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Post by a r s e n i c * on Jun 9, 2010 9:35:22 GMT -5
no more, it can not wait, i'm yours, hmmmm. He watched the Styrofoam cup bounce and roll a short distance until it came to rest next to the table, still frozen like a jackrabbit - and noted the obvious lack of noise from Apollo, who was looking at him, a look like fluffy goslings.
Screw it.
"Hi." That was really all he could say, and didn't even accompany the verbal greeting of a sort with any kind of hand gesture. It was Apollo's place to greet him or turn him away, and Lariss didn't know which he would do.
He also wondered whether he was high on medication.
"You, uh... want to change the channel?" It was a neutral enough topic, but the boy watched the older's expression carefully for some kind of rage forewarning.
Call him paranoid.
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Post by W h e l p z i e on Jun 9, 2010 9:57:50 GMT -5
.A FANCY MAN![/color] ---- A long whistle of a sigh escaped his lips, running air over his healing gashes that were bestowed in his lip. Apollo didn't return the greeting, and judging from the weak light trickling from the shuddered window beside him, it couldn't be much past day break. He let his gaze rest on the neatly stacked pieces of toast, and the little plastic containers beside them marked 'jam' and depicted with various nauseatingly cute fruits. The blond stared at the bubbly grapes for a moment, before letting his voice return from where it's gone into sleeping hours before.
"... If you wouldn't mind," the pleasantness was forced, and his tone was rather flat, giving no indication of pleasure or anger from the question. Apollo wasn't giving the TV any attention beyond accepting the noise of squeaky female actresses bickering on about something or another. His hand moved over the edge, a single finger pointing downwards in the direction of plastic and Styrofoam beside the table leg. Stiffly he moved out of the gesture, lifting his hand on top of the polished, sterile wood, dragging the same finger along the lip of the tray until he reached the corner. Giving Lariss no further attention, he tugged it for his body, carefully scooping a single piece of toast into his hand, crumbs falling over his hideous gown.
He'd wait for the boy to say whatever he had obviously wanted to say the previous night, because there was no wiggle room for an apology from himself. Apollo saw no reason to give one, not even with the amount of hurt the boy had seemed to carry. OOC; This is stupidly worded but no time to fix it.
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Post by a r s e n i c * on Jun 9, 2010 15:31:32 GMT -5
i hope to hell this is the last time i ever hurt.
"Right.." he stifled an awkward cough as he stood up on one numb foot, nearly toppling before leaning all of his weight on the other leg. In somewhat of a strange pattern, he limp-walked his way to the side table, propping himself on the wood as he handled the splayed controller next to the pile of toast.
The thought of food made his stomach turn, and he looked at the TV instead, flipping through the channels to find something less sitcommy.
Reality show, self-help network, diet show, infomercial, soccer - he settled on the news for lack of anything else, being the only daybreak program that would satisfy for background noise. Flipping the volume up a few notches, in case a story caught his attention, he deposited the slim black remote where it had lain.
After retrieving the Styrofoam cup from the floor, he chucked it in the general direction of the small closed garbage can in the corner - closed for the sake of sanitation, but he didn't really feel up to walking over there to really throw the container away. As a solution to having to walk all the way back to the other side of the room with his asleep leg - that was now garnering pins and needles, fantastic - Lariss stood just against the wall a suitable distance from the small cot.
"So, uh.. how are you feeling?"
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Post by W h e l p z i e on Jun 9, 2010 17:05:22 GMT -5
.A FANCY MAN![/color] ---- Apollo focused on nibbling the corner of his toast, the only part close enough to his mouth to actually be consumed. His elbow was sore, covered in bandages were the skin had broke from skidding, keeping him perfectly limited. The change in volumes between each station made his brain pound inside his head, turning into a dull thud when the upbeat narrator was finally settled upon without his consent. However he was fine with that, approving of the boy's choice. It gave him more reason to stare at the TV.
"I feel like I went through a bloody meat grinder," the blond responded honestly, throwing the remaining half of his toast back onto the tray beside the minuscule containers and applesauce. Although the medication had taken away the bite and created a overall drowsy feeling, under it all his body felt exhausted, something pills couldn't take away. It didn't help mental anguish was a fine room mate with his organs, tinkering away across all his nerves. Truthfully, it was starting to get to him, but he wasn't looking to ask Lariss for help anymore.
