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 Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 3:30 am
He was feeling that strange sensation he had come to realize was guilt building in the back of his head. Mrrh was a man of his word, a jerk and an a*****e but still a man of his word. And it wasn't that he had forgotten about the strange kid int he graveyard...the one that didn't talk. No..he had just been swept up with that small dragon and then his ..strange obession with cutting himself.
Wearing long pants despite the summer days getting warmer he managed to hide his scared up leg though his cape did a pretty good job of hiding his arm. He felt...the desire to do more, but he wanted to wait..he had weakened himself so badly doing his leg he needed to make sure he didn't pass out the next time he decided to expand on the strange scar designs.
Sighing he was glad the humid day was fading to night, he felt more at peace...and perhaps it just seemed more natural to go visit a graveyard at night...
His cape drapped over his shoulders and he had his one arm tucked behind the folds. His other twitched wanting to fidget with the dagger he had concealed in an inner pocket inside his fur cape. Looking around he tried to find the person he owed a long overdue visit with.
Today's workload was...nonexistant. The other night workers had refused to give Anon a share of the jobs, convinced that he needed a night off. The thing was...Anonymous didn't really play video games, or on the internet. He didn't want to impose on his friends (the few he actually had...actually just the one, Deimos), and he had read every book in his possession at least once. Days off meant he had nothing to do, and that was why he generally only took one off a month; even then it was forced, like today. Being unable to do anything, Anon was going crazy from boredom, and had taken to wandering the graveyard, stopping to stare down at the grave where he had buried his item. Luckily, the grave hadn't been disturbed by a zombie, nor had it been needing an exhumation; his item was safe, if not probably disgustingly dirty by now. The Cadaver Curio just stood there, gloved hands in his pockets and his back a little slouched, seeming to stare down at the grave; but really, he was just spacing out, his mind blank. He didn't know he was being sought after; his back was too the yard's entrance.
Mrrhs head looke around the graveyard, spotting the taller hooded figure and looked away, the Anon he knew was shorter kid...not this guy. But hey seeing as he was standing there staring at a grave maybe he had seen him.
There was a long moment of debat...keep on searching? Or ask for help? There was a stubborn part of him that desired to work on his own...but e didn't exactly have all night to find Anon,
"Hey, you seen a kid around here? Note pad in tow?" He calledo ut coming towards the other slowly but hanging back enough to linger in the shadows red eyes watching the figure warily.
Anon's growth spurt had him become a tall, lanky thing - the other night shift workers were only too happy to measure his height, and were more than amused with the fact that when he stood straight (a rarety, certainly), he actually reached 5'11. Their current favourite joke is that they wouldn't have to help him out of the six foot deep graves anymore; all he had to do was jump to grab the ledge and he could get out his damned self. The voice startled him, and his head snapped to the side to see who it was; he recognized the other boy immediately, and despite his absolute joy over seeing that Mrrh's promise was kept, he was almost amused at the question. 'Not for a week.' He replied in sign language, his lips setting in what was probably an amused grin.
It...was unsettling...but a familar sort of chill when he could only see those pale lips. THe stitches on each side of his quirking smirk,...hell this WAS Anon. Mrrh stood there, rather dumbstruck a moment taking a step back as he then shifted and moved forward a bit.
"What you do get a growth spurt injection? Hells.." he muttered as he circeled Anon to analyze his friends new body. Had it been that long? He supposed it was...he sighed rubbing his head and then moved some of his hair away from his eyes.
"s**t man you grew like a weed for a undead one.."
Anon chuckled silently. His body made the motions, but no sound ever came out of him. When Mrrh started to circle he stepped backwards to prevent his companion of stepping on the graves, but otherwise stayed still like a good boy, letting the inspection take place. 'I do not know, just woke up this way.' He shrugged, scratching the back of his hooded neck with his ever-gloved hand. 'Very surprising. Scared me. But scared co-workers more. Thought I was a zombie, tried to peg me with a shovel.' Slumping forward a bit in a very animated (and silent) sigh, he continued. 'At least they did not try to shoot me.' Now he was taking in Mrrh's appearance, he was starting to realize things...for example, he was wearing pants. It had been cold the last time they met, and Mrrh had been wearing shorts...was he backwards with his dress style? Not that he was one to talk. But not only that... 'Your hair is shorter.'
