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Captain

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PostPosted: Fri Mar 11, 2005 2:19 pm


"With what...?" Tsurai said softly, letting it hang in the air.

He was almost positive that he wasn't going to get an answer.

He fell asleep rather quickly, although it was probably more of a passing out type of thing.

And when the sun came up, he had Isiah's jacket over himself like a blanket, and was waken up by the horrendous light. Tsurai covered his head with the jacket, a small groan escaping from him.
It felt like he had a hangover. And his face felt weird.

Underneath the jacket, he halfmindedly ribbed his hands over his face and felt it...

Pimples.

Even though Tsurai was sick, felt like s**t, probably still had a fever, and was sweating from the heat, to boot, he shot up and went over to Isiah's sleeping form.
Grasping the heavy man's shoulder's, he violently shook the Irishman, yelling "I told you I told you I told you!! LOOK AT THIS! I'm not 15, you a*****e! LOOK AT ME!"

Tsurai may have been as straight as an arrow, but he still had dignity. And being called a pimpleface was not something Tsurai was going to look forward to.
PostPosted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 1:37 pm


Isiah yawned, one eye opening before the other. It took about thirty seconds to gain focus before he started laughing- quietly at first, but with growing volume and intensity.

"You've never had the CHICKEN POX you little cretin? Oh, man. You're in for it now." He sat up, adjusting his boots- he had tried to kick them off while he slept with no success. "We better find that town today so we can get you to lie down.. I can't believe.." He chortled a little more. "That's just pathetic, right there."

Evil Disco


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Captain

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PostPosted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 6:11 pm


[[Ee gads! You're ALIVE!]]

Tsurai glared at the man as he laughed.
Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, and just punched Isiah in the face from where he was sitting.

"a*****e," he muttered.

Chicken pox?

How fun. Not one day was he ever sick and then all the sudden. BAM. Chicken pox.

"This is why you don't shove people in their own puke!" Tsurai ******** twit," he muttered under his breath.

[[Try QuikTrip. Weekly paycheck at 8.50 USD an hour for part time. ]]
PostPosted: Mon Mar 28, 2005 11:25 pm


[[I make 9.00 an hour plus tip, honey. ;B New jobs are awesome. I stopped working at Tard-get and finally got a Starbucks job where they won't treat me like a dog.]]

Isiah took the hit squarely, turning his head back to where it was before the blow, rolling his jaw on it's hinges. He waited for a moment. "Granted. But that's not what gave you the pox. Someone in the vault must have had it.."

His eyelids slid halfway down, chortling with the tiniest smidgen of humility as he raised his hand to rub his throbbing jaw. "With a little practice, kid, you might make a decent scrapper someday."

He glanced upward at the position of the sun, frowning. "Look. You gonna be able to walk, or do I need to carry you?"

[[sorry about not being around. Target wanted me to work every god damn day of my last week because they were angry with me for leaving. Haha. So I was working two jobs for awhile, plus school. FUN!]]

Evil Disco


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Captain

Elder

PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 11:14 am


[[lucky fool. (about the 9/hr waitressing)]]

Tsurai groaned, plopping himself on his butt across from Isiah.
He didn't want to be carried, he had some dignity. But he didn't want to exert himself, either.

However, he had his pride, and, after some thought, with another groan he forced himself up and started walking.
He was sweating a lot, and Tsurai was really thirsty (As sweating will dehydrate, and all).

Tsurai was embarrassed. He wanted to see his face, and yet he didn't. He'd never been sick before, he was afraid of what he looked like, but then, he wanted to know, just to pulverize Isiah for it.

And while the boy's mind was wandering, he managed to think about what Isiah said:
A little practice, and you might make a decent scrapper, one day.

Bah. He was trying to decide if he should be insulted or flattered.
And being felt flattered seemed totally wrong, considering Isiah was gay, so Tsurai settled on being insulted.

And that was about the time everything started getting blurry.
Then he got dizzy.

Tsurai immediately stopped walking, trying to blink off the blurriness. Everything was not spinning.
But. It felt like it.
Tsurai began to unknowingly sway and afterward, promptly fell on his back, muttering a "Make it stop, make it stop..."

