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PostPosted: Sun May 22, 2005 3:59 pm


Alex wasn't going to take advantage of this at all; she was too busy trying to not look like she was listening. Which was hard. Because she really was worried about this, and she really wanted to know what had happened to Tsurai, but was utterly clueless as to the matter.

"No they haven't," Tsurai grumbled in rejoinder.
He thought being raped was bad. This was worse.
He sighed and tried to just... will himself to die. Of course, that wasn't going to work at all.

"I suck at life. Just put me out of my misery, already."

Alex had never seen Tsurai so depressed. She couldn't understand why a little bleeding, regardless of where it was, made him hate himself so much.

"Tsurai, you... You've lived through worse. Why give up now?" She asked.
It was true, his life had been one shitpile after another, but this occurance alone wasn't that bad.

"Leave me alone," he muttered. "You never help anything..." Tsurai grumbled.

The young woman was awestricken. She blinked back some tears before saying, "Atleast I try!"
She put her face in her hands. "You have so many people who care about you, Tsurai, and never once did you ever consider their feelings! It was all about you! You ARE better off dead! I'm sorry for every helping you!"

And with that, like any heart-broken girl would, Alex ran off.
And all Tsurai did was give a sigh of releif, still trying to will himself to be dead.
PostPosted: Sun May 22, 2005 9:17 pm


Isiah groaned, watching her go, rolling his eyes at the obvious female weakness before slumping against the wall. "Give me my cigarettes and lighter out of my pocket kid. You're full enough of yourself to think I'd try to feel you up."

He scratched the back of his neck, eyes shut tightly as he struggled for words to say. "You know, kid, in this day and age, if you don't have a will to live.. you don't have anything. If you really wanted to die, you'd all ready be dead. Would have stayed in the vault and starved, or stayed with Cyrus until he killed you, or just lay down on the long trip here and waited for the sun to take care of you." His fingers twitched a little as he waited for his cigarettes.

"So I don't think you really want to die. As far as I'm concerned, you're just ******** lazy. The problem was solved. What the hell are you crying about? So the stupid b***h saw you bleeding! She obviously doesn't GIVE a ********."

He yanked his boxer shorts down as the legs were creeping up and revealing a bit much- he was glad Tsurai was on his front or the kid would have had a heart attack.

"I'm not old enough to give sagely advice, kid, but if I were, I would say go through with it. Because there's nothing to look forward to anymore." He was beginning to voice what he was feeling more than what he felt Tsurai should do, and it was obvious as his voice died down and became gritty and low. "You have to be a masochist to enjoy life."

Evil Disco


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PostPosted: Mon May 23, 2005 8:39 am


[[I actually have a fever now, so aside from it taking me ten times to understand that post, I'm sorry if I screw this one up.]]

Tsurai lazily put his right hand in Isiah's right pants pocket and pulled out a lighter. Then he did the same for the left side, but got out cancer sticks instead. He would've turned over on his back to give them to Isiah, but, his a** still hurt so he just looked up and put them both in one hand and shoved the pile in Isiah's general direction, lying his head head back down afterward.

"You..." he began. He wanted to say something like, 'you wouldn't understand', but... Gave up on it. He just wanted to drop the whole subject.

Of course Isiah wouldn't understand; Isiah didn't have blood pooling up in his a**. However, Tsurai decided to bring up something else.

He was too embarrassed about the whole blood-a** situation to talk about it.

"... Why did she keep calling you Denzien...?" He muttered. "Is that where your tattoos came from...?"
PostPosted: Mon May 23, 2005 12:53 pm


Isiah dragged the cancer sticks and lighters toward him. Cyrus' supply had replenished his and he was a little less scant about using them. He lit his cigarette, groaning at the question. He took his first puff before answering, smoke punctuating his words.

"Yes, that's where the tatoos are from. I don't know how she recognized them. I had never thought that we were so widespread.." He dropped the lighter, setting the box of cigarettes aside, picking up the jar/bottle (?) of salve and eyeing it momentarily, wondering if he should use it.

Evil Disco


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Captain

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PostPosted: Mon May 23, 2005 1:00 pm


"So... If you're this.. Denzien... Thing... What makes them so bad...? Alex seemed pretty demeaning about it."

Tsurai frowned and sat his head ontop of folded arms, looking over to Isiah, watching him smoke.

There must be a blood lake in his a**, by now. Tsurai frowned. He didn't want to ask what he should do.. If he sat up it'd all go down his legs, and, he didn't want that. But at the same time, he had to wash it, and.. His last expierence with a shower... Wasn't all too great...
Tsurai flinched at the thought of the two men with nothing better to do in the vault.
PostPosted: Mon May 23, 2005 1:26 pm


He watched Tsurai's expression, trying to think back on his first experience that left him in the same situation. "Don't worry about it. The best thing would be a shower or a hot bath but I don't think water's a commodity we can afford right now. Nobody'll be able to tell through the camo." He took another brief drag on his cigarette before considering Tsurai's question.

"The reason I think people might think it's bad, kid, is that it's old. Older than Jesus. And traditions that go along with it are just as old." He blew smoke upward from the corner of his lip. "I dunno how much I should tell you, kid. It's dead now. Or at least, I hope it is. The troupe I ran with probably died in the fallout."