Mrrh jerked his head a bit as if starteled but the assement of his hair. He blinked and then touched the shortened locks and he gave a bit of a chuckle.
"Ah..yeah.. you could say it was a dare..." He continued with a shrug, it did seem odd of him to be wearing heavier clothes despite the days beign warmer.
"Glad they didn't get you with a gun...I'd feel even more guilty to find I cam to visit a grave instead of a friend.." he murmured as he offered Anon a smirk of his own.
"Still got the hood huh?" The dark skinned boy stated pointing to the very interesting skull pattern on the clothing desgin, and despite the fact he used his unscarred arm to point with his cape fell a bit away from his other arm. Mrrh noted this and hoped to hell it was dark enough he couldn't see. Could he see? Did Anon even have eyes? He couldn't say it wasn't like he had ever seen the boy with his hood off. He shifted to pull the cape back into place discreetly as possible.
Dared to cut his hair? Interesting...Anon had never heard of such a thing. Then again, he was pretty sheltered. Dealing with the dead (and undead) on a constant basis never really taught him how to be a normal kid, nevermind a teenager. 'Looks good on you.' Anon complimented, his usually still heart stirring when he was called a friend - even his smile seemed to soften (though it was hard to tell, considering so much emotion rested in the eyes). Mrrh's question was responded with a nod, a gloved hand reaching up to press against the top of his head, as if holding the hood down a little more. Of course he had the hood! Why would he get rid of it?! It felt safe. Anon didn't notice the scars, but he did notice the way Mrrh shifted with a purpose. Something just wasn't right. 'Did you hurt yourself?'
Mrrh only chuckled at Anon's response to the comment about his hood, "Hey we all got our own secrets." He stated as he rolled his shoulder when the question was posed at him, he only luaghed and tilted his head away he didn't avoid 'eye contact' or hoo contact as it were, "No, what made you think that?" He inquired trying to push past the subject, you think he'd learn to just wear blood long sleeves...but it was getting far too hot to wear long sleeves as well. "Come on lets move, standing here is making me fidget.." he continued half turning his gaze lingering on Anon to see if the teen would follow.
It wasn't that it was a secret...it was just more comfortable to him that way. He had a face, he had hair...but the thought of anyone seeing it made him panic. 'Not a secret...just...' He couldn't think of a way to properly express that to Mrrh, so he just let that particular subject drop with a shrug. Suspicions rose when Mrrh looked away, but Anon had no reason to pry just yet and besides...the first time he met Mrrh, he probably pissed him off with all the questions. 'No reason.' He signed, apparently playing along - oh, but he would most certaily try to figure that part out. He'd win, in the end. Mrrh demanded to move, and like a good little puppy, Anon turned to follow, his hands in his hoodie pockets and his posture ever slouched. Not that he knew where they were going, but Mrrh seemed to have a good idea.
It wasn't that he had any particular idea where he wanted to go, he just..needed to move. He didn't like standing still it made him feel uncomfertable, like he had no purpose..he needed to be doing something.
He walked along keeping mostly to himself before he looked over to Anon and then went to rub the back of his neck, awkward. What did you discuss with someone you met once and promised to see again?
Oh right. It had been awhile..they could catch up on things.
"So anything new with you? Besides the growing part. I think that much is obvious, " He snickered, "Made any other friends?"
Awkward wasn't what Anon would have described it as; quiet was more like it. He was just too happy to have company! He shook his head slowly when asked if anything was new. Nope, nothing. Well, aside from the growth? 'Not really...dig graves, beat zombies...I have not made new friends.' There were so many contributing factors that he couldn't break free of, sadly. 'I...went shopping with Deimos.' Though Mrrh probably wouldn't know who that was. 'And you? Aside from the hair.'
Mrrh snorted at the name of Deimos. The few times he had met the youth had been annoying. A scardy cat that used a cat for protection. "Shopping? With him? I am surprised he didnt run away shrieking in your presnce.." he groweled his obvious dislike for the boy rather obvious. Perhaps it didn't help that their last meeting had resulted in him having a very strange hallucination that had drivin him to his knee's in fear.
"I've managed to pick up a small dragon curio as 'pet'. He can talk..and unfortunately seems to have taken a liking of me.."
