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 Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 8:07 am
While Autumn lent him her phone, she did so with promise of hovering. All promises brushing off the affair as ‚just a work email‘, while convincing, failed to sway her to give Alois privacy. Thus, he kept the email short (also due to the great difficulties of typing messages on phones) to-the-point. Thumbs unused to the task stumbled over many a word, finding it auto-corrected frustratingly quickly, until he finished a short line that lacked mistake. Quote: Meet me at the Good Samaritan Hospital.
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Once again he lay against the sheets, his injured arm extended with a swath of bandages across his sutures, and his uninjured hand lay next to it while laden with IV tubes. Alois didn’t care much for the position as it cramped his shoulders terribly, but he found few options if he wanted to sleep on stomach or side. After a veritable project of maneuvering his IV stand, Alois finally found comfort in laying on his stomach without a tube across his back. The nurses objected to it often but he found a distinct lack of ******** to contribute to the situation.
Again, he resumed his sleep.Daekie totally shitty start for you
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 8:36 am
Alexis didn't look great, but altogether that was a difficult thing to specify, as in Alois' limited experience in their presence they'd never really looked particularly great. Harried, sure. Tired, maybe. Chipper? Hell no.
However, here, they looked particularly uncomfortable and out-of-place in the clean white of the halls. Their hair was down, cascading down their back, but otherwise they were dressed normally: tattered jeans, dirty sneakers, and an oversized hoodie. "Scholz," they greeted after a series of tongue clicks to wake him, raising a hand awkwardly. "Got your message." (They frowned at his arm, slightly, but didn't comment.) "You wanted me?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2016 9:56 pm
Alois stirred slowly; the German found it quite easy to sleep through the end of the world. Rousing for the riveting post-apocalyptic drama set to occur afterward, however, posed a much greater challenge. He roused with sleep still clinging to his eyes, dew-stricken and bleary. A hand reached to wipe away the last of the dreams and found it much too painful, while the other hand received the distinct pull of something buried more than skin-deep. Finally Alois’ consciousness caught up with his dilemma, and he sat up slowly while facing the headboard.
He wanted to turn toward Alexis, to adjust himself to face them fully, but the placement of the IV stand inhibited him for how the tube threatened to catch around his knee or pool in his lap. Instead he simply turned his head to the side, where he thought with certainty that his neck would kink before too long. There was little else to do about it.
Still blinking tiredly, he responded. „Yes, I wanted you. You were talking some nonsense about ‚ze only way to beat zem is to join zem‘, correct? And zat you were hoping I’d haf’ an answer for how to go about zat. What if I told you I found zat answer? Would you still want to pursue it despite potential costs?“ He eyed them then, searching for a flinch or a doubt or the ghost of reconsideration.
„What if I told you zat you’d go srough similar trials to my own?“
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2016 10:02 pm
Alexis' smile was forced, wan; they moved slowly to be by his bedside, dwarfed by the clean white of everything else in the room. "...'s what I figured, then. You already know my answer, Scholz. I'll do it." They reached up to their own face and pulled one lip up, exposing their still-shredded inner lips, the mouthful of sharp teeth more sharklike than anything found on humans in any natural sense.
"I almost gave Autumn a heart attack this mornin'. I'm a shitty friend and a shittier person." They dropped their lip, hands retreating into their hoodie pockets, the clothing in question bearing telltale bloodstains and wear that spoke of hard choices. "Whatever takes over my life, they don't have anything they can ******** up more than I've already done." And I think I'll deserve it, whatever happens, was the addition that went unsaid -- Alexis' averted eyes said it all.
"When can we do it?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2016 10:17 pm
“Sounds like I’ll haf’ a lot to do. But as some must build and laud ze tower of Babel, ze rest must dig ze pit of Babel. But, perhaps, even zat is too clean a cut. We shall see what becomes of it.
„My place is a difficult one - tradition binds my hand to ze remaking of you, but choice is left to me in how you are kept. Zere is a marked departure in zat, at least. But, haf’ a little patience - I’f never been placed in ze role of ‚teacher‘ before, and don’t know if I’ll be terribly effectif’. We shall try.“ With the swath of blankets having fallen off his back, Alois looked still and skeletal and weak on the bed. With his left hand, he plucked at the wad of tape securing the IV cannula to his hand, and afterward gripped its needle between his fingers. He drew breath, and braced while he looked to the wall before him.
„If you’re serious about starting, zen help me leaf’ ze hospital. Zey haven’t promised me to ze psych ward so I’m free to leaf’ as I see fit. You’ll help me get dressed and get me near Ozzer Ashdown. I need to speak wis’ someone so I can determine how best to begin.“ Finally he looked back to Alexis, daring for an answer, a yes, a plea to begin.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2016 10:25 pm
"I've had worse teachers. Long as you don't pull out a cigarette every time I do my history wrong, we're good." Alexis' voice was kept low, one hand remaining in their pockets, as they extended a helping arm to Alois (and their eyes had glazed over while he spoke about the tower of Babel, but that was typical Alexis, really). "I'd give you my hoodie, but I don't think it'd fit. Want it anyways? Don't worry 'bout gettin' out of here -- you're not the first moron I've ever had to sneak out of a hospital." There was no trace of sarcasm in their tone -- instead, it was half-fond, remembering something from years ago.
"...jus' try not to stick yer fingers near my mouth. I almost cut my own finger off. Come on, scarecrow man -- we've got places t'go, yeah?"Hetzer3i alexis 100% broke their brother out of a hospital once (it was a shitty hospital but it still counts). haha no health insurance. wanna timeskip @ the end of yr post or? surprised
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 12:54 am
Alois pulled his IV tube and immediately covered the wound with his palm, though blood leaked regardless. Thin rivulets dripped down the side of his hand and pooled underneath where they finally dropped to the tile, half-coagulated. In haste, Alois pressed the back of his hand to the bandages.
Carefully Alois slid off the bed and tried to balance himself. It worked mostly, with minimal wobbling. „If you expect me to help you, zen watch your tongue. And like I said, we don’t haf’ to sneak out of anywhere. Zough I’m not feeling terribly patient for ze discharge papers…“ He spied the doorway, half-waiting for a nurse to appear and chastise him for rising out of bed without good reason. „Just help me stay steady. Zat bag has my sings in it, by ze way, so I really don’t need to wear your disgusting hoodie. It looks like it hasn’t been washed in a couple weeks, and it smells like somesing died.
„And what was zat about your mous’?“ Alois shot her a lidded glance. „Just… Nevermind. Help me out already.“ He huffed; this was going to be a trial.daekie easier to just end it on my post and start a new rp. not a huuuge fan of timeskip. i'll write the start for it in a bit~
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