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Kaito Ryuu
|| Married || Twenty Three (23) || 183 Lbs || Wearing ||
Thinking⇨ ??
With⇨Alone
Eyebrows drew together tightly as the man began to stir. His eyelids where heavy, well no his whole body was heavy and stiff. He tried moving small first, curling his toes or fingers. Slowly his eyes fluttered opened wincing at the brightness of the room. He squinted his eyes and sat up, hissing in pain. His head stared to pound right away. What the hell had happened. Where was he. How? He tired to think, tried to remember but he couldn't, every time he tired his headache increased. His eyes darted around, still squinting as he tired to deduce where he was. His hand hovered over his right hip where his gun should be but he noticed it not there. His clothing had been changed. He closed his eyes and sighed, swinging his legs over the bed he had been resting in for, well who knows how long. He winced in pain and rubbed the back of his neck. His mouth was dry and had a stale taste to it. He stood up and started to walk over to the door, his legs where shaky as if they had forgotten how to hold him, his muscles ached with stiffness. There was a sudden tug and he looked at his arm to see he was hooked up to an IV. He cocked his head to the side and looked around the room again. He was in the hospital? How, when? Did Lysander know? God, when was the last time he had seen Lysander? More importantly how the hell did he get here? Kaito sat himself back down on the bed and took in the unfamiliar surroundings. He wanted to grab the clip bored that was at the edge of his bed but he reading would hurt, he knew because he had tried to read what he was hooked up to and his head just pulsated as a response. How long had he been out though? His mind drifted back to Lysander, the poor man must be worried sick, considering the last time Kaito was in a hospital Lysander had put him there. Kaito sighed and laid back down on his back, clasping his hands together letting them rest on his stomach. he closed his eyes and started to gnaw on his lower lip, stopping the action right away, his lip was sore, if only he could remember why. One More Day [OOC:] |
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 10:07 pm
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✗ Bree
✗ Shared link:
✗ Is in human form
✗ Link to journal: none currently
✗ More Action/ Driving
✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming
✗ Today's deadline: --
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Pft- What?! A-A bar?! The wolf sighed abruptly, looking at the brunette with a brief smile. How was she still managing to be such a dork? "Thanks." He chuckled emptily, knowing he still needed that drink. It was stupid to revert to drinking when things went wrong, but he needed a brief escape right now. Looking down at the card, he tapped it against his fingers. He wasn't going to make it a habit, he didn't have to pleasure or the leniency to be that selfish anymore. For Sela alone, he was facing every problem for her rather than himself. Because, the whole house fell when the foundation was shaken. He could be a good father, his little girl was going to have him in her life no matter what. Whether he was with Lillian, or back in England. The wolf hid his pained wince. Better yet, he should focus on Aubrey. He touched her hand. "I'll call Finn for you, okay?" He didn't like seeing her eyes so listless, and it translated into her whole person.
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $338.75』
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"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 10:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 10:59 pm
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✗ Bree
✗ Shared link:
✗ Is in human form
✗ Link to journal: none currently
✗ More Action/ Driving
✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming
✗ Today's deadline: --
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Tyrese stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. There was just...no response from Bree, she was like a marionette. The wolf sighed heavily, taking his phone and clutching it in his hands as he marched downstairs to the lobby. It was mostly empty, but a heavy gloomy still rested on everything. It might be just him, the fact that he was staring at Finn's number on his screen. A missed call from him, several from Lillian- The voice messages were just seconds long, none even coming close to a minute in time as they sat there. It gave him a bad feeling. He hesitated, and dialed Finn. He could listen to the voice mail, at least, and delete them the moment she said what he didn't want to hear. He just had to make sure she was -physically- okay too, and Sela. But first, that woman should be with her husband. Finn should know what was going on, it's not like Ty was sparing them from what risk they were facing. Especially to be keeping Finn away right now. He nervously tapped his foot after the first ring, his arms crossed over his chest as he began to feel sick all over again. He still held the card, hoping he could find the words to tell his best friend. He couldn't say this over the phone, he just had to get him here and with Bree. The explanation could come later. Just answer your phone, Finn. Tyrese wasn't what she needed, he wasn't the one supposed to be by her side. He could stand here and support both of them, if possible, but Finn should have been told sooner. He just...he couldn't think straight anymore.
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $338.75』
『Temper┋Stress┋Happiness lvls:✎✎✎✎✎[/color┋✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎』
"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 11:01 pm
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Lillian's Outfit: Packing ║ Sela's Outfit: Polka Dots
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"LYSANDER!" she screamed as she continued to fight against him. She felt her brother push against her back, and grunted as she was forced forward, her knees bending. Dammit! Why was he being so pushy? It's not like he cared about people before. Why couldn't she just go back home? This was such a bad idea. Why had she bothered listening to him? He was just going to get her into even more trouble! Growling lowly, she was about to fight back when she heard a tiny voice speak up. "Mommy..." Lillian's garnet gaze shifted over hers and her bother's shoulder to look at her daughter. She was gripping that dinosaur Ty bought her like her life depended on it. She looked a little scared, especially watching her mother freaking out like she was. She had never seen her act like that before and it was scaring her. It was bad enough the way she found her this morning, but now that fear was just growing.