'He used to...but he sleeps with me now.' A little bit probably (most definitely) got lost in translation with that one, but he let the subject drop after that; it was obvious that Mrrh didn't like him one bit. Which was too bad, considering currently? Deimos was his best friend. 'A pet? I think that is great for you. Less lonely that way.' Anon's lips might have been smiling, but in this light, it was hard to tell.
Mrrh stopped walking and half turned to stare at Anon, misunderstanding what he had meant by 'sleeping' and taking it literally. "You SLEEP with him??" He asked looking really confused now, he rubbed his temples trying to get out of his head the mental image of Deimos and Anon in bed together,
"And no..I don't need or want a pet. Its just..a hassal." He continued seeming a bit stuck on his head being in the gutter.
Anon tilted his head, surprised by Mrrh's confusion. Why would he react like tha-----OH. Jumping a bit, Anon waved his hands infront of him as though erasing what he had previously said. Eventually though, the frantic movements calmed down. 'No no! Not like that! He visits, it gets too late to go home, and he stays the night. I stay with him so he will not be scared.' Slumping as if defeated, a hand disappeared into the darkness of his hood, pinching the bridge of his nose. 'You shouldn't push people away..' He warned Mrrh; he knew what it was like to be lonely; he didn't understand why Mrrh thought people were hassles.
He felt a breath sigh out of him, relief? Why should it matter to him if Dei and Anon slept together or SLEPT together. He found the feelings confusing in the least...though he suspposed it was like how he was trying to detatch him from other connections he had made by accident in the past.
"...heh..I don't need people..I suppose you are buddy buddy with Kay too? Has he bad mouthed me as well to you? Seems like he warned Deimos about me ..so I can only assume.." he sounded bitter, and angry at the mentioning of Kay. And yet he was the one to bring him up.
The relieved sigh did not go unnoticed...and that confused him. A lot. But the confusion over that incident was lost when a new one was brought up. Mrrh was making assumptions about him, and that made him flinch. He shook his head slowly, pity for the dark skinned one welling up in his mind. 'I have only met Kay once. I have no reason to dislike you in any way. You kept your promise to me, you are not a bad person.' He signed slowly, some sense of pointed urgency in the way his hands moved. Once he was done, and quite uninvited, he leaned down to hug Mrrh, still bowing his head to shadow his face, and just trusting that he wouldn't try anything.
Mrrh stiffened as he wasn't really expecting any sort of physical contact from Anon in the least. Plus he, had no idea how to respond to a hug. He knew in his mind that Anon was trying to make him feel better, and though he was still unconvinced about about Kay not bad mouthing about him to Anon he...felt his body just..shiver. He patted Anon awkwardly on the back as if HE was the one who needed comforting not him.
"Well...I am glad you ..still consider me a friend." he responded as he then pushed Anon away though he was trying to do it in such a way that didn't seem like he was shoving him either. Using both arms he pushed Anon carefully away and seemed to just hold him at arms length from his body. The cape setteled around his body as the wind tugged at the hem.
He usually wasn't a fan of touching others; he preferred to be in the presence of people, as opposed to making contact with them. But he couldn't help it in this case, Mrrh just seemed to need it. The pat on the back was a surprise to him, and when prompted he let go and leaned away, his head still bowed; he could barely see Mrrh's face, but he had a good view of his arms. More specifically the arm he seemed to be favouring...that had some interestingly morbid marks on it. It was hard to tell that he was looking at it, but he most certainly was...and he didn't know what to 'say' about it. 'So you did hurt yourself.' He signed slowly.
There was that pause again, Mrrh didn't seem to have realized that in his uncomfertabless with being hugged and pushing Anon away he had allowed his arm to become fully visible. He dropped his arm quickly though Anon had already seen it...so there was little point hiding it back under his cape.
Fingers traced along the raised scars slowly, obessively he didn't look at Anon but stared at his signing fingers as if acting as if he was having a tough time to understand him.
"Hurt....I suppose you can call it that..."
'Why?' He asked, his hidden gaze staring at the scars, the way Mrrh traced it...it didn't sit right with him, not at all. Reaching out, he grabbed the wrist of Mrrh's scarred arm, pulling the smaller male closer to him to better inspect the raised designs. A gloved hand reached out, a leather bound finger tracing over the designs as well. His lips were pulled into a grimace; his skin was marred, but not on his own will...but this one was doing this for a purpose, apparently. 'How often?'