Evil Disco


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Captain

Elder

PostPosted: Mon May 23, 2005 1:29 pm


Tsurai scowled lightly. "You seem to be beating around the bush a lot about it."

After a pause, he looked the other way, at Alex's tent, and a few moments of silence passed before he said very quietly, "I don't want it running down my legs..."
PostPosted: Mon May 23, 2005 1:33 pm


Isiah frowned a little. "I don't know if there's much that can be done to preven that, unless Alex never started using tampons."

His eyes ran down the black tattooing down his thighs and legs, groaning in the faint memory of the pain he had endured for something he had struggled to leave behind. He took another long drag of his cigarette, hoping to kill off the brain cells involved in the memory. "Well. What do you want to know?"

Evil Disco


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Captain

Elder

PostPosted: Mon May 23, 2005 1:40 pm


"Uch. I don't.. Pay attention to.. Uch." He shook his head.
"And besides, even if she didn't, they're probably all gone by now. Not that I'd wear one, anyway."

Tsurai tried to think. He looked at the ground and gently hit the back of his head with his right hand.

"The tattoos, then. Why so many tattoos? That must've been a ******** pain. To sit through..." He looked at Isiah, then up and down at all his skin. "All of those damned things."

Of course, Tsurai secretly admired Isiah. The boy had always wanted a tattoo of some type or another. Just. Never got a chance. And his skin was already so scarred up, he doubted anything would look good anyway. A dragon would've been nice.
Maybe. A dragon eating a cross. Over his chest. Full color. Or maybe just grayscale. That would've looked awesome. Tsurai instinctively pulled on his blank dogtags, the chain rubbing the back of his neck. There was a long, red line from doing ti so much. But it didn't hurt at all. Not as much as his face or his a**, anyway.

Damned a**.
PostPosted: Mon May 23, 2005 1:44 pm


Isiah took another brief puff on his cigarette, blowing smoke from his nostrils. He readjusted his legs to give himself a little more decency. "Different tattoos for different things, kid." He watched Tsurai, shuddering inwardly with impotent anger at Cyrus. Not much more they could do to him.. but.. why Tsurai?

He knew the answer then immediately. Because Tsurai was easy, he thought. Like I was. Stupid. Trusting. In dire need of help and without an discrimination as to where they would get it.

He began to feel a hot tinge of jealousy in his gut- was it jealousy? It may have been fraternal rage at the man who had so hurt the boy who was in his protection. It was easier to think of it that way.

Evil Disco


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Captain

Elder

PostPosted: Mon May 23, 2005 1:48 pm


Isiah was sure being curt about everything.
"So, they mean something, then?"
Tsurai propped himself up on his left forearm and pointed to a swirly, pointed, kind of fountain-type line thing that he could see under Isiah's shirt.
"What's that one mean, then? The swirly one on your abs, I mean."
PostPosted: Mon May 23, 2005 2:00 pm


Isiah sighed, pulling his shirt up to get a better look at it, in an attempt to recall the memory. He was reluctant and that is why his answers were so short. Tsurai, however, was inable to take a hint. He frowned at first at his lack of definition, but understood that you needed protein to feed muscles, and it wasn't as though it had been raining steaks lately..

Though one hand was holding his shirt up, his other traced down the designs, struggling to pull the pieces together from his memory banks. "Battle of the Kanes.. I.." He paused. "It was a military conflict hundreds of years ago. A bunch of denziens died. Why'd they make me ink this crap?"

Evil Disco


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Captain

Elder

PostPosted: Mon May 23, 2005 2:03 pm


Tsurai frowned in confusion, placing his hands on the ground but keeping his chest up.
"That doesn't make any sense.." but it was cool looking, anyway.
He decided to move on. "The one on your left breast. Kind of looks like a shell. There's two of them. What're they?"

No, Tsurai didn't get hints. Or maybe he did, but just wanted to keep his mind off his a**. And he was going to complain about his a** every waking minute of his life. Yes, yes he was. ******** a**.
PostPosted: Mon May 23, 2005 2:07 pm


He gave Tsurai a wicked look. "Breast? Kid, it's a pec. Breast. You're gonna be a virgin the rest of your life." He finished his cigarette, pulling his shirt back down, hissing as the paper burnt to his fingers. He crushed the remainder into the dirt floor. He was done with questions and answers hour.

Evil Disco


[Q]
Captain

Elder

PostPosted: Mon May 23, 2005 2:13 pm


Tsurai narrowed his eyes. "What? You prefer me to say boob? Cause that's what it looks like to me. You're lucky I called your stomach abs. It's more like a beer belly. I never got why the called them pecks, anyway.
c'mon, though. The tattoo looks pretty cool, what's it mean?"

Tsurai closed an eye and started fingering his burnt face, trying to get the dirt out from laying on it all this time.

"You're lucky> I always wanted a tattoo." He hmphed, giving up on the burn, blinking and staring right at Isiah. "All I got where some damned scars."
He looked down, then away. "Ugh, you're drooping, you know. I think you should take your pants back."

Great, now, not only did Tsurai had an a** problem, he felt bad about his size. Well, he shouldn't he was straight and had a kid once. That was way more than Isiah would ever get.
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