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 Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 12:28 pm
Swiper No Swiping
First Lydia, and then Oliver, going and breaking his heart with those sad expressions on their faces. Arorangi didn't like to see how terribly devastated they look; didn't want the two people that he cared most for in the world to wear that sort of look, a look that spoke of defeat and heartache.
Arorangi reached out a hand and gently took Oliver's wrist in his, pulling it away from his face to give his fingers a squeeze.
"You keep going, Oliver," he said softly, a smile on his face. "You keep moving forward, and you do not let it stop you. You are not at an end, you are at a hill, and all you must do now is climb it."
He squeezed his hand again, more firmly this time.
"Do not let it defeat you," said Arorangi. "You are better than it."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 1:42 pm
self-medicatingTommy's phone buzzed again and he sighed in exasperation, but did not immediately chastise Oliver for being silly, instead grabbing for his phone again and reading it. Candy? Why would they..... "I have some cookies that a visitor dropped off for me. If you would like to try them, than you would need to come over here. I am in far too much pain and suffering to get out of my bed." Total lie (not about the cookies, but about the rest of it), but he did want to see if Oliver would actually get up.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:50 pm
tender loving cookies
Letting herself in, she bumped the door closed with her hips and greeted Tommy with a bright smile. "You're looking much better," Nora noted, relieved. "Good, I was getting worried you were just putting up a nice front on the phone..." She wasn't sure how she would have taken it if she had to see him burnt to hell and back still.
Pulling up a seat, she offered up the ziploc bag. "Variety pack: sugar, chocolate chip, and raisin bran. Figured you'd like a pick me up while you're stuck here."
pieces to pieces
"Don'," he panted, "start that now." After another few breaths, Dawson sighed, wiped at his forehead with the back of his arm, and found a chair to fall into. "s**t, even with the AC blowin', s'too hot..."
After fanning himself with his hat, he produced his gift: a notepad-shaped collection of Sudoku puzzles with a mechanical pencil slipped into the rings. If Oliver peeked inside, he'd notice it was a used copy as some had erasure marks and two were already filled out. "Nerds like you Lifers like this sorta stuff, right?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 10:19 pm
tender loving cookiesThe moment she entered his room, he let his hand drop back into his lap, his face splitting into a wide smile. "Ah, bella! Aren't you a sight for dark, handsome, slightly mysterious eyes~" His smile widened, and he hoped that the fact that he had just woken up was not too obvious, his gaze still a bit bleary, his hair all dishevelled despite his attempts at making it presentable. He let out a short laugh. "Would I lie to you?" he did, however, lift his arms up to show off the bandages wrapped around each. "This is the worst of it, on the surface at least. The rest is all internal, though I am told that I am only still here as a precaution, since it is hard to tell just how damaged I may be." he shrugged, took one look at the cookies, and let out a soft hum of approval. "You are a wonderful woman! First, the rescue, and now...." He reached into the bag and pulled out one of the raisin cookies, actually not one for junk food normally, but deciding under the circumstances it was okay (and a lot less rude) to just go for it. "Though just seeing your beautiful face is more than enough to "pick me up" I assure you." He winked, laying it on just as thick as he was typically prone to do.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 10:51 am
This Ain't Chik-Fil-A "Oliver, you look awful and you know it. As soon as your get out, you let me know okay - not that I wouldn't know," he stressed. "'Cause I'll be in here everyday." He raised his brows. Truth be told, Horace was worried about Oliver - he was always getting banged up, and this time with another head injury and what looked like a broken wrist, too. He very, very lightly patted Oliver's shoulder. "I'll even bring you candy next time, okay. But you have to promise not to refuse visitors when you're hurt. It just makes everyone more worried." He frowned and leaned towards Tommy's side. "You're noisier than a cat in heat! I'm coming!" He hopped off the bed and (with dramatic flair) pulled open the curtain separating the two of them. "Ok, Waffle Fries, how many times have you tried to book it?" Gingerly, he undid the wrist straps - even if he had refused, Tommy would wriggle on out anyway.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 5:49 pm
Swiper No SwipingOliver's fingers tightened around Arorangi's hand, and then he nodded, his expression holding a trace of determination. His friend was right, even by his own cynical logic this would not be the end of him. If it was, he wouldn't have woken up, he would have been put down and disposed of like a rabid dog, returned to the Life labs in a hundred pieces as slides and histological samples. The determination in his expression slowly faded to something more vacant. "I'm kind of tired..." He muttered, and then his stare refocused. "They don't want me leaving, but they don't want me sleeping too long." Oliver then raised his casted hand with much effort and tapped the bandages around his head like an explanation.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 6:03 pm
self-medicatingOliver thought about this for a very, very long second. He had been up and about before then, mostly just to the washroom and back, but it wasn't an experience he needed more than necessary. Not all the drugs in his system were for pain. Like Tommy he was a bit of a flight risk, although more of the panicky sort, and the use of 'chemical restraints' made him a much easier patient to handle. Even with enough tranquilizers to drop a horse in it's tracks, Oliver would have made the same decision. He scooted to the edge of the bed, dropped his feet onto the cold tile, and then limped past the curtain to Tommy's bed all the while dragging the IV pole behind him with it's little clattering wheels. Hobbling over to the bedside, he swayed slightly on his feet, and blinked with slightly vacant, expectant eyes.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 6:15 pm