Mrrh felt his arm being pulled and then felt himself shiver as Anon traced the scar with a gloved finger, he tried to pull his arm back just for the sake of being free of Anon's questions...but with Anon older he was also finding him stronger.
He struggeled a bit before he shrugged, at the question as if going to answer if only because he had to..
"I started awhile ago. As to why..." He shrugged his shoulders again, "Does it matter? I'm not hurting anyone but myself..." He was glad he was wearing pants right now...else Anon would probably be even more worried. "Often? As often as needed..." he stated using a hand to run it through the back of the hair on his head.
At first, his grip did not relent. Luckily, he could sign well enough with one hand, but he did use Mrrh's arm for some of the ones he needed an extra limb for. 'It does. Blood loss and infection. Can end up...' His head tilted, motioning to a newly closed grave. The funeral had been earlier this morning. 'I do not want you to die.' Mrrh wasn't going to get away from him so easily...but after a while, he released Mrrh's wrist and just stood there. He didn't move, just stayed where he was; slightly slouched with his arms limp at his sides, and appearing to stare at him.
Mrrh looked at Anon reproachfully and then looked away a bit, it was hard to really tell what he was thinking at this moment he rubbed his wrist and then sighed, "I am very careful...even when I want to do more.." he stated as he looked over his arm admiring his work.
"I won't die...not yet anyway..." he promised chuckling.."good thing you didn't see my leg first..." he murmured with a small sigh.
Anon didn't answer right away. He just stood there for a little while longer. He didn't approve of what Mrrh was doing, not as all. But...he didn't think he had the right to say anything about it. After a good long while of unmoving, he sighed silently. 'You can be careful all you like, but accidents will happen.' Again, he gestured to the grave, of all the fresh flowers that were near the headstone. 'You did it to your leg, too? Why, Mrrh? Why do you do this to yourself?'
THere was a sigh it was deep and seemed to come from the very bottom of his being, he shook his head and looked ran a finger along his raised skin again, "Why?" He had asked himself numerous times before, "Because...it feels good. I don't have to think when I cut..I don' thave to worry about what others say or what they are doing..." He shrugged again, he didn't go into details about feeling compelled to do it. How would you explain that to someone?
It felt good? That didn't make sense...something like that should NOT feel good. Either Mrrh was lying...or there was something wrong with him. Anon was thinking deeply, which had him go completely still again...but after a while, he started to move again, and it was only to sign. 'Hurt me instead.' He offered; sincereity was very hard for him to convey, but he was sincere with his offer.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 3:35 am
Mrrh stared at Anon and then he began to laugh, it was a hollow one, one that seemed like he was laughing because the world had just played some horribly cruel joke on him and laughing seemed the only thing he could respond with.
When he finally quieted down he looked to Anon an expression of amusment and sadness on his face.
"I don't hate you Anon, what makes you think I would be able to hurt you?" He inquired as he rubbed his temples again he felt a migraine coming on and being with Anon he was pretty sure if he tried to cut for a release he would be stopped.
Anon frowned at the reaction his sincere offer received. Mrrh was more than happy to hurt himself, but he couldn't hurt anyone else? While he supposed that was a good thing, he still wasn't comfortable with it. Anon spent his waking hours dealing with the dead - he knew life needed to be appreciated, not squandered as such. 'I can make you hate me, if it would help.' He offered, stepping closer to loom over his friend. Between the dark of the night and the way his hood fell, the upper portion of his face remained shadowed. 'And because I am willing to do whatever it takes to help you redirect this silly notion of yours.'
Mrrh's laughter faded away and died completely when Anon loomed over him, he found his hackles raising despite himself,
"Tch...what would you know? I don't want to be your enemy Anon, I have enough as it is.." He stated firmly as he found himself looking away his thumb still tracing over the scars on his arm. "Its about the only thing that makes my headaches go away...if your afriad I am trying to kill myself your wrong. I have no intentions of dying yet.." He confirmed as he tossed his friend a glare. Funny...how he lumped Anon as a friend. Friend. He always pushed people away..why was it that he considered Anon a friend?
'I will not hate you for it.' Anon urged once Mrrh was looking at him again, even if it was just a glare. 'I repeat, accidents happen. Please, Mrrh. There has to be another way.' He really didn't want to use a scare tactic, and the height difference was certainly enough to at least make Mrrh uncomfortable, that much had been proven already. 'You said about the only thing. What other option do you have?'
