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Alandra_Noir Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 4:39 pm
((haha we're gettin' to a place where you can come back in, J! biggrin ))
Priceless stuff? Sure thing.
"Yeah, cars was my thing... Still is, actually." Terry said from his place on the bed. "But now I can actually mess with 'em, instead of just pretending." He gave a shrug and a cough and leaned back on the pillow he'd managed to find among the computer-tastic clutter.
Terry gave a snort as Icarus listed off what he used to play. "You sure did play those. Hell, you made me sign up for half of that crap... Zelda was great, but I couldn't deal with the rest of it... Except Starcraft. I liked Starcraft. I kicked your a** at all those strategy games." He offered up a somewhat crooked smile before slinging his arm over his face and sighing. He lightly let his other hand rest on his stomach. "Nah, you never had problems with girls. That was my area." Terry chuckled.
He remained quiet for a moment before lifting his arm enough to peer at Icarus with one eye. His other eye was closed and battling fervently the headache he could feel coming on. "A monster at that game? You don't remember that Harold kid, do you? Icky, you had that child screaming bloody murder half the time you looked at him... Why'd we choose him to be the one with the bounty on his head all the time anyway?"
Though, when his childhood friend took a more serious tone, Terry drummed his fingers on his belly for a few moments before speaking up. This time he forced himself to sit upright, leaning against the headboard. "At least you're not out on the streets, or dead." He shook his head, "Icky, all I did was keep both of us out of the serious trouble. And it doesn't look like you're in too much of it now. At least the cops seem to like you. That's a plus, right?"
A rather concerned look washed over his scruffy face, and he raked his fingers through his hair, only making it look worse. Terry really needed a shower. "And me? Productive? Hardly. After my sophomore year, dad threw me into the military. I was shipped out for a while, helped with mechanics over there, and got my a** court-marshaled and was dishonorably discharged last week." He gave a raucous laugh, "They had to fly me back TWO WEEKS before the date everyone else went. They were pissed, to say the least."
"Sounds productive, right? I've only got a little money left, and what my parents made me save up during their rule over me. Heh, I'm no better than anyone else." he gave a mocking salute, "Not to mention, I drink too much." He seemed amused at the notion, however, and flopped back into a laying position, arm once more over his eyes. "How much you wanna bet I'm not gonna remember ANY of this tomorrow? So if you've got anything heartfelt or horribly secretive to tell me, do it now."
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 4:52 pm
((GO GO GOG ORGOEJIEQJIERNG onigri D:<<<<<))
Icarus laughed. "Harold? BAH. What a pussie." He said. "That kid was at least ten times bigger than me... at least... around. He coulda just sat on me and that woulda been the end." He remarked and ruffled his hair.
He moved around a little so that his boney back sunk back into the sofa and leaned his head on the arm rest. His legs were so long they hung off the other end and dangled. He listened quietly as his friend spoke and then gave a bark of a laugh.
"We're both losers." He said. "All those parents who said we were going to amount to nothing... were probably more right than they ever were in their whole lives." He snorted. "And... right. Not dead." He nodded his head a few times and in a few bites polished off the rest of his apple.
Icarus then raised an eyebrow and tugged at his ear. "Heart felt? That's a laugh... secretive?" He was quiet for a long time and then he grinned. "So. Your old house? When you left I drank like... six gallons of lemon gatorade, right? ... And I think about half a bottle of my old man's store of vodka. Yeah. I broke into your house and then pissed all over your downstairs carpet." He laughed. "Cops caught me... it wasn't hard. I was out front afterwards throwing things and being wasted until they dragged me away." Icarus rubbed his chin.
"I hear it still stinks." And he laughed.
"That's all I got for ya." And with that Icarus turned onto his side and began to read until he would fall asleep... and as he slept he dreamt of a blonde girl that he could of sworn he once knew.
((SEE!? He does remember her!... Kinda... maybe. *laughs*))
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 5:20 pm
The alarm clock in Zoe's bedroom began to buzz wildly, startling Stanly awake and causing Zoe to jump out of her reading trance. Already she finished one book over the few hours and started on another one. It was about futuristic cops. How ironic. So far though she was enjoying it. The darkness she was reading in was causing her eyes to become sore however, as they often did when she had her three to six weeks of insomnia.