Lillian and Lysander looked at each other before finally the blonde woman sighed in defeat. Dropping her feet from the desk, she dropped her shoulders and hung her head. She was acting ridiculous and in front of her daughter. She couldn't help that she hated hospitals; they freaked her out! But she needed to think of Sela. Forcing her discomfort away, she wiggled out of her brother's grasp and walked over to the little girl, who had started shaking as she tried not to cry. Lillian knelt down in front of her and embraced the scared little girl, who quickly wrapped her arms around her mother and cried. "Mommy, I'm scared. What going on?" she asked as she slowly brought her head up to look at her. Lillian embraced her tighter, "I'm sorry baby. Everything's alright, mommy just has to take care of something." "But why were you acting like that?" she asked, trying to make sense of what was happening. Lillian sighed as she pulled away from the little girl slightly, "Mommy's sorry she worried you, she just doesn't like hospitals. It won't happen again, alright." The little girl nodded silently as Lillian scooped her up into her arms.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 11:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 12:27 am
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✗ Bree
✗ Shared link:
✗ Is in human form
✗ Link to journal: none currently
✗ More Action/ Driving
✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming
✗ Today's deadline: --
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Tyrese held his breath at the second ring, expecting an answer at any moment. He exhaled through his nose and tried to swallow the bile in his throat when Finn's voice broke through on the other line. The worry in Finn's voice made him go a little still, waiting for the first wave of questions to end so he could get a word in edge wise. "I'm with her, Finn. We-, She needs you up here at the hospital. Can you make it up to room 302?" He asked, his voice a lot calmer than he thought he could convey. The wolf was thinking he would be asked to leave once Finn arrived and was told the whole story. Would he be angry at Ty? Go hunting for Lillian? Ty would blame him for neither action, but he would be obliged to protect Lillian. Finn, would he attempt to hit a woman? If it were him, he wouldn't hesitate. Only, even if he and Lil weren't soul mates, he'd marked her and a tie like that couldn't be taken back. His head was pounding, he was seeing spots, even. Whatever Finn may have said didn't register to the author as he stared at the far wall. He just wanted Finn to be here with Bree. He wanted Bree to feel comforted. He and Lil, he saw nothing in them right now, but he could still see Bree smiling. She could still be carrying her child, couldn't she? His breath was quivering, and in the case he didn't need to say anything more to Finn, he would hang up.
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $338.75』
『Temper┋Stress┋Happiness lvls:✎✎✎✎✎[/color┋✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎』
"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 1:57 am
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ＦINN ＴEAGAN ______________________________
Urgentcy ║ Married ║ Human║ 21 ║ Sucre's Manager ║ $871.70
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Finn pulled up and quickly parked his bike. Tearing off his helmet, he rushed into the hospital, looking all over for the room number Ty mentioned. As he rushed to the front desk to ask them for it, he briefly caught sight of the Sela and a pair of twins standing around talking. Too preoccupied with his panic though, he completely ignored them and raced down the hall when he was told where to go. It was a good thing husbands were considered family, because this would possibly be the only time he'd raise hell if they tried to get in his way. He was so worried about Bree. She didn't come home, he didn't even get a phone call. When he finally did, this was where it was coming from. His wife was here! Why was she here though? What happened to her? Finn was a whirlwind of panic and confusion. Alright, he'd admit, even a little angry. This happened while she was with Ty. He should have done something! No, he couldn't go jumping to conclusions until he knew what happened. But right now, he didn't care about the why or how, he only cared about seeing his wife and knowing she was okay.
Skidding to a stop in front of the room, he saw Ty standing there and gave him a quick glance. He'd talk to Ty later. Opening the door, he slid his way inside the room, closing the door behind him. "Bree...?" he questioned softly, as he looked at her hooked up to the machines. The beeping was already hurting his ears and he only just entered the room. His heart twisted as he walked over to her and sat in the chair that had been pulled up beside her bed. The look on her face was one he'd never seen from her before and it scared him. Reaching out, he grabbed her hand gently, picking it up to kiss her knuckles. "Bree, are you alright?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 12:29 pm
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 ⊙〖 Bree Teagan 〗⊙▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ▀▄▀▄▀ ( ♬ But I think my mistakes became the chemistry for my miracles... • ) Tyrese's steps were heavy as they fled away from the door. The room smelled so absolutely sterile it was vile. The hard beeping, the glowing green lights. Everything illuminated in the slightly blue-ish room; any light whatsoever coming from the window with closed blinds. To think Finn would be here soon and she would have to explain to him that she utterly put herself in their child in danger. On top of that? They may have no child left to speak of. Her lip quivered in the slightest, a twinge of emotional pain reaching her deaf body. Her heart throbbed painfully in her chest, the monitor picking up once again before slowing not too long after. Her mind was layering a protective glaze over all of her feelings - blocking any true emotions coming through her body. Ghosts and skeletons of how she felt emanated off of her skin, but really nothing was there. It was almost as if she were soulless. It felt as if she had been waiting for days on an answer, but in truth, it had hardly been an hour since Tyrese walked into the room. And now...
