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Post by Rip on Oct 24, 2007 21:04:17 GMT -5
The Pole had already established a long time ago that Taxi was a weeeeeee bit of a cry baby. Ruining his shirt caused tears, for example, and that weird spell he had back in the lobby of The Mirage. But he hadn't seen the blonde in hysterics like this before, and while it was incredibly mean and offensive to refer to him as a nazi, Gabri found it hard to imagin that it had him this upset.
"Hinny, why are you so sad?" the voice was very delicate, not wanting to set off any other emotions that might be there. How could he know? "It was just a word, and the Hyena is crazy. That war was a long time ago. Even if you did bad things, you can't change it now."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 24, 2007 21:23:20 GMT -5
The question made him look up suddenly, spilling his heart in a sudden gush of uncontrollable emotion. "Quinn said it to me," Taxi stood and assaulted his friend in a hug, pulling his arms around the taller mans neck and burrying his face in his shoulder. Unfortunately his own tears were getting on that fabric as he let words fly loose. "We were screwing, and he said it, and then he raped me, but I love him, I think, no I can't, but he said it, and he said it because he was angry, because i'm a whore, and I think I love him but I can't but he said it and you're so nice i'm sorry i'm crying on you but he said it and it hurts and I don'twanttolovebecauseit hurts and i'm crying-"
He degenerated into babbling and sobbing, not letting go of Gabri and hugging him tight.
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Post by Rip on Oct 24, 2007 22:01:34 GMT -5
Quinn? Who the heck was Quinn? Taxi had neglected to mention the name of his on-a-business-trip lover, so Gabri was left confused and awaiting a clue or an explaination-
When he was almost bowled over and strangled.
With the memory of the vampire biting him still fresh and renewed by the familiar lunge, the boy winced and again failed to stop the attack. He was about to struggle, not having intention of letting that happen again, but as soon as he even began to move he noticed the drastic difference. He wasn't being bitten, he was being hugged and used as a tissue- he prefered the hug to the bite, honestly. Patting his friend on the back a little akwardly, Gabri strained his hearing and comprehension skills to try and make out actual words from the rambling babble. Screwing. Crap, that made him turn red. Good thing no one could see the blush though. Rape. Wait, what? Whore. Oh God what did he get himeslf into? But if whatever happened had Taxi this upset and was causing pain... "Umm, don't say sorry hinny, you're allowed to cry."
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Post by Rip on Oct 24, 2007 22:23:48 GMT -5
Kochi post
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He didn't say sorry again. Taxi didn't say anything anymore, simply burrying his face in the others shoulder and shaking in silent sobs. It didn't matter if Gabri didn't hear him, what mattered was that he had been able to say it. Even if what came out of his mouth could hardly be considered coherant speech. Arms tightened and he didn't let go, not even when the worst of the crying was over. It still hurt.
It hurt even though he had forgiven his lover. It hurt to think about the emotions he had felt, and even worse, it hurt to think that he was hurting over something so stupid. Taxi shouldn't be the one crying, Gabri should, he had just been beaten up and thrown up in a loony bin because of a head that had been a gift for HIM. But here he was anyways, having a little selfish cryfest.
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Post by Rip on Oct 24, 2007 23:06:04 GMT -5
His hand continued to pat and rub while Taxi continued to cry and sob, a heavy sigh heaving his chest as Gabri allowed himself to be used as a pillow. The Pole had acknowladged the vampire as selfish before, thats why he once refered to him as a child, but at the moment the idea just didn't click in his brain. If his friend was upset and needed to let something out, then far be it from Gabri to try and stop him. Plus, he still had the dull fear that he might get bit again or worse, since the blonde nightmare could obviously be a whore for revenge.
As the final effects of the meds started to wear off, his head began to ache in a dull throb. He ignored it until the pounding screwed with his vision and things looked blurry; at this point he stopped rubbing Taxi's back. He needed an excuse that sounded better then 'my skull's about to explode, lemme go please', so he decided with, "C'mon hinny, your ok. You're getting the clothes you lent me wet; I'll go dry it off so it doesn't stain." And get some asprin.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 25, 2007 0:06:56 GMT -5
There was a long pause after Gabri spoke, and then he spoke carefully, looking up at him with eyes that were no long crying or red. "Tears don't stain... do they?" And with that he released the other, sitting back down in the nice fancy leather chair. This hotel room was spotless and there were actual suitcases of luggage as opposed to the piles of crap on the floor.
Sitting down with closed eyes to make sure he stayed calm, Taxi's body protested. It didn't like it when he cried. It meant an expenditure of energy and fluids, fluids which were very hard to get and made of red red nectar. The blonde surpressed this pang of hunger which he knew would go away by driving his index finger into his mouth, biting it, and sucking on it, fooling his own demonic digestive system.
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Post by Rip on Oct 25, 2007 13:51:28 GMT -5
Gabri shrugged alittle. "I'm not sure, but I promised I'd keep them clean." He smiled. Ow, christ his brain. Turning to leave for the bathroom, he put his fingers to his temples once he was out of sight.
Usually, the symptoms of schizophrenia would come back much more gradually and unexpectedly, like maybe seeing things a few days after taking the last pill. But for the reaper, they returned in fast waves. He shut the bathroom door and sat on the toilet seat, cradling his pounding head as voices catterwhauled inside his skull and rang in his ears. On the tile floor was a parade, and though he tried very hard not to watch, monsters and beasts kept coming through the door like ghosts, dancing and singing in tune but out of sync. A giant sloth was bobbing its head this way and that, the rats with the ears on their backs waltzing behind, a man infected with black plague staggered in a tango with a skeleton, the crows came and hovered like vultures, a bear with half it's head blown pounded it's paws overtop the four earred cats-
Gabrjel groaned, pulling up his knees, and catching sight of the hospital bracelet on the floor. He reached quickly, afriad he would be trampled, and snatched it up. He tried to observe it but couldn't keep his focus, so he just slipped it back on his wrist. Maybe he'd be needing it afterall.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 25, 2007 15:05:02 GMT -5
Taxi sat, sucking on his finger, letting the blood enter his body through his mouth and exit through the holes in his skin. Figures, Gabri wants to do it just to be sure. He was so careful. So nice. The blonde was glad he rescued him.
Just where had he gone, though? It couldn't take that long. He drifted through the rooms till he found the locked door and peered cautiously at it, rapping his knuckles on the door. Taxi was still worried about his friend doing something he'd regret, he was, afterall, just out of the crazy house. "You okay in there?"
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Post by Rip on Oct 25, 2007 22:50:57 GMT -5
The fuzz in his head was as loud as a static TV, and Gabri couldn't hear the knock on the door. Gripping his hair and pressing his legs all the way up to his chest, he banged his forehead against his knees repeatedly, hoping to shut up the voices and screaming between his ears.
Outside was no better. The shrieks and hollers of the monsters and animals and people and alien beasts that didn't belong there at all were deafening. He had to strain to make out Taxi's voice at all.
"I'm ok," he called over the noise, voice strained from him being curled in pain. "The things in my head are just trying to get out"
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