Tsurai got dizzy easily, and now he was both scared and sick to his stomach.
PostPosted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 12:46 pm


Isiah walked after him, waiting for him to tire himself out. Once he collapsed, Isiah gingerly picked him up, hefting him over his shoulders. "You should have let me carry you, kid." Isiah had to adjust the duffle's weight from one arm to the other to keep good balance.

He held Tsurai tightly to keep him from injuring either Isiah or himself if he decided to struggle, pushing up the next hill. "You need to learn when you're beat. Pride'll be the death of you.."

Isiah's thoughts raced. It'd been awhile since he had chicken pox- he must have been six or seven- and he knew that the older you were, the more of an ordeal it became..

He wasn't sure how to handle it. His parents had kept him in bed and fed him chicken noodle soup- the white man's cure- but that obviously wasn't an option for Tsurai. For the time being, Isiah just wanted to get him out of the heat.

He trecked on for a little while longer, his sunburn growing darker, groaning as sweat cooled his temples, staining his undershirt. He was beginning to think that perhaps, starvation was a far better alternative than death by heat stroke..

We gotta find town soon.. it shouldn't have taken us this long..

Evil Disco


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Captain

Elder

PostPosted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 4:25 pm


[[If you're waiting for me to come up with a town or something, I've got nothing.]]

Tsurai coughed when he was picked up, and held on to Isiah's shirt for about ten minutes, shaking, as Tsurai still felt like he was going to spin out of control.

But it seemed like after the ten minutes, the spinning subsided and the eighteen year old weezed, hoarsely whispering, "Tsu-rai, I can't... Breathe.."

He would've normally began to kick free after that, but the kid was too tired, lazy, and ill to begin even trying.
PostPosted: Thu Apr 07, 2005 2:02 pm


Isiah sighed, pulling Tsurai down from his shoulders to cradle him against his chest instead. "Better now?" He grunted as the grade became steeper, leaning forward to adjust to the change, sweat rolling down his temples. "******** heat.."

He knew that it wouldn't be long before he became severely dehydrated, and he wouldn't have the strength to push on- at this point, he just had to have faith that over that hill, town would be there..

And so it was.

Lying at the bottom of what was once a basin lay a missmash of shanties, tents and ruined buildings, streets paved with rubble, people wandering aimlessly between stained awnings.

Isiah visibly untensed, shoulders slumping downward. "Finally.." He looked down towards Tsurai's face to gauge his wellness, if any, groaning before starting down the hill toward shade.

Immediately upon arrival, Isiah set Tsurai down in the corner of a ruined building- the brick was cool, shaded from sunshine by a crudely drawn tarp over it's top corner. He then set down the duffel bag, plopping down next to the boy, picking out their canteen of water and handing it to him. "Here."

[[sorry if I'm more absent than usual. My girlfriend dumped me and I'm trying to find that comfortable numbness.]]

Evil Disco


[Q]
Captain

Elder

PostPosted: Fri Apr 08, 2005 2:25 pm


Tsurai didn't answer, and curled into as much a ball as he could in Isiah's arms as he went over the hill, and back down again.

When the eighteen year old was put down in the shade, he opened an eye, and for a moment, thought he was drunk, as he couldn't focus.
But then a canteen got thrown at him. Tsurai let it fall in his lap with a sigh.

Begrudgingly, he picked the canteen up and handed it back to Isiah, saying, "You need it more than I do."

And with that, the kid looked around wearily, then squinted.
Then shook for a moment.

Then finally lost it.

Dropping the canteen, he clamped his hands to his face and started scratching it as fast as possible.

"THIS ITCHING IS GONNA ******** KILL ME!" he yelled out.

He was tired of holding it in.
PostPosted: Fri Apr 08, 2005 2:36 pm


Isiah laughed out loud- the laugh quickly turned into a cough. He curled his fist and coughed into it, shaking his head. "I can fight for my water, boy. You'd better take a hand-out when it's offered."