She couldn't peel her eyes off of the wall, the presence coming through the door feeling just the same as anyone else. No excitement. No joy. No sadness. Nothing. She felt nothing. Bree...? An echo. A warm feeling along her hand, which was lifted slowly to his mouth. Her jaw clenched, eyes flickering to her husband. Her head moved at a snail's pace to look at him, breathing shallow and low. Without a word or expression, she only stared at him. Finally, after several minutes of nothing, she looked away from him, at the adjacent wall.( • ... And I think that my tests became my testimonies. ♬ ) OOC: --
Today's Outfit: Hospital Gown.
Feeling: Empty; Pained.
Money: $1059.50 |
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 1:07 pm
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ＦINN ＴEAGAN ______________________________
Urgentcy ║ Married ║ Human║ 21 ║ Sucre's Manager ║ $871.70
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Finn almost couldn't believe himself. All light that was normally in his wife's eyes was gone; like she was a hallow shell. This wasn't his wife. His wife could find joy in even the smallest things. And the fact that she wasn't answering him only made him more and more worried. What had happened to put her in the hospital and cause her to act like this? The less people talked to him, the more worried and frustrated he got. He should have just asked Ty what happened over the phone. At least then he'd be more prepared to help Bree with whatever she was going through. Watching her turn away from him only seemed to drive a stake throuh his already hurting heart at merely seeing her like this. It was different then the normal doctor visits they had. During those she wasn't hooked up to anything; no heart monitors, IV drips, nothing. Keeping her knuckles to his lips, he kissed them again before reaching over and brushing his hand along her hair. Lowering her hand, still gripped in his, he caressed his hand along her cheek and exhaled through his nose. He couldn't help if he didn't know what was going on, but he'd try his best. "Bree, whatever happens everything will be alright. We'll find a way to fix things," he murmured softly, never taking his eyes off her.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 1:18 pm
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⊙〖 Bree Teagan 〗⊙▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ▀▄▀▄▀ ( ♬ But I think my mistakes became the chemistry for my miracles... • ) She swallowed harshly, something about the way he continued to hold her even throughout all of the pain made her click just slightly. Her head lifted once again to the feel of his hand on her cheek and hair. It was relaxing. Loving. Taking a small breath in, more because she wasn't able to take anything more than that, she parted her lips, closing them again. Could she even bear to say the words out loud? Would they only solidify what would happen? Opening her mouth a second time, she refused to look towards him, not wanting to see the pained and regretful look on his face when she said it. She couldn't bear it. She could hardly bear Tyrese's saddened look when he told her his girlfriend and mother of his child cheated on him not even two weeks into their relationship. "I don't know..." She whispered, fingers twitching in his grip. A sign of some life. "If... Our baby will live.." She finished. It was a start... But she couldn't tell him yet of why she had to tell him that. Slowly and steadily, she pulled her free hand upward, wincing yet again, and wrapped it around her shoulder wear her shorter sleeve sat. Timidly she pulled the hospital gown back, letting it fall down to the bedding to reveal tightly wound bandages around her upper torso.
Just on the edges of the bandages, a harsh purple and red bruise could be seen. It wound into the bandages, thick and harsh. Her breath hitched gently.( • ... And I think that my tests became my testimonies. ♬ ) OOC: --
Today's Outfit: Hospital Gown.
Feeling: Empty; Pained.
Money: $1059.50 |
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 1:37 pm
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ＦINN ＴEAGAN ______________________________
Urgentcy ║ Married ║ Human║ 21 ║ Sucre's Manager ║ $871.70
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There was that unsettling quiet again. It was the kind of quiet that told you something dreadful was about to happen. Or that thick, tension filled quiet you get from dramas. Neither of which was any good to have. And screw that annoying beeping sound! Finn's jaw finally twitched as he swallowed whatever was left in his dry throat. "Wha...I don't..." he could barely even form words. His baby might die? Their baby. Before he could even fathom trying to ask more, he watched her lift her hospital gown and silently gasped at the deep bruise he saw. What happened?! He felt his eyes on the verge of tearing up but he quickly pushed them away as he squeezed them shut and looked back up to her face. He had to be strong for her. If anyone was going to be the bigger emotional wreck, it would be her. But she said she didn't know, which meant there was a chance their baby would live. There was a chance their would continue to grow and they'd have a child. There was still that chance. Even now, he was ever the optimist. His grip on her hand tightened slightly, "Bree, I know our baby will survive." Even though he didn't actually know, he had to pretend like he did. A small, reassuring smile crawled to his lips as he peered down at her. "You're it mother and I know that our baby inherited your drive to fight, in any situation."
