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 Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 5:14 pm
Super Sailor Orion wasn't happy, at all. He was drunk, but unfortunately he wasn't happy drunk, no he was angry drunk. Actually, more like pissed off drunk. It only took one look at him to figure out why. His uniform was covered in dirt and gunk from rolling around in a dirty alleyway, but more than that his face was covered in make up. It had been smeared with dirt when Orion tried to rub it off, but no matter how much he rubbed the stuff wouldn't come off.
He hadn't powered down on his way home, not wanting to be seen wearing makeup as someone that might be recognized. For that reason he didn't enter his apartment through the front door, that would be a little obvious. Instead he circled around to the back of the building, using one hand to steady himself against the wall. The redhead was starting to get a little woozy, and all he really wanted to do was get inside, grab a beer and then take a shower.
All that was standing between him and that plan of action was his locked bedroom window. A frustrated growl was the only sound Orion made before his elbow smashed into the window. He was drunk, and tired, and just didn't give a ******** about ruining his apartment, Devi had already done a good job of that anyway.
Pulling his elbow out of the broken window he winced, pulling a small shard of glass out of his arm. Blood was staining his shirt, but it was manageable. Knocking out the glass at the bottom of the frame he gripped it with both his hands and pulled himself up and then inside his and Carter's bedroom. Thinking of his roommate he looked around for him, was he even home? He hoped not, his night was already horrible, he didn't want to have to add explaining why he disappeared on top of that.
Making his way into the kitchen he opened the fridge, reaching in to grab a beer. When his hand wrapped around nothing he blinked confused. What the hell? Bending over he took a moment to actually look inside the fridge and saw that all of his booze was gone. "What the <********> Where the hell did all his beer go? He knew for a fact that he hadn't drunk it all before he left, he was drunk but not that drunk.
His head was starting to pound, the alcohol working against him as he tried to figure out where the hell his stash went. It didn't take him too long to realize there was only one person who would have had access to his booze while he was gone. "CARTER!" Super Sailor Orion was pissed.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 6:42 pm
His fingertips dragged slowly over the bright yellow and orange curves that decorated his skateboard. The longer he stared at it, the more his skateboard grew on him. He actually had a moment to think clearly. His hands weren't itching to do something now that he had a firebird to trace.
He didn't know when to expect Damian to be back home. He wasn't expecting him; he was expecting the shatter of glass even less. The noise made him jump up, clutching his new skateboard tightly. He changed his grip, settling on holding it by the tail with the wheels out. Whoever was going to break in would be in for a nasty surprise.
Carter was in the midst of creeping towards the bedroom when Damian stumbled in. The bluenette let out a sigh of relief, setting his skateboard down and against the wall. "Goddamn, Damain. You nearly scared me. And... um. You know we have a front door, right?"
He trailed off, uncertainly as Damian pushed past him. And went straight to the fridge. He could feel the dread begin to weigh him down and push. This wasn't going to end well, not with -- was his arm bleeding? What the hell had happened to him?
And there it was. His name was called. He couldn't help but to cringe and take a step back at the sheer force of it. Damian wasn't happy. Was he even in his right mind? "W-what?" He replied. It didn't sound or as unshaken as he hoped it would be.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 6:57 pm
Orion rolled his eyes at the mention of a front door. "Yeah, but I can't really use it when I look like this." He gestured to his face that was ridiculously smeared with dirt and make up and his fuku. His arm was still bleeding, the blood stain at his elbow slowly growing. If he wasn't drunk and pissed he'd probably take the time to stop the bleeding, but as it was he wasn't even paying attention to it.
He just needed a beer, then everything would be good, right? Unfortunately there was no beer for Orion. Turning on Carter his eyes narrowed, one of his hands gripping the fridge handle so tight his knuckles were white under his glove. "Where the <********> The fridge door was slammed shut for emphasis. "is my beer?" He knew Carter knew where it was, he had to. It wasn't like the bottles grew legs, stood up and walked their way out of the fridge.