As she closed the book and stood up she glanced at the calender hanging on the door to her bedroom. So far it had been two weeks. "I think I should destroy that harbinger of frustration." She muttered at the calender and threw her glasses at it. She fumbled around in her room, trying to get to her buzzing alarm clock through the mess of books that surrounded her bed and night table. Finally she slammed it out of the plug in the wall and it clattered to the floor, knocking over two large books of short stories.
Stanly's nails clicked on the linoleum tile in the kitchen, signifying he wanted food. She quickly jogged back into the kitchen and hefted the large bag of dog food into her sore arms and poured a good amount into his big food bowl. Instantly Stan went to work on it and Zoe took a pot and cracked an egg in it, not feeling overly hungry. Her fingers fumbled with her pill box, the kind labeled Monday, Tuesday, and the rest of the days of the week. While the egg cooksed she swallowed down all 6 pills and sat on the counter.
Her eyes weren't focused on anything specific, instead her vision blurred in and out as the egg sizzled. Tan, slender fingers drummed her thigh and her leg rocked back and forth in twitchy motions.
((Haha I wasn't sure if I should make her leave to work or not...so she'll leave next post so you guys can do stuff and I can still post or something. D: ))
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 7:55 pm
((haha okay I'll do a time skip! And we'll figure an acceptable way to get these guys back together... *ponders*))
"I think he DID sit on me once..." Terry murmured tiredly from under his arm.
Upon hearing Icarus' story after Terry had moved away, the man snorted loudly into his arm before falling prey to a fit of very gurgly, rough laughs. He was half choking on his spit, but too tired to sit up to remedy it. So, managing to control himself enough to resume breathing, he lifted his head up and looked over at Icarus. "You never told me that! That is INCREDIBLE. I hated that stupid house. Glad you left your mark on it after I left... I wish I'd thought of something like that..."
But alas, he hadn't.
And he might have mentioned how much that meant to him... Icarus had really been his only friend. No one in the military was ever keen on being more than just buddies, and he didn't go looking for friends either. Knowing that some thirteen year old brat had pissed all over the floor in his basement, as a strange reaction to having lost his best friend to a move was a very... well, it was nice to know someone cared.
Soon, Terry blanked (or more like blacked) out, taking to snoring so loudly that eventually, an hour or two after sunrise, he woke himself up.
Groaning loudly as he was greeted with the usual morning sunlight and nasty nasty evil hangover headache, the man rolled over, shoved the little pillow over his head, and tried to melt into the mattress, which seemed a haven of peace and quiet as compared to the real world.
Slowly, it sank in that this 'real world' that he was so desperately trying to avoid wasn't in the same location he normally tried to avoid. In fact, he even dared to lift his head and squint around, trying to figure out just where the hell he was. Thankfully, he managed to stay in the bed instead of falling onto who knows what sort of priceless computer relic, but DID jump when he spotted Icarus snoozing on the too-small couch.
Terry put the heel of his hand to his forehead and rubbed at it, eyes shut tight against his headache and in order to think. Yeah, he'd been drunk, but slowly bits and pieces of the previous night came to his conscious memory. Okay, so he'd nearly been shot, puked all over his shoes (so THAT'S what that weird smell was beside the bed) and had gone grocery shopping with-- "Icarus... Holy hell..."
Deciding that he must have been in Icarus'... house... He swiveled around, dropped his feet onto the floor, and rocked onto them. Shuffling over to the couch (careful not to step on or break anything - that'd only make his headache worse), he prodded his friend with a finger and said hoarsely, "You got any drugs there, Sparky? Aspirin, Ibuprofen, vicodin... Anything?"
He continued to prod the man, hoping that Icarus would wake up, and as he did so, he made a face. He'd caught his reflection in the blank screen of a nearby computer monitor, and he didn't look good. Bloodshot eyes were visible, despite the low quality of the reflection, and his hair had definitely seen better days. Terry figured he could use a shave... But then again, maybe he ought to go for a bearded look... Hm.
Either way, he was ready for a shower, and if the gods so chose to, perhaps they'd bless him with a tooth brush. Ech.
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Alandra_Noir Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 8:19 pm
((... wheee!!))