pieces to piecesSurprisingly enough, Oliver stopped the apologies, instead waiting with sad, nervous eyes while Dawson got settled. It was clear he wanted to keep going. Dawson had always been kind to him, for what he imagined to be no real reason at all, and the ache in his heart was worse than all his bruised ribs put together. His hand trembled slightly as he took the notebook, and even gently used as it was, he had to blink the tears from his eyes. "Y-you d-didn't have to... Thank- thank you..." It looked like the freckled boy was about to break down completely and dissolve into tears.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 6:25 pm
This Ain't Chik-Fil-A Oliver nodded meekly. He wanted to promise, but what if something even worse happened next time? Right now he was lucky to have friends who came to see him after bad things happened, even if bad things had happened to them as well, but what if something happened that was so bad they didn't want to see him? Maybe refusing visitors right from the start had been a precaution against that possibility, protecting his heart even when he didn't deserve visitors. When Horace flung back the curtain, Oliver couldn't bring himself to look over and admit he had been hiding. Instead he kept his head down, like a puppy that had been thoroughly shamed.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 9:46 pm
Swiper No Swiping
"You must sleep," said Arorangi, patting Oliver's hand in a reassuring manner. "You must rest yourself so that when things come up, you will be able to handle it, and be able to do what you need to, okay little bird?"
He smiled brightly.
"You are going to get rest here, and I will bring you snacks."
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 12:47 am
tender loving cookies
"Boys always lie if it suits them better," she said pleasantly. "Men are the ones who understand their limits." Perhaps as a reaction to pick me up, Nora began to stroke his leg with a knowing smile--nothing above the knee for now. "And you are one flattering Asian Fusion flavored one, aren't you?"
< let's gobbleGOBBLEgobble i like him did he dig up from that china place hottie mcbody said can he show us the hole OH show him your holes ghoulie kekeke~
"Don't lay it on so thick, though, dear, or you'll rot my teeth." Calm as ever, she ignored the ghost's energetic ramblings and returned Thomas' wink. "How's life on the cot? You feed those sweet lines to all your visitors, eh?"
pieces to pieces
Dawson blinked several times. "Uh...S'just a way t'pass the time, bruh," he said awkwardly, not having expected tears. He scratched the back of his head. "Old one I brought on...to the island." Technically to The Trip, but semantics. "I like doin' 'em, y'know, helps work yer brain n' stuff."
Beat.
"Dude, uh..." He tried putting a hand on Oliver's shoulder and offered a smile. "S'okay. Really." Please don't cry.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 2:06 am
CookiesThe leg stroking served to remind him that he may have actually been in a little over his spiky purple haired head, but he did not protest or move away from the touch nevertheless. After all, he might have just been reading too much into it. This may really just be a friendly gesture. His convo with Horace over twitter DMs, however, combined with the back and forth flirting he'd had with Nora, seemed to speak a very different story. Still, he only smiled at the gesture, and at her referral to him as "Asian fusion". "Always. It is important to me that a woman, especially a beautiful one such as you, is given the proper amount of appreciation." He grinned then and ducked his head. "Ah, well, to that I should admit that...no, actually, you are the only of my visitors thus far that has received these sweet words that you speak of. Please, feel free to let that go to your head!" His dark eyes twinkled merrily as he took a large bite out of the cookie, then.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 9:00 pm
Swiper No Swiping"Mmhmm..." Oliver made a small noise of assent, and the distant stare returned. It was possible he hadn't even been paying attention to what he was agreeing to. The desired effect was the same regardless, the nervous tension slowly left the kid's body as he let his head fall back against the pillows. Then his eyes narrowed slightly, as if thinking very hard. "Did you say snacks?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 9:25 pm
pieces to piecesOliver sniffled, and then set the book in his lap so he could rub at his eyes. One infirmary technician had informed him earlier that emotional outbursts were not uncommon in patients with concussions, but the kid knew his tears were not far from normal. He was just fortunate Dawson wasn't completely put off by it. "Th-thank you..." The freckled boy stammered again, opening the book and leafing through it as though it were a precious book that might crumble to dust under his fingers. "I-it's okay that I, um, work on these?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 10:27 pm
self-medicatingHe heard the sounds of Oliver moving about, first in his bed and then across the floor, before he actually saw him emerge from beyond the curtain like some kind of zombie drawn by the promise of cookies rather than brains. It was hard for Tommy not to smile at the sight, as it was in his nature to smile at all things, even though at that moment he thought that young man looked rather...well, ragged came to mind. Thomas sat up in his bed and swung his legs over the edge before Oliver could reach him, and patted the spot next to him so that the wobbling man could sit down and not risk crumpling to the floor. Then, he reached over to a bed table nearby to snatch up the plastic bag of cookies. "Blink once for please and twice for thank you." Tommy laughed, opening up the bag before offering it over.
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