Mrrh looked to Anon stared at him, one would think not being able to meet a person's gaze would be unsetteling but he only looked at him wondering just WHY this was so important to Anon. He had never had anyone worry about him quite to this extent. Ryuusei had been worried when he found out, but the small dragon was just a kid in mind set and so the full extent of what he was doing to himself was lost on him.
"....Anon...I like....doing this." His fingers trailed along the longest of the scars trailing on the curve around his arm and back around, "There is something about it that makes me feel...like I have a purpose," He didn't bother to mention he had also researched the hell out of it after he had cut himself the first time.
"Besides...I doubt you'd even bleed.." He tried to laugh it off, lighten the subject, it didn't seem like it was going to help matters.
Purpose? If Anon could laugh, he would have. He didn't have a purpose, he was just a drone, and hurting yourself to feel like you have one was just...stupid. Anon wasn't much older than Mrrh, but to him, Mrrh seemed like a lost little boy right now, clawing around for attention. He didn't know why that mental image came to mind, but it did. 'You are being silly. Hurting yourself is not a purpose.' His mouth was still pulled into a frown, and when the subject tried to change, the cadaver Curio shook his head. 'Your Knife. You have it on you, don't you? Give it to me.' He demanded in his sign language, then held out his hand expectantly.
Mrrh snapped his head up and then took a step backwards, "What? Why? And no I don't go anywhere without it! I need it with me!" He rushed his words together a string of almost uninteligable words, the stress on NO and NEED bearing the forfront, "Unless you plan on helping me with expanding the design...and even then no! Anon come on...just..drop it already. I came here to fulfill a promise..can't you know we just...'hang out' or something?"
'Give it to me.' He repeated, again holding out his hand. Mrrh's panic over the situation did not surprise him. 'I will give it back, I want to know if I bleed.' It was partially true, he'd never been cut before, not even when the zombies managed to get the one-up on him. It was for science...but if he did bleed, perhaps Mrrh would see it and reconsider. 'We can hang out after that. Please.'
Mrrh looked to that outstretched hand, the gesture of want every urge of his body told him to run. Don't trust him, as soon as that blade was given over he'd never see it again.
"It doesn't matter Anon, I was JOKING. I don't want to hurt you.." He started as he found himself reaching into his cape his fingers trailing along the familar hilt of the weapon before he finally withdrew it. It was simple in design, old fashioned even...a triangle wedge shape with a wicked point on the end. His hand shook with the effort to not just cut himself right now. It would help calm him down...but instead he flipped the weapon around so the hilt was in his friends direction and firmly placed it in Anon's hand, though it took him a moment to release it. In fact he had to swallow and close his eyes as he finally dropped his hand away. He felt nakid without it.
Anon wasn't relenting, even when Mrrh tried to tell him this wasn't necessary. From the shadow of his hood he watched where Mrrh put the blade; it was right where he thought it would be. Now he knew where he kept it, and that was always a good piece of information. Part of him hoped that Mrrh would try to cut himself now, it meant he could forcibly disarm him and confiscate the weapon, but as it stood it was handed over. gripping the hilt tightly in his left hand, he unhooked the thumb hole on his hoody sleeve and removed the glove on his right hand, rolling the sleeve up to his elbow. His arm was surprisingly clean and free of staples or stitches, and that was the arm he chose to demonstrate on. He pressed the surprisingly sharp blade into his gray and green tinted skin in the middle of his forearm, inhaling sharply; ********, this hurt! Gritting his teeth, he dragged the weapon slowly across his arm, making a single cut parallel to his wrist; and, even more surprisingly, a strange liquid seeped from the wound. It was blood, certainly...but it was slightly the wrong colour, and slightly the wrong scent. As though someone never finished swapping the blood for formaldehyde. But still, it was blood. His hand was clenched into a fist and his teeth remain gritted; this was painful...how could Mrrh feel relief from this?
Mrrh felt his entire being shudder watching him, he tried to keep his hands from twisting together he had the overwhelming deisre to take the blade from him to stop him...it was different when someone else was doing this...it made him panic.
"Stop it...you proved your point you.." He swallowed looking at the strange liquid oozing from his arm, "Bleed..." THe dark skinned boy confirmed with a nod of his head as he then he knelt and rolled up a pant leg, the entire calf was still wrapped in gauze and he unrolled it slowly so he could rip a clean section off before rerolling his pants down and gesturing that he wanted the weapon back.. he wanted to swallow..breath...right now he was on the verge of panic. He had to have that blade back..he..it was important to him. "Give it back Anon," He said tensely, "And l..let me bandage that.."