All the reasons why he had been avoiding coming home and talking to Carter were forgotten. Right now the only thought in his head was to find his damn beer and drink it. Then a thought occurred to him. "Don't tell me you drank all my beer." One hand was lifted, gripping his head as he spoke. ********, he wished his head would stop pounding.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 8:15 pm
Now wasn't a good time to point out the striking resemblance Damian had to hell right now. What the hell had happened to him? Dirt and -- was that makeup? If Damian wasn't staring at him with such a death glare, he would have found in funny. Instead, Carter felt pinned to the wall. He was a deer in the headlights, the truck driver slamming his foot down on the pedal to speed ******** no, I don't know how to open those ******** bottles," Carter shakily replied back, swallowing hard. "And I wouldn't want to drink any of that either. I..." He broke off, unable to continue. Was it his place to tell Damian that he had a drinking problem? He was scared.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 8:49 pm
Okay, so Carter didn't drink his beer. Then where the ******** was it?! Orion leaned against the fridge, dislodging magnets that held up take-out menus and pictures. He was still holding his head trying to sort things out. If Carter didn't drink his beer then...It came together in a flash and he was glaring at his best friend with a storm in his eyes.
"You!' Two long strides had him in front of Carter, and his hands were curled in the front of his shirt. He shook the smaller teen and then threw him back against the counter top. "Where are they, Carter?!" He wanted his goddamn beers, and he wanted them now.
He wasn't thinking straight, he wasn't thinking at all really. His temper had snapped and his only focus now was on what he wanted. The redhead took a step closer to his roommate, hands clenching into fists.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 10:53 pm
There was no where to run.
By the time it occurred to Carter to move it was too late. Damian -- no, Super Sailor Orion had already closed the gap between them, grabbing his shirt and shaking him before tossing him aside easily into the counter. He grunted with the impact, breathless as he slumped to the ground. This wasn't good. This wasn't good.
Carter struggled to his feet. "Why should I know?!" He coughed back, shaking his head as his hands scrambled for his pockets. He was panicking. Orion was easily taller and stronger than him -- and currently out to get him.
Crap, crap, crap he was coming closer!
The bluenette summoned his senshiphone and threw it at Damian, hoping to slow him down as his other hand scrambling at his pocket. His hand seized upon his pen. "Merope Power, Make-Up!" The swirl of rogue wave energy was a welcomed caress; while he wasn't on par with Orion's strength, he would have a better chance of handling him now than as Carter. "Damian, chill the ******** out!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 11:27 pm
Why should he know?! Orion growled, staring at him. "You should know because they were here before I left. And now they're gone! You're the only other person that lives here!" He looked around the kitchen, did he hide them? Or did he throw them away? His gaze snapped back to his roommate, burning holes into him. "Where are they?" He repeated his question, stalking closer to him.
The phone flying at his face did exactly what Carter wanted it to. Orion stumbled back, trying to bat the thing out of the air before it hit him in the face. He failed. <********> He clutched his eye where the phone had hit him, pausing long enough to give Carter time to turn into Merope.
Standing up he lowered his hand, the anger still plain on his face. "Give me my ******** beer and I will!" He grabbed Merope by his vest pulling him close to stare him in the face. "It's mine, now give it to me!" His temper flaring he threw his best friend across the room, and into a wall.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 12:29 am
"I just got back!" Carter protested. He spent the weekend in the Pleiades base, and only recently came home to discover the mess that was left behind. "And like hell I'm telling you if I even knew! You're just going to drink it! You don't need it, Damian!"
At least his plan of distraction worked. It was too bad for Merope that it didn't last nearly long enough. If the looks Damian were giving him earlier were bad, the ire on Orion's face was on the fine line between petrifying and piss your paints with terror. He didn't have time to contemplate this, as Orion's warm, dirt-covered hands were latched into his vest.
His vision was filled with Orion's storming gray eyes, a flash of fear flickering through his own green like lightning. If Orion wasn't holding onto him, the force of his roar would have knocked him over. Merope was stunned, his mouth open to squeak out an apology, one small word before he was thrown.