Icarus enjoyed sleeping. Sleeping was a wonderful thing. It was quiet and dark when he slept and it was one of the things he was incredibly good at. Even on his small couch he managed to sleep like a dead man. His head was tucked into his shoulder and his arms were slack at his sides. His breathing was soft and even and on his chest the book Mother Night was open to the page he drifted off at.
He looked like he could have slept more, however when Terry began to prod him he stirred a little. His head turned so that it fell into the bright square of sunlight that shone through one of his few windows. His face wrinkled with the intrusion of light beneath his eyelids and his face frowned deeply at the sound of Terry's voice.
"Meeerrr." Was his response and he opened his eyes. "Drugs...?" He paused. "... I have over the counter, under the counter, and from across the boarder. Which kind you talking about?" He asked sleepily. Icarus then sat up and rubbed at his face. He wrinkled his nose. "... I should shower." He said to no one in particular and then unfolded himself to his feet. He caught the book as it slid from his chest and discarded it on the sofa.
"I'm going to make breakfast." And that's just what he went off to do. "If you have a hangover, I've got something for that."
In the kitchen he managed to scrounge together some toast and Lucky Charms. He was a fan of the Lucky Charms. On his work table he set out two bowls with toast beside, had found something that might have once been orange juice (and poured that down his sink) and instead put glasses of milk in its place. Beside Terry's place was also a thicker drink that was a colour that could have indicated any number of ingredients.
"Drink that..." He said when Terry tumbled in. He was finishing his cereal. "I'm going to... uh... get clean." And he walked off to do that. "It'll take just a second."
((... yeah yeah yeeeeah!))
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 8:39 pm
((OM NOM NOM.))
Terry followed Icarus, equally as blurry-eyed and sleepily to the kitchen, muttering something about any kind of drugs working, as long as they were painkillers and free, but he knew he only half meant it. He'd rather kill himself the legal way. Or something like that. Damn his head hurt.
Standing idly in the doorway, he half watched Icarus make some food (if pouring a bowl of cereal was considered 'making') and then proceeded to stare at the plate of toast and bowl of cereal offered to him.
Slowly, his dark eyes trained themselves on the mysterious drink next to his glass of milk. The drink stared back menacingly, but Terry won the match and sat down in front of it, downing it before he could think about what was in it.
That DIDN'T stop him from half gagging on it, however, and he shoved an entire piece of toast in his mouth to wipe out the taste. "Urawahgad." he managed to say as Icarus announced he was going to go get clean. He needed to do the same thing, but wasn't going to follow that guy into the shower. That was just... weird.
So, he munched on his now mostly-soggy Lucky Charms, which fell somewhat short of being magically delicious. However, the sugar and whatever it was he had just made himself drink were already helping the headache, and also helping to clear his head.
And now that his head was finally clearing up, he leaned on the table, put his chin in his hand, and waited for Icarus to get back. Maybe then he could remedy the fact he smelled like old alcohol, smoke, sweat, and probably a bit of vomit... Ech. Just... ew.
((haha, shoowah?))
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Alandra_Noir Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 9:24 pm
((JUST so you all know...Cockroaches can fly in Georgia. *sobs and rocks back and forth*))
Stan barked. Zoe's vision returned and she could smell burning egg. She frantically jumped off the counter and turned the stove off. Smoke plumed off the one egg and she stared at the black crisp. She must have been out of it for nearly 15 minutes. Well then...no breakfast for her. She wasn't about to go through the trouble of making something again. Instead she threw the black wrinkled dead undeveloped baby bird embryo into the trash and walked into the bathroom, wobbling on her feet.
Stanly walked in beside her as she began to style her hair into her traditional mohawk. Before she sprayed her hair up she saw a different face staring at her. With her hair down she was someone else. With hair framing her face she looked somewhat normal, like the person she hated. So with haste, she hair sprayed it up and the rest spiked. With a relieved smile she put on a baggy ripped tank top, showing her midriff. It was bright pink with black lettering about some band she didn't know. (She found the t-shirt at the thrift store.) Next she pulled on some pinstripe caprees, put on a studded collar, some bracelets and finally slipped on some black sandals that hardly passed as foot wear. After putting in her eyebrow ring and bellybutton ring she brushed her teeth, put on her makeup and snatched a few books from thousands in her apartment.
