as roughly ten minutes had passed (a whole set of commercials and then a rapid fight over who's baby she was carrying - he was almost brought to tears by the emotions) since he stormed out of the room, leaving the room tense in his wake.
A noisy breath escaped his lips, running moist air over his wound and creating a pleasant chill that atoned for the abuse. The conductor's son curled the fingers of his right hand, flicking them absently as he pinned back through his self-absorbed thoughts. Honestly, he couldn't tell a soul anymore what he believed to be the smaller boy's intentions from the start - but now he was fairly certain he had it narrowed down to one exact thought.
The Americans had done most the testing, he remembered learning, and his blood stemmed from military men working for that side. Desperate and reckless, they didn't care if it was foreigners they tampered with. England was short on souls that carried similar genes to his but meeting another brought him little delight. It meant more people knew, and from that a spread of other unwanted things. Although that cover was already blown, according to the chipper doctor. "Dammit," he hissed, scowling at the brash words that escaped his lips.
Green eyes went back behind cover, and Apollo continued his heated scowl from the darkness behind his eyelids, freckled face contorted in a mixture of grief and agony. OOC; and here's a recap of everything I've already said/done.
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Post by a r s e n i c * on Jun 8, 2010 15:00:35 GMT -5
my contracts are finally void and i am getting out.
The reason why he left the room came back to him in a flash of red spreading across his face, providing contrast to both the cool wood and his pale complexion.
"I'm such an idiot."
He chanted it to himself like a strengthening charm, bumping his head against the door with each round with enough force that it was probably heard inside.
"Idiot, idiot, you're an idiot, why don't you just lay down and die?"
Over-fatigue really killed his sense of mind. Giving up whatever he was doing - because it probably wasn't healthy - he slid down the door until his eyes were level with the doorknob.
"If you're an idiot, why don't you go in? Just do it."
The chill metal bit into his palm as he turned the device, listening to it click open and swing inward with the smallest push. Lariss didn't say anything, just stood and slipped in the room, shutting the door behind him, and made his way to a chair in the corner. Resolutely ignoring Apollo, he flopped down onto the padding and closed his eyes.
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Post by W h e l p z i e on Jun 8, 2010 18:05:14 GMT -5
.A FANCY MAN![/color] I'm being swear-y again.---- The soft noise coming from the door caused him to slowly flutter back, teeth still poised over the row of stitching on his lower lip. Apollo hissed under his breath as he broke at the skin again, but he was too flustered to actually come to his senses to stop. Briefly he held in a breath as the noise faded, curiosity sprinkling out before him. Slowly approaching the conclusion the building must be drafty, next to jostling doors and the way all warmth was slowly escaping his body, the blond jolted when the door swung open.
The Brit scowled instantly. He watched with a scowl as Lariss slinked across the room, his own lip jutted in something of anger beneath his freckled face. Apollo's green eyes held all his displeasure, and as long as the boy was set on ignoring him, the blond figured he could very well play that game, too. Age be damned.
By now blood had formed in a perfect droplets on his lip, swelling back up each time his tongue swooped them away, face distorting with the iron laced tang in conjunction with the repetitive action. Something fierce rolled off his mouth, distorted by flesh and motion, still holding his displeasure with both lip and boy with the mumbled word. OOC; Even though headache inducing, I need a reason to still be scowling in your direction. :'D REASON MADE~!
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Post by a r s e n i c * on Jun 8, 2010 18:31:45 GMT -5
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's to dying in anothers arms; and why i had to try it It's to jimmy eat world and those nights in my car - when the first star you see may not be a star - "I'm not your star," Isn't that what you said? ...what you thought this song meant? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lariss opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling that hadn't seemed to change at all during the time he was asleep. Neither had the TV - the same program, a hideous sitcom, played across the screen that took up a small corner of the room.
Must be a marathon.
He stopped letting his eyes wander as they reached the metal foot of Apollo's hospital cot, still in the immature state of mind that didn't want to forgive the man for his outright rejection.
The younger was the idiot of the two, anyway.