Merope cried out as he sailed into the wall, his head cracking against the wall with a loud thump. Stunned, he didn't make a sound as he fell to the ground, trying to make sense of what the hell just happened.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 1:06 am
"You don't need it, Damian" The words echoed in his head as he stared at Merope and the concave shape his body had made in the wall where he hit it. He rolled his eyes stalking towards him. "I know I don't need it. If I want to drink a ******** beer to take the edge off a shitty night, I can. You're not my mother, Carter."
Stopping in front of the bluenette he reached down picking him up again. He pushed Merope into the concave his body previously made in the wall, pinning him there. He leaned in until his face was inches from the other teen's, the anger nearly radiating off of him.
This close to Merope all he could see were his eyes, his wide terrified eyes staring at him like he was about to kill him. It was staring into the terrified eyes of his best friend that he realized exactly what he was doing. Throwing him into walls, and against counters, and for what? His beer? Was it worth it, beating up his best friend for his beer? It hit him hard, exactly what he was doing and what he was doing it for.
His grip loosened on Merope and his breathing stopped as he tried to get a handle on himself. He couldn't though, his mind was like a skipping record, unable to move past what he had done, what he was doing. After a moment he just stopped thinking, and his body slowly crumpled against Merope's, fingers still twisted in his vest. He tried to make words, but no sounds were coming out just ragged gasps as he clung to his best friend.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 4:14 am
From his new position, Carter discovered the overwhelming fact that the carpet reeked. He blinked slowly, stirring as the fumes spurred him to consciousness. He groaned, hands clenching as he tried to push himself up. He had managed to lift his head slightly before Orion hoisted him up, a wince easing out from his clenched teeth as he was pushed into the wall and held there.
A small, weak sound came from the back of his throat as he stared, wide-eye at Orion. This was worse than going on patrol alone. This was worse than facing the giant dragon-phoenix youma. This was worse than witnessing the rise of a new General-Queen. He never expected his best friend of all people to corner him like this.
He didn't want to get hurt. Not like this. Not by his best friend.
Merope had closed his eyes, jaw clenched and ready. He could feel himself sliding down, his feet resting once again on the carpet. Then the impact came. It wasn't the heavy hit he was expecting; the sudden shift of weight wasn't concentrated as Orion clung to him, the bluenette opening his eyes in confusion. Slowly, awkwardly he raised his hands and hugged his teammate, patting him on the back. "I-It's okay man. It's okay."
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 10:41 am
Orion could feel Merope patting him, and hear him trying to comfort him, but his mind was still skipping. He was still stuck on the fact that he had thrown his best friend into a wall. Did he even deserve to be comforted? Probably not. But he couldn't move away either.
It wasn't until he tasted salty tears on his lips that he realized he was crying, the tears making tracks through the grunge that covered his face. This realization had him wanting to move, he wanted to run and just get the ******** out of there but he was frozen where he was, fingers still tight in Merope's vest.
When he finally managed to get words out they were a whisper. "I ******** up," It wasn't I'm sorry, but it was close. Closing his eyes he breathed in deeply, being hit with the scent that had been so comforting to him all weekend. It was then that he realized just how close to Merope he was, with his face pressed against his bare chest. It was that realization that had him letting go of the bluenette, and stumbling back until he tripped over his own feet and landed on his a**.
Grabbing his head he rocked back and forth, his mind going from skipping to spinning. It was too much, fighting with Negas then coming home to fight with his best friend, only to end up pressed up against his best friend (and what the hell was up with that?)- it was all too much.
Slowly his rocking stopped and he was just holding his head, trying to make sense of everything.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 6:31 pm
Orion's words made it hard to look at him. His best friend was correct: he did ******** up. Merope couldn't bring himself to say anything as he glanced to the side, grimacing at the stain of alochol on the wall nearby. Was that also the result of Orion's addiction? Merope had many questions, and now was not the time to ask them.
The sudden jolt of Orion jerking back brought Merope's gaze back to him. What should he do? Orion practically flung himself away. Was he supposed to comfort him? Stand back and let him figure it out himself? He couldn't stand there, indecisive forever.