Once she was all finished she shoved her wallet into her pocket and headed out of the apartment, then the apartment building, and was walking down the sidewalk, Stanly trailing behind her on his leash. For some reason today, she felt out of it. Her eyes looked hazy as she mixed into the crowd trying to get to work or school. The face that was usually happy and energetic was blank and dazed. She wasn't sure what it was, but she felt sick. Normally the only days she felt sick was when she forget a medication, but she thought she took them all.
Trying to rid her negative thoughts she glanced up and reached out, Stanly's head bumping into her hand. Finally, a smile broke out on her face and she laughed. If there was anything that could cheer her up, it was Stan The Man. "You know...maybe we can take a detour today, pass the park so you can check out them ladies." She wiggled her brows and he wagged his tail. Both of them, with their spirits and energy back, broke into a jog to the left and towards the park.
They passed a strange store with computers strewn about the area and slowed down. "Hmmmm...isn't this what Wing Boy is into?" She muttered allowed and peered inside. "Looks scary..." Stanly jumped onto the window and pressed his nose into the glass. "Ahhhh! Those wires are a hazzard! Whoever works here must be insane...so messy..." Her fingers twitched and she clutched Stan's leash. "C'mon, lets go...maybe I can tell Icarus about this place, he might enjoy it." She tugged at the dog's leash and groaned. "Come oooooooonnnnnn."
((Dodedo...I want to go to bed now! Unlike Zoe...I need mah sleep.))
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 7:19 am
((... Posting? PLZ. OKAY.))
Icarus didn't take long in the shower. As a man, showers were just for getting more or less clean... not relaxing. A few minutes later he stumbled out from some mysterious door behind a pile of rubbish with a towel on his head and around his waist. A bit f steam ghosted after his pale form. He made some vague swimming motions with his arms and tottered around in search of a place where he kept cleaner clothes. It was odd to see him walking around, he was so thin he looked a bit like a boney apparition.
"Have at it, Terry... but after you're done you're going to have to take Wolfgang out of the sink and put him back in the bathtub where he belongs." Icarus said as he stumbled upon a a pair of shorts and some kind of shirt. "Also... I have no shampoo... I've been using laundry detergent... and I don't have toothpaste, but I have mouth wash." He stated breezily as he finished from somewhere putting on his pants and was now struggling into his shirt.
Moments later he tumbled out from behind his sofa and was toweling off his hair, which really didn't appear much cleaner but did appear a lot damper. Though, there were quite a few less things stuck in it despite the normal things that were usually stuck in it. His bangs stuck to his face and his dreds dripped slowly down his back. Not wanting to fuss with it much he tied it back in the usual fashion.
"Alright? Alright." Icarus paused briefly and titled his head. "... It's weird having someone else here." He remarked and with a shrug stumbled towards the front of his shop.
Once at the front of the shop what he saw there in the window made him turn around and return to the back of the shop.
He said a very rude word for sex and tumbled behind his sofa again. "Did she see me?"
((... HUZZAAAAAH.))
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Alandra_Noir Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 7:31 am
Terry jumped when Icarus appeared, giving him a rather odd look. He vaguely wondered why the man wasn't ACTUALLY a ghost. The kid was very, VERY skinny. It almost made him laugh. Icarus had always been the bigger of the two when they were young... Well, at least the military was good for SOMETHING.
That cryptic grin played coyly on his face as he nodded to Icarus' listing of what he ACTUALLY had. Well, he'd make do. Terry, believe it or not, had been through far worse. At least there WAS soap. And water. Heh.
So, snatching the towel off Icarus' head (he figured that was probably the only useable towel in the whole building) he ducked into the bathroom, snapping the door shut behind him. "Wolfgang...?"
GIANT GOLDFISH. IN THE SINK.
"...You must be Wolfgang," Terry said to the large orange thing in the sink, and proceeded to take a shower.
Once done, he did his best to clean his teeth and was silently amused at how he smelled like laundry, instead of shower. Eh, whatever works. He'd eventually have to get his hands on a razor, and for a moment wondered why Icarus was lacking in a beard. Must have been one of those lucky guys who didn't have to worry about it. Oh well.
Walking out of the bathroom with the too-damp towel wrapped around his waist, he looked around for Icarus, who was busy dodging behind the sofa. "Who see you? And do you have ANY clothes that MIGHT fit? I'm not putting those on again," He waved a hand towards the bathroom, where he'd left his rather disgusting pair of jeans and t-shirt.