Anon peeked open an eye when the ruffle of clothes caught his attention, his gaze moving down to the heavy bandages. He heard the panic in Mrrh's voice and saw the panic in his expression; when told to give it back, he shook his head. No, not yet. He might have been misplacing the type of panic, but making Mrrh scared like this was a good thing. So instead of returning the dagger, he pressed it once more into his arm, a few inches lower, and cut himself again, quicker this time. Then, he shifted the dagger to his right hand and lowered it, letting his strange blood drip down his arm and onto the dagger itself. Once he was sure his blood was on the hilt, he held it out, now moving to give it back to Mrrh...with his wounded arm. Let him do whatever he wanted now, his pont was hopefully proven.
Mrrh would probably get the point later, that Anon was trying to show him how he felt knowing that what Mrrh did caused him to feel like he currently did. Later he would probably call Anon all sorts of unsightly things, but right now he only took the blade back, slick with blood though he fumbeled it and went to catch it though it dropped onto the ground with a loud clatter. He stared at a moment before he finally bent over to pick it up and then raised the tip to his lipshe drew the blade across the stitches slowly cutting them cleanly before he found himself sniffing the blade, the blood smelt wrong..he knew the sharp iron scent of blood...but he only put it back into his cape slowly fingers clutching the sharp edges letting the blade cut into the skin so that he could manage a small release. Of course...his hand was bleeding but he ignored it his body seeming to relax as he then took Anon's arm and lifted it so he could look it over.
"Your a jerk you know.."
Anon's lips curled into a silent growl when Mrrh raised the dagger to his lips, and despite the pain in his arm he stared with surprising focus at his smaller friend. He saw the blood on his hand, but couldn't tell in this light who it belonged to...he just hoped it was his, and not Mrrh's. He stayed obediantly still when his arm was inspected, merely shrugging when called a jerk. Yeah, but Mrrh had to learn...even if it took his getting hurt in the process. The other Curio had his arm, and it prevented him from signing properly...so until Mrrh released him, his retaliations were slim if non existant.
Mrrh had done enough bandage work to know how to wrap it properly, as well prevent too much blood loss. He wound the bandage tightly around his arm again before he gave Anon a small punch on the shoulder. A small smear of read on the white part of the hoodie was there but in this lighting it was hard to tell.
"What do you want me to say Anon? That's i'll never do it again? I can't promise that.." He groweled, "What you going to threaten to hurt yourself too? Then what? " The youth demanded sounding very irked, he groweld licking his lips parched, he didn't want Anon hurting himself over him.
Anon shifted a bit when he was punched, playing it up more than it really was. He inspected the bandage job, flinching when he touched the area between both cuts. Dropping his arm, he put his glove back on and hooked the thumbhole in the sleeve back in place, effectively hiding his new bandages. He'd stitch them closed later; something told him that he knew how. 'I just want you to think about what you are doing. How your actions affect others.' Anon warned slowly, being careful with the way he moved his right arm. He'd gotten Mrrh mad, that was fine, it meant he was doing something! His hooded head tilted in a nod, motioning to the path that lead to his crypt. 'Lets hang out.'
He wanted to snap at him, yell at him, shake him and punch him instead he snapped his mouth shut and groweled kicking a rock out of his foots way. Up until now he hadn't had anyone go to this extent to make him see how his actions effected others. It was strangely comfortingand extremely annoying at the same time.
Head turning his red eye'd gaze followed Anon's gesture and he sighed and nodded his head.
"Yes..finally...let's hang I suppose.." he replied as he wasn't sure what he felt at the moment, some part of him deep down felt..good to know he had someone care about him like this. But the other part of him wanted to distance himself from Anon. No sense making friends... He took a step forward heading towards the crypt.
"...I stil can't believe you live here alone.."
Anon pulled open the door to the crypt, flicking on the lights to allow Mrrh inside. There was a general sitting room that the night shift workers used, but that was the problem...there was always someone in it. He didn't much care for having witnesses to his company. The crypt was the same as always; the coffin sized cubbies in the wall, one made into a bed and another a bookshelf, a little room in the corner from when the place was nearly turned into an apartment...and it was cooler than it was outside. More importantly, it was otherwise empty. 'Who would live with me?' He asked, a very slight smile on his lips. He couldn't live in a house during the day, the crypt provided the darkness he craved...and who would subject themselves to a life without light? 'It is fine, I am used to being alone.'