Teeth opened in a small yawn, disfiguring the teen's face for an instant as he stretched his jaw, leaning forward a bit. The stiffness of his left leg - the one he'd slept on - bothered him, but he couldn't do much in the way of fixing it besides shifting his weight, the resulting noise being loud enough to not be passed off as sounds of sleep.
He froze, rather childishly, like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar.
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Post by W h e l p z i e on Jun 9, 2010 8:26:26 GMT -5
.A FANCY MAN![/color] ---- Apollo hadn't noticed the boy had fallen asleep until it was pointed out to him with a laugh by the albino doctor who'd chosen to come in a hour later. Dr. Deshinelle moved around lazily, a small amused smile plastered on his face despite the air kept in the blond's room. The pangolin hadn't realized he'd obtained a wash cloth from the bathroom until the coldness was pressed to his face, wiping away the excess blood that had come to pool around the stitches in his lip.
"Please refrain from touching those, Mr. Apollo," Ash informed him, setting the soiled washcloth on the table beside him. "Otherwise you may come out with a scar. The stitching really is superb."
Apollo didn't take recognition to the words besides a small wiggle of his head, accompanied by a scalded look as if he'd just been snapped. Still feeling ten years younger, the thought almost made him cry, be after a moment he figured he was just getting exhausted. A cry almost escaped him when Ash produced medicine, three separate caplets that would take away the unholy hell. He didn't even ponder where the Styrofoam cup of water had come from, just taking in with the doctor's help alongside the medication. It left a bitter taste, but he figured that, too, was worth it all. "Thank you," he praised, a bit more in character than he'd been all afternoon, settling his injured arm closer to his body.
"All in a days work," Ash responded coolly, moving the water from his own hand and into Apollo's where it rested on his chest, the extent of range he could manage. This however didn't discourage the doctor, who produced another object with a sweep of his hand. He placed the straw in the cup, smiling slyly at the face Apollo made. "A little bit of effort will not harm you," the albino teased, poking along the various components that were embedded into his skin. It tickled as the needles moved, and the patient gave a lazy smile.
The doctor suddenly excused himself and Apollo gave a nod, green gaze following his path out. Slowly, he shifted his body back over to stare stiffly in Lariss' direction, cup still squished in his own hand. He'd given up on bothering to create a motive for the boy to even return, and he figured he'd receive it once he came back around, if he didn't run away. The blond had grown tired of the 'I don't see you game' almost as instantly as he had begun to play it either, the time in between just filled with silence and the rattle of the TV.
"I bring a gift from the gods," Ash announced loud enough to gain the attention he wanted, backing into the room with a large try in his hands. On top of it was several food items, all mostly bland and all nothing that would spoil anytime soon. He scooted the rag over to place it on the table, moving that aswell so it was just at his hip and in range of a outward motion of his right side. Apollo almost deflated completely at that, his stomach having been forgotten since the coffee he had at the cafe. Thanking the doctor as he finally bid farewell and left, the blond craned his neck to sip his water tediously through the straw.
By the time Lariss came around, the medication had kicked in and sent him into a comfortable haze, head limp to the right, his cup still sitting in the middle of his lap where it was held loosely, straw titled backwards. Blond lashes weren't quite closed, giving a crescent moon of green from between them above the relaxed span of freckles.
The TV had turned into night time noise, non disruptive as it babbled on above his head. When the noises fluctuated, something tickled him awake, causing only enough distress for a stiff movement of his own body. His hand tilted to the left as he found a new spot on the noisy sheets, causing a sudden stream of moisture to dribble over the bruised finger tips of his left side.
"Mgh," Apollo groaned, struggling in the bed for a moment until he reached something of awareness, lifting his head slightly in confusion. A small sigh escaped his lips as he tossed the cup over the side of the bed, where it nestled on the floor beside the TV remote at the base of the stand that held his tray of food, still untouched. Emerald eyes had traced the path to the floor, brain only caught up in the mishaps of a disposable cup. The pangolin was about to sneeze when he realized the shape in the corner wasn't just hospital furnishings, and everything of the previous day became aware to him again. Instantly he shut his mouth, watching his coffee contributor with a soft look, not mixed with anything but a sense of weakness. He'd given up way before on the childish game. OOC; So little of that pertains to you, LOL. No time to proof read, sorry.
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