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 Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 7:40 pm
Jean hadn't heard the calling, so thus didn't know he was being followed. Quickly, he ducked into the first restroom he passed, heading straight for the sinks. The sound of running water falling against porcelain spilled into the hall way. Grabbing a number of paper towels, Jean did his best to clean the blood from both his hands and his face. Alas, it was already too late for his shirt. Carefully, he unbuttoned it, running it under the cold watter before the blood could set. All the while, he talked to himself, trying to psych himself out into believing things were better then they were. "Everything will be alright. You came here to get away from them and that's exactly what you've done." Another deep breath. "I just need to clear my head. I need to think about this logically... I'm not here for my looks, after all..." This sort of self-hypnotism didn't seem to work. Slowly, he slipped to his knees and rested his head on the sink.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 7:46 pm
Mark gave a small growl and kept following the boy. He felt like a stalker but he had seen small patters of red fluid follow the boy's wake. He was bleeding and needed help.
He stepped into the bathroom and frowned. Silently he entered and moved over to the boy's side. Poor kid was talking to himself. "Hey..." He said pulling off his jacket and put it around Jean's shoulders, running a hand down the kid's back.
"Let's go back, get you cleaned up and go to bed, huh? We don't need another mattress. After what we were just through, I'd rather not sleep alone." He smiled and knelt down to his level. "What do ya say? We can hit the showers or something if it makes you feel better."
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 7:55 pm
He jumped a bit, only now realizing that the watter was overflowing in the sink. Quickly, he rose to his feet and turned off the faucet, retracting his thoroughly soaked shirt. Realizing it wasn't yet clean, he again tried to scrub it. "I'm alright." He smiled, putting on the usual light-hearted face. "And I dare say.. Hitting the shower would be to your benefit, not mine." A gentle, yet somewhat nervous laugh escaped him as he began to wring out the white garment. Twisting it to expel all the water, he again started to talk. "But thank you... Despite being a lech, you've got a good heart." However it was intended to sound, I'm not sure. But at this time, Jean had again started walking. Completely forgetting the jacket on his shoulders and the fact that he was topless, he again gallivanted in the halls, returning to his room for a change of clothing.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 8:08 pm
"Leach?" He questioned with a furrowed eyebrow. What was that supposed to mean? He couldn't figure out if he was complimented or mocked. Instead he followed after the boy, shoving his hands in his pockets
Once they got into the room he noted Rigatoni was out cold, taking up a lot of the mattress. Nice. He shucked off his own shirt and tugged at the necklace, searching for a clasp or anything. Nothing. He couldn't get it off. Overwhelmed by the events of the day he laid down, looking over at the rather buff man.
He put a hand on his head and sighed. "Come to bed whenever you want, Roger... I'll make room." He closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off. He had work to do that night anyway. He needed to be well rested.
He scooted closer to Jericho in his sleep, liking the feeling of warmth and protection the other gave. He didn't want to admit it anymore but he was scared shitless of what just happened. How could they be so... relaxed about it?
How could they... His mind landed in the world of dreams.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 8:37 pm
Jean smiled quietly. "Strange people.." he mumbled quietly. "Just like home... <3" He scanned the room once, looking to see if his bags had been delivered yet. Apparently not... he sighed, and looked over at the bed. There they were, his new friends. Shaking his head gently, he knelt down next to them, sitting on the floor and resting his head on the stiff mattress. With a soft yawn, he reached up and held onto the arm of the red-head. And this is how he fell asleep, so concluding the events of the day.
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