Mrrh scratched the back of his head at the response, almost tempted to say he would. But stopped himself. "Well...I could come visit you more often. Nine times out of ten I am not wanted where I am living...so if you don't mind me crashing here with you..." He started as he looked around striding in to look over the place. It was ..a crypt. Yep. A crypt. A cold one as well. Repressing a shiver as he looked around and then turned to face Anon.
"Unless that is you don't want my company..." he was use to not being wanted..and couldn't quite accept that people WOULD want to be around him.
Anon's slouch straightened when Mrrh offered to come around more often, that slight smile brightening just a little bit more. Come over more often? That would be great! He nodded as eagerly as his hoodie would safely allow, but then...he paused. 'Ah...but at night, I work in the yard...unless you help you will be mildly alone here, too.' Which....would be bad. At least here though, Mrrh would know that he was wanted? 'I do want your company, you are welcome to stay as often as you like.'
Mrrh paused looking around and then staring at Anon again, "Why though? why do you want my company? you said your friends with that Deimons kid...why don't you see him more often?" he had instantly gone back into his defensive mode. He couldn't help it, the sheer idea someone would WANT him around was foriegn to him. Perhaps because of all the ngeitivity he recieved at home.
In response, all Anon could do was to reach behind him and lightly smack Mrrh upside the head. Hmph. Maybe that would get those stupid thoughts out of his head. 'Does it matter? I like you, I would like to see you more; but if you don't want to be here that badly, you know where the door is.' A bit harsh yes, but to him, the more excuses that Mrrh posed, the more it sounded like he was offering all these things out of guilt, not because he meant it.
Mrrh was a bit surprised by the smack upside the head, he put a hand to his skull as if it really hurt but it was more shock than anything.
"Ah..no...I wouldn't mind coming here. I mean..its nice to be wanted..." he murmured sounding as if he was caving into this having friends idea. "We should go out though...movies..or something. Heh..I hear beer is good.." he ventured the idea's as he really had no idea what youth did despite being one himself. He didn't do these things. He often was left to his own devices and hiw dark thoughts.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 3:37 am
Anon snorted; just a sudden rush of air through his nostrils, but he was glad that Mrrh was finally caving. Really, Mrrh said and did the absolute strangest things. He had his hesitations about the movie, since the light from the screen could illuminate his face...but he let that one slide for now. The beer part was also something he probably wouldn't do; he didn't really drink anything, and he wasn't sure what would happen if he tried, but they could get around to that, he was sure of it. There had to be something they could both do. 'Yes, we should. Nothing is open right now.' Because it was pretty late, bordering on pretty early, and Anon doubted he could get away with buying beer just yet. Almost, though! 'Did you want to stay tonight, or did you need to go home?' Need was used pretty loosely of course; hopefully Mrrh wouldn't need to cut himself, and Anon certainly would NOT let him go it in the crypt, or anywhere in the yard.
The youth shifted and nodded his head it was getting pretty late, he couldn't help but have a strange expression flit across his face when asked if he needed to go. Need? He wasn't needed there. Hell half the time he was never home...they wouldn't miss him for a night. Besides he cuold use a break from everyone.
"Need? No..no need to leave...and your right it's pretty late. If you don't mind there being one more here.." He shrugged, he knew he needed to change his bandages, or at least clean the scars on his legs else they could get infected. "You got some water and a basin? A cloth? I need to.." He paused and then sighed no sense beating around the bush about it now, "Clean the scars.."
'Do not mind.' He gestured, nodding a bit when the water and basin was brought up. He could do one better - a complete bathroom and shower area. The night crew fought to have it installed long before he existed, and it came in handy when it was especially muddy out. It also kept him from being as gross as the zombies were. Motioning for Mrrh to follow, Anon led him to the bathroom that was quite literally across the hallway from the inside door to the crypt. It was a large bathroom, and it looked more like a public bathroom that included showers than anything. Gesturing back towards the showers, Anon lifted his hand to have Mrrh wait, and left to another room. He came back later with some towels and a first aid kit - more than likely for himself. Sliding down to sit on the floor, he draped one of the two towels across his lap and freed his wounded arm from cloth and bandage, opening up the first aid kit to spray the twin cuts with disinfectant. Soon enough he brought out a needle and thread, and started the painstaking task of stitching his own wounds closed.