((AHHHH I HAVE TO GO TO WORK! *flails* Don't go too far without me, kids! D: ))
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 9:52 am
When Icarus appeared, Zoe was turned around, trying to drag Stanly away from the window. At the sight of Icarus Stanly only wanted to get inside more. He barked loudly and jumped at the window again. Zoe turned around to look but no one was there. "Stanly. Please. We'll be late and I'm not feeling good." She groaned and tugged. "I may end up leaving you here."
Her head grew light and the colors around her dimmed to a light grayish tone. Stanly turned around to look at her as she narrowed her eyes and pushed a hand onto the window to steady herself. Her arms felt unusually heavy and her feet wouldn't move. There was no one walking down the sidewalk of this street and now she felt she needed someone to call Ann, quickly. Damn cell phones. The one time she needed one, she didn't have it.
Stan barked worriedly at his human companion and nuzzled his nose into her side. Her vision blurred and her eyelids fluttered as if trying to hold back sleep. "Stan..." She whispered and the dog barked again, hoping to get someone's attention. Her body tilted back and forth and she tried her best to stay focused and attentive. It was extremely hard though when the floor was spinning and the support under your hand was melting away. A smile spread on her face as she tried to hold onto the melting glass.
Suddenly she fell backwards, head hitting the pavement and her vision blacking out. Her body grew still. Stanly started barking loudly and ran around Zoe in a circle, barking close at her face. He then looked around and turned to the store, paws clawing at the door, still barking for someone's attention.
((Well...that's what happens you don't sleep for weeks...))
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 10:35 am
((OKAY READY GO!... And I leave for work soon, as well... hurrah for salad bar... hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.))
Icarus peered over the back of the sofa at Terry. "Who else would I hide from?" He demanded and furrowed his eyebrows together. Perhaps that really wasn't as specific an answer as it could have been. He stood up a little more and then eased himself over the couch. "... Maybe she didn't see me." He said, relaxing a little.
He didn't respond for a long time to Terry's question, but eventually plunged his hands into the depths of the cushions beneath him and tugged out a wrinkled shirt. "... Hm.. coulda sworn there were pants in there too." Icarus said, as usual, mostly to himself. He quirked his mouth and then pointed at the worktable where they had just eaten breakfast. "Should be several pairs of pants under there... and they should all fit. Everything's already too big on me... SOMETIMES, when I eat... I fit." He shrugged and then grew quiet again.
Icarus was then leaning forward and straining his ears. "... Is that STAN barking?" He wanted to know. "Is he giving away my position, the dirty bastardly traitorous son of a b***h..." He paused and leaned so far forward he could have easily tipped.
"... Put some damned clothes on, Terrence. You want people thinking I'm some kind gay guy? YOU may have come from California, but we ain't like that over here, okay?" And with that he trotted to the front of the store once more, though cautiously and quietly so as not to be seen.
From his cluttered store window and from his position behind his customer service counter he really couldn't see anything, though Stan's barking was a lot louder and sounded quite a bit more frantic. Icarus frowned a little deeper and made his way to his door. Once there he was able to see Zoe laying rather motionless on the ground and Stan pulling several of the Lassie maneuvers: Circling, barking in code, and nudging his master worriedly.
Icarus leaned against his door and clicked the lock open. Slowly he leaned out and peered at the scene.
"... Uh... Zoe?" He asked carefully. Getting no response he left his refuge and squatted down beside her. He placed his hand by her mouth. He felt breath on his palm. "Quiet down, mutt! She's not dead or anything." He said rubbing the dog a little around his ears. He stood back up and rubbed at his head and looked around the empty sidewalk.
He looked down at her again and wrinkled his nose. "... goddamn-it." He
muttered. Bending down carefully he gathered her up as best as he could in his arms and twisting himself around carefully managed to get the door open with an elbow, hold it open with a foot, let the dog in, and then follow after.
In few minutes he was in the back of the store again and laying Zoe out on his couch. He pulled Mother Night from beneath her and put it on the arm rest instead. He glanced at Terry. "I need a smoke." He said and walked away a little to light up. "She hit her head... she probably needs like... ice or something... right?" He paused. "... This is absolutely the OPPOSITE of hiding from her." He looked to Stan wandering around his home. "And you'd better not PISS on anything or I'm going to eat you. I promise you that."
