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 Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 12:00 am
((STARTING HERE, THE RP SHIFTS TO A. V. KARLET AND IOS))
Laertes stumbled along, trying to figure out where he was. Ugg, the world was still spinning, and he hurt so bad... He fell to his knees, heaving all over the grass, disgusted. The entire world was spinning and he pulled the flimsy sheet tighter around himself, looking around helplessly. He was so tense. And he felt so cold...
He curled up in a small fetal ball. This... drinking thing... he didn't like it anymore. It was really, really....
And nothing more was thought as he passed out on the grass.
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 3:58 am
(( Yatta! 4laugh V ))
It was unusual for the young teen of the Karlet household to be wandering the darkened streets. Malachite hadn't asked for permission and hadn't told anyone where he was going, save for the note on his pillow should anyone discover him missing. He was off exploring his new freedoms and new boundaries, now that he considered himself "old enough" to push them.
The moon lit his path and a light, cool breeze ruffled his clothes. He appeared calm on the outside, but he felt anxious. He hadn't seen anyone who looked dangerous, yet, and he hoped it stayed that way.
He almost passed by the huddled form in the grass, thinking it was just another homeless drunk, but he stopped short and did a double take. The dark hair and gentle features seemed familiar to him, so he leaned in for a closer look.
The face was definately familiar. But why was Laertes laying on the ground, so far from home?
He knelt beside Laertes and gave the boy's shoulder a gentle shake. "Laertes? Lae?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 11:44 am
"Rrrraaaaaeee.... Rrrrr...." Laertes whimpered and curled in closer around himself as vicious green eyes chased him. He kept trying to run, but everywhere he turned, green eyes were stabbing needles into him, and he kept falling. No! He had to keep... but then the one chasing him caught him, and grabbed him, and started shaking him, and he screamed, eyes flying open.
His eyes met Malachite's and he screamed again, flinging himself away as his head spun and he turned towards the grass, sharing with it all the contents of his stomach. "Don't touch me again! Stay away!" he cried, not able to look at the other person- green eyes was all his mind could really remember.
Green eyes and terror, and disgust roiling in the pit of his stomach.
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 6:31 pm
Malachite startled backward and fell on his a** as Laertes screamed. Stunned and hurt by the violent reaction, he stayed where he was until Laertes had finished vomiting.
"Laertes?" he tried again, voice gentle but wavering. Though he leaned forward, he didn't get too close, letting Laertes have some space but still making his slight presence known. "Lae, it's me! Malachite!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 10:06 pm
Laertes' violet eyes were shadowed when he stared up at Malachite. Malachite. He knew him. He stared up at green hair, and green eyes. Green, the color made him almost sick, but he choked back the instinctive reaction and stared at Malchite, still shaking like a leaf. "Hello." he murmured, voice hoarse and sticky from misuse. His head was pounding, and he was still seeing in triplicate.
Hehe, Malachite had 6 eyes. He giggled, and the sound was borderline hysteria. Something had happened. He hurt all over, and was so sore, and sick, and naked , and sticky in places he shouldn't have been sticky.
Confused, and frightened, but this person... he knew. Malachite, the little kid who Infi liked so much. Crout's maybe-crush-thing. Took care of Siobhan. "You've gotten bigger." his voice was more than borderline hysterical at this point. "And more green."
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 8:15 pm
Malachite held a hand to his hair. "Er, no, not really," he said, fingers tracing over the fresh blue and violet streaks. Rather than point out how much less green he was, Mal focused on how... unhinged Laertes was acting. He'd never seen the older teen -- or anyone else -- act this way, and it was unnerving. But rather than be frightened away, he squared his shoulders and was determined to find out why Laertes was acting so strange -- even if it meant confronting the issue in a round about way.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked, eyes flicking over the thin blanket Laertes had wrapped around him.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 10:33 pm
Laertes wrapped his arms around himself. Ah, that was right. He had new colors. But he was still very, very green. "What am I doing out here?" Laertes whispered, trying to remember exactly what had happened to make him ache. "I drank a lot, and someone was gonna take me home, and theyy gave me something because my tummy hurt, and..." he blanked. "I don't know why I'm out here."
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 6:54 pm
"Uh-huh," Mal said, voice taking on an almost stern tone, "I thought I smelled alcohol on you. Why did you drink so much?"
He rubbed his hands over his arms as he glanced around. He was starting to get cold, and the night seemed unnaturally still. He did his best to ignore the nearby patches of vomit, but the smell was making him feel nauseated.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 9:52 pm
Laertes stared at Malachite blankly. "To make it go away." he murmured, as if it was the most reasonable thing in the world. Why else would one get completely soused?
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 8:16 pm
Malachite's frown deepened at this. He was beginning to form a strong aversion to this substance known as alcohol, if this was why people drank it. Although he tried to run from his problems, he at least didn't do anything to make himself sick and out in the cold streets.
He contemplated what question to ask next. "Would you like to go home? Or at least go some place warm?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 9:57 pm
If Laertes could read minds, he would whole-heartedly endorse Malachite's decision to alcohol. It was vile, vile, nasty stuff.
And when important things happened, most the time, you couldn't remember.
When Malachite mentioned going home, Laertes' eyes narrowed. "That isn't my HOME." he snarled, and crawled to his feet. "I don't have a HOME. I get bounced around, from person to person, like a whore to their parental fantasies. Infi's just the current person trying to make me trust her so she can tear another hole in me." he snarled, and pulled the blanket tighter around himself.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 7:26 am
Malachite's face stayed passive as Laertes vented, though he'd raised an eyebrow by the end of the rant.
"You must still be drunk," he finally said, looking the other boy in the eye, "because that's a load of bull s**t. The Infi I know may bite off more than she can chew when it comes to the number of people and critters she takes care of, but she genuinely cares about each and every one of them -- including you."
He paused, shoving down his inner impulse to start bitching Laertes out in earnest. It was almost an uncharacteristic feeling, but he recognized it as his inner anger -- the one that usually released itself in physical violence. It was better to keep it bottled up for now, rather than cause more harm to the already unstable Laertes, he reasoned.
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 12:36 am
Laertes scowled sleepily at Malachite. Ugg, he was starting to feel ucky in the tummy again. He stumbled to his feet, and brushed past the other teen, accidentally stumbling into him on his way past. "I don't need your devils advocate advice stuff." he muttered. His entire body ached to move. And he was so cold....
Oh, he was still naked. He blinked down at himself stupidly. Why was he naked? And where had he gotten this nasty sheet? He looked utterly perplexed for a moment.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 5:49 pm
Malachite kept his balance even as Laertes bumped into him. He huffed at the "devil's advocate" comment, but let it drop. He turned to look at Laertes, eyes traveling down the teen's backside. When the moonlight hit his figure just right, Mal realized that Laertes was bare beneath the thin sheet. He wished again, this time for Laertes' sake, that he'd brought a coat.
"Come back to my place," Mal offered, voice soft. "You'll get sick if you stay out here much longer."
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