He had fallowed and found the bathroom much larger than he had anticipated. Turning his head he glanced around and then watched as Anon left and came back with the first aid kit. He was about to protest when he felt silly. It wasn't for him...it was for Anon. Flexing his hand he felt the stiffness leave them, and without so much of a thought he moved to remove his cape. The scars were a lot more evident now, the circles and angular lines a horrific sort of beauty to them. He folded his cape careful to tuck his dagger away in the folds. He then went to remove his pants exposing the gauze wrapped leg.
Wearing only boxers he leaned against the wall and began the task of unwrapping it. There were a few spots of red on the gauze but besides that the scars on his leg looked like they were healing fairly well. Of course..now being nearly nakid the sheer visiual effect of his raised scars covering his leg dissapeared under the boxer cuff and trailed all the way down to his ankle.It was the opposite side of his arm. But besides the two limbs nothing else looked like it had been attatched by dagger point.
Anon paused his work to glance up at Mrrh from the shadow of his hood, looking at the scars that traced his body. His mouth pulled into a deeper frown and he looked away, back down at the half-stitched first cut, the second one bubbling with the disinfectant. Luckily for Mrrh he couldn't voice his concerns and that his hands were too busy to sign them...or else Mrrh would have gotten a good gesturing at. Really, doing that to your own body...! Grumbling in his own thoughts, Anon stayed regretfully silent, not so content with finishing his own work. Eventually the first cut was stitched closed, and the second one was being worked on; it still hurt like a b***h, and his usually unmoving stomach tightened in disgust over having to do this to himself, but he still had to. Soon enough he was finished, and just to be safe, he wrapped more gauze around his own arm, once more hiding it under his hoodie sleeve and glove. 'Done?' He gestured slowly to Mrrh, his arm still in pain after all that puncturing.
Mrrh had been checking over the scars and without even realizing what he was doing or the fact that Anon was still there he had been picking at some of the scabs. He had read on how to makes the scars raised and it basically was just a build up of skin. By removing the scabs it forced the body to regrow more. There was a small patch newly bleeding as he went about fixing the levels so that they would all match eventually once healed. He blinked a bit when he realized Anon was staring at him.
"eh? Oh...yeah.." he murmured looking down at his now bleeding leg again. He went to grab the basin and began taking handfulls of water to then splash down his leg.
While he wasn't sure how late Mrrh could stay up, Anon new that it was pretty early in the morning; his internal clock told him so. He shook his head slowly. 'I...shut down.' He couldnt' call it sleep because he didn't ever recall dreaming, but he did lose consciousness for a few hours at a time! It was close enough. The teen moved, patting down the heavy blankets and pillows that were his bed, waving Mrrh over here instead. He only had the one 'bed', so it would obviously go to Mrrh; it was better than sleeping on concrete. There was room enough for two, and Anon had proven before that two teenage bodies can easily fit, but he wasn't sure if Mrrh was comfortable enough to have him sleep in the same bed. 'It's late, close your eyes, you might fall asleep. I will get the lights, once you are comfortable.'
Red eyes gazed where Anon was patting, he felt his body stiffen and then he dragged himself up. Rolling his shoudler uncomfertable with the idea of sleeping in the same 'bed'. But it wasn't like they were doing anything...Anon had stated he had slept with Deimos before. "Fine..but back to back okay?" He grumbeled as he went to lay on the sheets and lay down, even before he could properly get comfertable he found his entire body feel groogy and like lead. Soon he was deeply asleep half sprawled on the bed as if not a care i the world. THe stiches he had cut earlier had mended themselves it seemed. Too bad the same couldn't be said about his arm and leg.
Mrrh's hesitation confused him at first, but soon it clicked, and he found himself chuckling silently. Oh Mrrh, that was cute. Despite himself he nodded, and once Mrrh was comfortable, he wandered to the light switch and plunged the room into complete darkness. Instead of returning to the bed, Anon sat down on the floor, his back against the wall with the makeshift bed just behind his head. He was fine sitting there for the night, and after he closed his eyes, he lost himself in his own thoughts...and eventually fell unconscious.
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