Slowly, Merope slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor across from Orion. "You did," he said gently, "I've been worried about you, Orion. You're... you haven't been yourself. You know I've got your back, right? If I can help..." He trailed off, uncertain.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 7:09 pm
The redhead closed his eyes, his hands falling away from his head as Merope spoke. He knew his best friend was right, he hadn't been himself. He'd been drinking a lot, ever since the night he blacked out (which he still couldn't completely remember) he'd been worried about it himself. He was starting to lose himself, and that scared him.
"I just..." He shook his head, eyes opening to stare across at Merope. In that moment he was completely vulnerable, he was crashing from an adrenaline high, and the alcohol was starting to leave his system. For a long moment he just stared at his roommate, eyes naked. "I just feel lost." Dragging his eyes away he stared at one of the few clean, unbroken walls in the apartment. It seemed now that he started talking he wasn't going to stop. "I went back to Orion. I saw a woman there in a vision...I loved her." He paused, raking his fingers through his hair. "I loved her and I guess she's dead now." There was another pause as he tried to find the right words. "I've never loved anyone before, I don't believe in it, y'kno? My Dad loved my Mom and she left him, and I don't even want to talk about Adella." He made a face at the thought of his step-mother. "But, then I went to Orion and I felt all these things, and just the thought that I'll never feel that way again...." He trailed off, licking his lips. He was thirsty and his head was still pounding, and he was pretty sure he wasn't making sense, but it felt better to talk.
Clearing his throat his silver eyes swung back to Merope. "So, I left...but that didn't help." He didn't want to mention the other reason he left. Shaking his head he sighed. "I just don't know what to do, man."
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 7:55 pm
Merope wasn't expecting that look from Orion. It was another shock to add to the pile, a series of dis-beliefs that were becoming reality. First the break-in, then the rage, and now... Merope listened, ignoring the dull ache that made his back and head ache.
He listened intently, perking up as Orion mentioned his home planet. "A woman?" He echoed, curious. Their home planets, their past lives... He never imagined that their past selves would have had relationships too. Come to think of it, what else would explain the "T+A" and "A+T"s carved all over his ship? But Orion had a point: she was dead. They were dead. Whoever loved someone else and proclaimed it all over his ship is gone now.
Orion's next words made Merope even more curious. He didn't believe in love? Wasn't he in a relationship with Requiem? Come to think of it, Carter did now have his answer to a question he couldn't ask his roommate. On accident, he had once picked up Damian's real cellphone instead of his own and didn't notice until he looked at the text messages. Carter made sure to avoid picking up Damian's phone again after that.
"Sometimes," Sailor Merope began, "Sometimes we can't always run. Sometimes we need to face what's troubling us and tackle it head-on, y'know? I... I don't know what to do either." He ran a gloved hand nervously through his hair. "I mean, it's... it's complicated. I'm sorry, but..." He shook his head. "No, I take that back. Right now, let's take this one step at a time."
He pushed himself to his feet slowly, wincing as he stretched. "First... let me go get the first-aid kit and look at your arm. You're injured, and thro... moving around probably didn't help." The sailor senshi began to move towards the bathroom, trying to organize his thoughts.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 8:11 pm
Orion watched his best friend intently, hoping he'd have the answers. Unfortunately it didn't seem like he had the answers either. Sighing he looked down to the ground. He knew he couldn't just run away from his problems, but it had seemed like such a good idea at the time.
At the mention of the first aid kit Orion blinked lifting his head. He was injured? He took inventory of his body and finally started to notice the throbbing that was coming from his arm. Wincing he twisted to look at the bloodstain, when did that happen? The night was starting to become a blur in his head.
He watched Merope go into the bathroom, and then after a moment he let Orion go, leaving Damian sitting there. Realizing that he was still wearing Carter's hoodie he quickly pulled it off so he didn't bleed on it. He didn't put it down though, instead he balled it up and set it on his knees. Leaning forward he rested his cheek on it, not thinking about how dirty he was. The hoodie was starting to smell less like Carter and more like himself, but Damian could still pick up his roommate's scent on the material.
Glancing at the hole in the wall he bit his lip, and closed his eyes. He would need to apologize for that, but he couldn't now. It was still too fresh. Instead he just stayed silent and waited for Merope to come back out.
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