He tucked the canteen back nevertheless, having a feeling Tsurai wouldn't take it. "We really need to find you better shelter than this.." Isiah was finally beginning to feel the repurcussions of too much sun. He felt a little dizzy and sleepy.. but not much else.

He lay his head back against the wall, shutting his eyes, enjoying the cool shade. "I was going to get up and do something but.. I don't want to leave you to protect our stash here.." He dragged the duffel bag between them. "I'm gonna take a nap, okay? You should do the same."

Evil Disco


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Captain

Elder

PostPosted: Fri Apr 08, 2005 2:44 pm


Tsurai kept scratching himself. He felt like he had fleas.. Only.. A bajillion times worse.

And fleas were already pretty bad.
The more he scratched, the more it itched, and that's why Tsurai hadn't itched untl this point, and now that he had given in, it'd be harder to stop again...

Gah, it was just like drugs!

Regardless, after the night, and the carrying, Tsurai seemed okay mentally, as it was now just the itching that was bothering him. If he had a fever, he didn't mind it, and he wasn't really dizzy anymore.

"Oh, shove it!" he proclaimed to Isiah.
"You need that water. YOU are getting heatsroke. I can tell.. Through all this..."

Tsurai growled and sat on his hands, flinching every now and then as he glared at Isiah.

".. itching..." He hissed.

"You drink the damned water. I can wait. I'd probably just throw it back up, anyway." His left brow twitched.

"And if I weren't..!" Tsurai lifted up his fist, hand red. "If I didn't itch so much, I'd ********' punch you senseless for laughing at me...!"

Moment of pause.

"Argh....!"

He went back to frantically scratching himself.
PostPosted: Fri Apr 08, 2005 2:56 pm


Isiah chortled. "That's why I laugh. I know you can't fight back." He begrudgingly opened up the duffel bag and took a meager sip from the canteen- enough to get rid of the constant, dry itching in his throat- before screwing the cap on tightly and putting it back. "You might as well just roll around in the dirt. You'd cover more bases that way, eh?"

Evil Disco


[Q]
Captain

Elder

PostPosted: Fri Apr 08, 2005 3:05 pm


Tsurai frowned, groaning, "That'd probably just make it worse."

Tsurai sat on his hands again, rolling his head on his neck for it to crack as he winced at the lack of scratching himself.

Tsurai's back had next to no feeling in it, so he wondered if there were even any pox on his back. He tried to concentrate-as that's what he usually did to see if anything was on his back, but he couldn't even feel the brick wall because of the itching.

Finally, with a groan and a shake, Tsurai turned his back to Isiah and said, "Are there any on my back anyway?"

From all the sun the kid was getting, he had begun getting a tan, and his native American roots were coming through. That wasn't why his back was mostly unfeeling, however.
With his tan, the scars on his back became more noticeable.
There were obvious stab wounds all over it, but then there were also huge gashes from burns that seemed to connect the stab wounds together, like a sick game of connect-the-dots.
They were horribly white, and even shiny now with the sweat from Tsurai.
The back would feel weird to someone touching it since the stab wounds would be deep in the skin, while the burn wounds protruded outward.

It was almost a shock as to how anyone could do this to someone else, since before, because Tsurai was so pale, the scars were so hard to see that most people missed it unless they inspected closely.

"I can't feel any." He hmphed. "But then again I can't feel anything back there, so are there any?"

And indeed there were none; the skin tissue was too scarred to grow anything new.
PostPosted: Fri Apr 08, 2005 3:57 pm


Isiah's face twisted a little once he saw the familiar scarring on Tsurai's back. Denziens got pretty used to the like- it was a way of life..

He leaned forward as if to inspect more closely, one fingertip running down scar tissue- there would be no feeling, anyway.

"Nope. Nothin'."

Isiah wouldn't press him about it, though it was worrisome. It did answer several questions, but he would keep that to himself. He didn't want Tsurai turning around and asking him more questions.

He looked up at the awning, the sun moving quickly westward it seemed. "I'm telling you, kid, I need sleep. A little rest probably wouldn't hurt you much either."

Evil Disco


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Captain

Elder

PostPosted: Fri Apr 08, 2005 4:22 pm


Tsurai sighed and leaned back against the building again, sitting on his hands.