Because finding a wardrobe, a place to stay, making it home safely without knowing where your money went and a train schedule for a rarely seen locomotive were all fairly easy tasks when you're immobile. OOC;
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Post by a r s e n i c * on Jul 2, 2010 17:25:06 GMT -5
It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie, the moment to live and the moment to die.
"Right. Um." God, he was horrible at this. Granted it was his first time placed in such a situation, but it was still excruciating to stop and listen to the emptiness punctuated only by the dim whisper of the news and both of their breathing.
A hand drifted up to pinch the bridge of his nose in an unconscious gesture of frustration, clearly not knowing what to do. He shot a cursory glance at Apollo, who looked utterly exhausted and just beaten.
"Are you sure you don't.. need anything?" Damn social awkwardness. It was horrible in this kind of situation.
Feeling the gentle seizing of his leg muscles, he decided he should probably sit down - and hauled the chair that he'd been snoozing in over seven or eight feet to still be within sight of the (bed) TV. Slouching down into it, he realized his backpack was somewhere that wasn't next to him - which gave rise to a sudden search, rocking forward to check under the chair and around the room somewhat feverishly.[/blockquote][/color]
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Post by W h e l p z i e on Jul 2, 2010 17:49:28 GMT -5
.A FANCY MAN![/color] ---- The freckled man moved to roll his shoulders, grimacing at the tightness that had taken to settling in. This was getting ridiculous again, Apollo had noted already. It was apparent the boy was either frightened still of what he would return with, or completely unsure of what to do. He figuring a mixture of both, the image of the boy's transformation still stuck in his head. "...There is something I could use..."
Soft blue eyes moved sideways, watching with distaste as the boy began to upturn the room. Apollo was poised to ask what he was looking for, scanning over the youngster's being as if he'd turned completely deranged. Oh. Lariss was devoid of his smudged bag that'd been with him on the cafe table days before up until his arrival the earlier morning. The blond couldn't remember the last time he'd seen it, and with a pang, remembering how protective he'd become of it while tending to coffee, the pangolin sounded, "Did you leave it outside?" OOC;
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Post by a r s e n i c * on Jul 12, 2010 21:24:20 GMT -5
make your decision and don't you dare think twice. go with your instincts along with some bad advice.
"Don't think so. I don't remember." He had a feeling it was in this room, though - sliding off his chair onto the floor, he scanned beneath all of the furniture for a signature shoulder handle. Propelling himself along with the tip of his sneaker, he half army-crawled to the other side of the room to look from there.
He was damn protective of that bag, that was for sure.
"Hey- there it is!" It was behind his chair, against the post, which explained why he hadn't seen it at first. His relief was overwhelming as he practically sprinted across the room to retrieve his backpack, only now realizing he hadn't given thought to Apollo's first line.
"Something? What's that? Just tell me and I'll see what I can do - it is kind of my fault in that half-associated way; like, I could have distracted you and the rush hour would have faded or I could have walked you out or gotten you another cup of coffee or-"
He shut his mouth abruptly, clinging to his almost-lost bag. Gotta stop rambling.
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Post by W h e l p z i e on Jul 15, 2010 16:19:41 GMT -5
.A FANCY MAN![/color] ---- Apollo watched the boy skitter around the room in his panic, only offering up a watchful gaze as he shifted in a sitting position, drawing his arms into his lap as good as he could manage. He was just lacking energy by now, so he rewarded Lariss' fruitful search with a click of his tongue behind parted lips. "Good, can't have you loosing that now..."
The blond winced, shaking his head at the fellow shifters sudden rumble. His eyes did the scolding, deciding against chiding the others words, the look on his face doing enough to kill Apollo on the inside. "... The doctor said I'll be out tonight just before visitor's hours end. I need favors based around that. I'll provide the money if you do the foot work." Reaching out and detaching interest from Lariss, Apollo resumed his nibble-sigh pattern in eating his toast, continuing his state of 'I'm looking anywhere but at you' he'd acquired the previous night. "... and I don't want you to do it out of pity, Lariss." OOC;
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