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 2:22 pm
Stan stopped barked when Icarus came out. His brown eyes were trained to focus on Zoe and only her, even as they walked into the building. His ears swiveled slightly as the man finally put Zoe down. He leaned towards her and sat down, resting his muzzle atop her shallowly breathing stomach. He rest his eyes as he listened and felt her breathing, making sure it remained that way. Always faithful and protective. When Icarus mentioning piss he only flicked his ear and snorted.
Zoe could swear she heard people talking to her. Purple ducks flew across the sky and pink rhinos galloped down the street near the book store. Stan was beside her, leading her to work. Well...this was weird. Then she realized...she was sleeping. Everything came to a halt and dimmed to blackness. Her eyes fluttered open and she quickly sat up, fingers twitching as she grabbed onto her knees. In a second she fell back onto the couch, a serious pounding her head stopping her from jumping up and trying to find her medicine. Even if there hadn't been a pounding...she wouldn't have found anything in this mess.
Stan barked once at Zoe as she muttered something and stared at the ceiling. It seemed to cave in the center of her vision, anywhere she looked it caved it. "Armageddon already. Y'vonne we need that missile order soon." Not even she was sure what she yammering on about, only that it seemed especially important to say at the moment. Finally she got her wits back and she reached behind her head, feeling a knot. That'd hurt for a good week. Tilting her head to the side Stan licked her face and she laughed weakly. "Hey buddy. G'morning...I must have fallen asleep reading for once." As she looked around she grew quiet. Nope...not her place. Where were her books? And what were those strange wires everywhere and green plates of small buildings? (Otherwise known as computer chips to those intellectually inclined in computers.)
Her nose wrinkled when she smelled smoke and she coughed. "Am I back in my childhood?" She held out her hands. Okay, nope, not smaller. "Ugh...I'm going to get cancer. Hey stop smoking! I feel my lungs turning blaaaaahhhowwwww." She shifted her weight and slowly sat up, the world spinning around her. Her vision blurted in and out as she tried to focus on the moving shapes. "Sorry, but do you have a..a...ummmm..." She wiggled her fingers and pursed her lips, drawing a blank. "Talking device? That thing with the cord...and you hear people's voices? I need to...contact...Ann." Her throat felt dry and she tried to moisten it. " Finally her vision returned and she saw Icarus nearby, smoking.
"Cancer. Cancer. You." She pointed a finger, unsure of how to form sentences at the moment. "Stop the smoke. No smoke. So. Talking...PHONE. It's a phone." A smile crossed her paled lips and she laughed. "A phone, please?" Laughing again she pressed her head into the couch and watched him. "What..." A paused again. "what...UGH. Happened. Yeah. Faint? I fainted?" By now she was just glad she could even speak. Her head still was light and pounding and she felt uneasy. Stan rest his head against her leg and looked at her curiously. "Ohhhh yeah...ohhhh boy. There's an elf drilling into my skull. Hi drilling skull elf. Hate ya." Another giggle and she tilted her head back to look at the ceiling, wondering if Icarus would hand her a phone or tell her to get out. Either way, she'd be able to get a hold of Ann. Though leaving on her own would mean maybe hurting herself some more and getting taken a way to the loony bin. That place had not been very fun the last time.
((She's...a strange one...))
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 7:31 pm
Icarus watched her with a strangely even expression and slowly quirked an eyebrow. "... You got a concussion or something?" He asked of her and took a few more steps back next to a thin window. He used his free hand to wave his smoke elsewhere as he cracked the window open. "Maybe I should get some ice..." He looked thoughtful.
"Terry. I got that meat in my freezer... doesn't that work?" He took a drag and blew his smoke out the window. He frowned and laid his cig on the window's edge as he moved along elsewhere.
A moment or so later he had a cordless in hand. He deposited it in her lap and returned to his place at the window where he tried to enjoy the rest of his cancer inducing smoking.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 8:30 pm
((*cries* *posts*))
"I don't know who you hide from..." Terry grumbled, tapping a finger on his temple, "It's not like I remember much from last night. It took me a few minutes to realize just where the hell I was this morning, much less how I got here." So, he really didn't know who he was talking about.