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 1:56 pm
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⊙〖 Bree Teagan 〗⊙▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ▀▄▀▄▀ ( ♬ But I think my mistakes became the chemistry for my miracles... • ) Raising the nightgown with her opposite hand so she didn't move her rib cage, she exhaled slowly and turned to look at Finn, eyebrows coming together. Finn... Her precious Finn. She could never leave her precious Finn. She knew what she did yesterday was stupid - but even so, it wasn't as if she knew Lillian had the strength she possessed. All she wanted to do was stick up for a part of her family. What was supposed to be her new family and she herself put them in danger by going to that doorstep. A pained, tiny smile pressed against her lips, his words ringing true. Bree was a fighter. Her family was full of them. Gritting her teeth, she tried to push herself up a little further, one hand reaching out to run her own fingers through the top of his hair. "I don't know... What I would do.." She winced slightly, stopping her palm on his forehead. "Without you.." She finished, swallowing. Her hand was cold, shaky.( • ... And I think that my tests became my testimonies. ♬ ) OOC: --
Today's Outfit: Hospital Gown.
Feeling: Empty; Pained.
Money: $1059.50 |
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 2:10 pm
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Lillian's Outfit: Packing ║ Sela's Outfit: Polka Dots
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Sela watched the people in the lobby, fascinated by what everyone wasn't doing. Quickly, however, her attention was turned as she noted a familiar scent. Looking around for the culprit, she was surprised to see Mr. Teagan running through the lobby. That was her daddy's friend! What was he doing here? And why did he look so scared? "Mommy! Mommy, that's daddy's friend," she pointed out as she wiggled around her her uncle's arms. Lillian looked up at being called, watching as Sela pointed to the man who quickly disappeared down a hallway. Now she was starting to feel even worse. Hanging her head a little, she leaned against Lysander's chest for comfort. Feeling her brother's free arm wrap around her, she gripped tightly onto his sweater as she stared at the linoleum floor. She was supposed to be here for an apology, but that was becoming harder and harder to do. She was almost positive Ty was around here somewhere; she could vaguely smell the scent of pine over the sterile disinfectant. She just needed to do it! Like ripping off a band-aid. Just like she did with telling Ty what happened. The faster she got it over with, the faster she could leave. Pulling away from him slightly, she looked up at her brother, "What will the two of you do while you wait?" she asked, almost silently pleading for him not to leave her side. But she knew, that she was the only one who could do this. Plus, she didn't want Sela to know the kind of damaged she had caused; especially to people she knew. That meant she would have to have a talk with Jason at some point; but that would be saved for later. She had to fix what she broke first.
Completely pulling away from him, she sighed heavily and walked away from them, down the hall. Maybe she'd get lucky and find the room herself. His scent was still fresh, she might be able to discern it from the toxic cleaning solution. Sure, her nose wasn't as good as Ty's, or Sela's, but it was good enough. With her eyes downcast to look at the floor, she made her way down the hall she saw Finn run down. Arms folded across her stomach, her mind raced with all the things that could happen, not even bothering to pay attention to where she was going.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 2:20 pm
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ＬYSANDER ＨALL
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Casually Lysander watched as Sela pointed out the man that ran by, his attention fully turning when he felt his sister's body get close to his. He wrapped an arm around her to try and help reassure her. She knew he was right; for once. But obviously that didn't stop her feelings of anxiety from flaring up. He held her against him for a few minutes until he felt her pull away. She must have found some semblance of resolve because she was asking what they'd do while she was gone. "We'll go visit Kaito. He's been here for the past couple of weeks and I've been avoiding him. But since I'm here, we might as well," he replied with a heavy sigh. That call wasn't a nice one to get and it brought back memories he didn't like living through. Watching she walked away from them, he readjusted the toddler in his arms and walked back to the front desk to get his husband's room number. He had forgotten it after not stopping by even once. When he was told, he took Sela with him as he wandered down another hallway.
Reaching Kaito's room, he took a deep breath, hesitating as he looked at the door. Sela was staring at him curiously. Finally, he felt a small hand against his face and looked over at her, "It's okay uncle Lysi. You're not alone." The little girl smiled up at him before removing her hand and laying her head on his shoulder. God! That little kid knew how to tug on heartstrings. Pushing the door open and walked inside, looking at the brunette lying on the bed. "Well you look like s**t," he muttered as the door closed behind him.
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