"Fine, go to sleep, then." He looked up at the sky, back of his head against the brick.

"But I can't. Too much itching. I'm sure I'll black out later, anyway."

Tsurai took out a hand and rubbed from his collarbone to his abs.
He was forcing himself to be slow with it; maybe it would go away.

He continued that for ten minutes, his body shaking more and more for trying to ignore the itching. Looking back to Isiah, who was now asleep, Tsurai let out both his hands and scratched frantically at his chest again, peeling off dead skin.

He felt like a really scrawny, dirty dog.

After five minutes of scratching, he looked over to Isiah again- he was still asleep.

Tsurai got up and took the water canteen. He took a few swallows, put it back, then hid the duffelbag under a pile of loose tarp a few feet from Isiah.

The eighteen year old got walked down the "road", looking for dirt he could roll in, but found something better: A well.

Tsurai's right hand instinctively went to his dog tags, and pulled on them at his neck, scratching the back of it with the chain.

He then put both hands on the well and looked down in it, blinking.

Tsurai seemed to stare into space for a moment, or maybe a long moment, before someone tapped him on the shoulder and he swiftly turned around, fist in the air.
"Who's there?!" he called, before he noticed a dirty blonde man with a surprised look on his face.
The stranger lifted up both hands apologetically.

"Sorry there," he said. "Don't hurt me." A small chuckle escaped him, and he motioned to the well.
"There's no water in there, it's dry. Just wanted to let you know... Which.. What happened to you...?"

Tsurai growled and turned back to the well, putting down the bucket, only for it to clatter at the stone bottom. He groaned.

"Chicken pox," Tsurai said, moping. "And I was looking for mud."

"To stop the itching?" The stranger questioned.

"Yeah."

"I've got something better you can use. It's a lotion. Come with me," the blonde-haired man said, turning to walk off.

Tsurai pushed himself up and followed the other man, fists clenched while various parts of him flinched from trying not to scratch.

Five minutes later, Tsurai and the blonde-haired man were in a half of a house, Tsurai in a chair.

The stranger was hunting through a cabinet somewhere, and finally pulled out a clear glass bottle, corked, with some thick orange-colored stuff in it.
Tsurai guessed the man was right, and it was lotion.

Setting the bottle on the table, the blond-haired man sat opposite of Tsurai.

"My name is Simon," he stated. "What's your's?"

Tsurai blinked a few times, looking around suspiciously. Even so, the past was behind him, and Tsurai did trust this man...

"Tsurai," the eighteen year old finally stated, taking the glass and uncorking it with a "pop".

Just as he tipped the bottle over to put some lotion on his hand, Simon got up, walking to him.
"Need help?" He said, dragging his chair and twisting it to sit next to Tsurai.

Even more suspicious now, but not truley caring, Tsurai handed Simon the bottle, who in turn took it on his hand and held the hand up.

"May I?" He suggested.

Tsurai shrugged. What could it hurt, he figured. "Sure."

Simon leaned over and slopped the lukewarm lotion on his side, down his arm. It did work, and smelled pretty nice too, so Tsurai began to relax a bit.

It was ten minutes, and Tsurai had basically let Simon touch all over him, that was, until Simon got to his thighs, and his too-low pants. And touched something that he wasn't supposed to.

Tsurai stood up with a start, "What was that for?!"

"It was an accident. I'm sorry. Won't happen again, I promise." Simon meekly smiled.

Tsurai glared down at Simon for a moment, who was still sitting.
"Listen. Thanks for the lotion, but, I've gotta go. I have a friend waiting."

Simon gave a look of disapproval, but only replied, "Will you come back later? Can I meet your friend? Tsurai?"

Tsurai walked out, "Yeah, sure," he said absentmindedly, "And thanks again."

He made his way back to Isiah, covered in orange.. Lotion, which actually DID work, surprisingly, and stood over Isiah for a few minutes, pondering on whether to sit or not.

And whether, if what just happened, had really, purposely happened, or really was an accident. Tsurai instinctively pulled his pants up at the thought of either.

He needed a belt.
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