He perked up at the sight of clothes - albeit wrinkled, slightly stale ones - and snatched the shirt out of Icarus' hands, following his directions to go pants-hunting. "Ya know, eating's important," said the man who would have more rather ordered a Scotch than a burger. "At least so you don't look like some sort of shower phantom."
That said, he ducked under the table to try and locate some pants. From his place beneath the worktable, he threw Icarus his middle finger before getting his hands on a pair of jeans that flared at the bottom. "What the... What kind of clothes do you buy?" He held up the flares before shaking his head and ducking away to get dressed.
Actually, it was probably a good thing they did flare, because the pants, while they fit well enough, were way too long. At least they weren't bunching up around his ankles like normal jeans would. Terry then snatched his belt from his dirty pants and started threading it through is belt loops.
Curiously, the man peered at Zoe, whom Icarus had laid on the couch. "Ohh. She looks familiar..." Frowning, Terry leaned over the back of the couch and peered at Zoe's sleeping face. DAMN she was familiar. "What? Ice? Yeah, probably. It's probably not good she's out cold either." He tapped his forehead, "Concussions are no fun."
Terry skirted backwards, nearly falling over himself as he did so, when Zoe's eyes flickered open and she slowly sat up, speaking nonsense. The man raised both eyebrows at this, giving Icarus a questioning look. "Ya know, he can smoke if he wants to. Your lungs aren't your brain... Smoking's not gonna make your head worse." He flashed a bright smile before venturing towards the fridge, where Icarus had mentioned meat.
"You wanna stick the sirloin or the rump on her head?" He asked from the depths of the freezer. "Rump's funnier." Deciding on that, Terry brought forth the meat, lightly dropped it in her lap with the phone, and was tempted to go stand by the window and smoke too. Though, he was interested in this colorful woman, mostly because he was SURE he'd seen her before. And not from being half blacked-out from alcohol... but somewhere else. And it was driving him crazy that he couldn't remember.
Running his hands through his still-damp hair, Terry disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, before coming back with the half-empty pack of cigarettes in his hand. "Do I seriously have to go to the window?"
((....I... don't... know. *shrugs helplessly*))
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Alandra_Noir Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 8:49 pm
Zoe smiled slightly at Icarus and shrugged. "If I got a concussion...then maybe to you that'd be a good thing?" She said, with not a tone of negative emotion in her voice. It was like she was kidding with him, though not really. When he handed her the phone she smiled again, but this time her lips twitched. "Thanks...I guess I should call George. He's not at work yet." She quickly said and began dialing the phone number to the guy's house.
As Terry gave her the rump roast she blinked at it and then at him. "Grazia. Not really hungry though...for frozen me-"
"Hello?" Came a tired, rusty voice through the other end of the phone. When he spoke she smiled widely and placed the meat behind her head, letting the cold seep into the place where the cement had rudely interrupted her head's fall.
"I'm going to die." Her eyes raised to the ceiling and she sighed. On the other end there was a rather annoyed sigh and creaking of a bed. "Seriously. The world is caving in on me and I'm eating rump roast through the back of my head. I can't taste anything that way though, the elf drilling into my skull I guess can. Good for him."
"Where are you?" George asked, not needing Zoe to explain. He knew her since they were in diapers, by now if he didn't know what she meant when she said she was about to die, than not even God himself would.
"By the park, at a computer place. You'll hear my soul dieing from the outside of the store. Promise." Her eyes closed and she grinned placidly to herself. Stan rest his head against her legs as she drummed his head.
"Alright. Don't you dare leave. If you do, I swear I'll be the one to kill you." He hung up on her and she placed the phone on the couch.
Her eyes studied the two men in front of her and she gave them both a concerned look. "What's wrong with the window? I don't want to die any faster than I am." The face she gave him was somewhat of a serious, annoyed look before she giggled and drew her legs up to her chin and wrapped her arms around them. "Whatever. I grew up with people smoking...I guess if I don't have cancer now, I never will." Blue-green eyes lowered to Stan who was dozing off on the floor now, head resting atop of a computer monitor. Smiling she let her head bob tiredly in silence before tilting her head up again to watch them.
"Sorry about this. I mean...having to have me here and all." She rolled her eyes and raised an unsteady hand to her hair, feeling it's stiffness. "Nice...nice place."
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