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Post by Alex Fendetta on May 27, 2008 21:47:09 GMT -5
"I'm not wearing that death request." He said breathing heavily his head hitting the ground. "It hurts like hell." He said gritting his teeth. His head was in a puddle now but it was only the back of it. "Blake the crobar I stole from a bardboard box. Dont want to know what or who lived in it wanted to do with a crobar." He said grabbing his leg. He lifted his leg up gritting his teeth. "And dont worry about this. I've been hurt harder then before." He said almost crying but held them back swallowing hard.
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Post by ginevra malenki on May 28, 2008 7:59:50 GMT -5
Ginevra shock her head when she heard him say don't worry, like ya right! She sighed and walked over to him looking at the cast. They'd knocked the nurse out so that wasn't really an option at the moment and she didn't know if any of them were up for the trip, anyways. "Come on, your not okay." she spoke looking down at him as she was still standing, "You're not good at hiding your facial expressions." she imformed him as he looked in pain just by the way he was grinding his teeth, and, she looked closer, was he going to cry? She decided it was better not to ask but at the moment she hated seeing him in pain and felt totally helpless.
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Post by Alex Fendetta on May 28, 2008 11:31:10 GMT -5
"I'm better at hiding emotions." He said laughing. He stood up shakily and put his hand on a wall to keep him balanced. He swallowed again and clenched his hand into a fist gritting his teeth. He set down his left [broken] leg and closed his eyes breathing in deeply. "I doubt I could walk....But I'll give it a shot." He said and moved his right leg up, his hand still on the wall, picked his left leg up breathing deeply and put it on the ground. "Apprently not unless someone thinks I'm mental." He said shrugging.
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Post by ginevra malenki on May 28, 2008 16:10:32 GMT -5
Ginevra half-grinned and didn't respond to that. She then got an idea and the grin got a little bigger. "I could carry you." she offered. She was perfectly capable of that and he knew it, she had once suprised him and picked him up from behind for fun once she got bored. It was a funny memory and it made her grin go to it's fullest as she waited for his reply.
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Post by dominique blake way on May 30, 2008 20:26:24 GMT -5
Blake was watching Alex's attempts to walk without a cast in horror. He looked like he was going to cry! She couldn't just sit there and watch, although she did. What else could she do? He wouldn't listen to her, and she knew it. And on top of her recent worries, she was still wondering who and what was living on their campus in a cardboard box and with a crowbar.
"Alex, you're going to kill yourself one day." Blake said, not knowing what else to say. As if she could tell him that he looked like he was going to cry, that wouldn't be the nicest thing to hear at any time in anyone's life. Then Ginevra offered to carry him, like Blake had offered her to do previously, not seriously though. She smiled, not knowing to do. She couldn't carry him, he was already so much taller than her.
"Go Ginevra, get him!" she urged, upset enough over the fact that one of her friends was hurt. "I'll hold him down!" She stopped her teasing voice and added, "Gently!"
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Post by ginevra malenki on May 30, 2008 23:20:56 GMT -5
Ginevra was looking at Alex still, an anxious look on her face. She then looked at Blake as she spoke, and grinned. She was planning on holding him down while she picked him up, oh what damage they could do there she thought, her expression a mix between the grin and the anxious look. She then got tired of waiting for his permission to pick him up and just walked over and scopped him up into her arms. He wasn't as heavy as she thought he would be but the cast did add some extra weight. She grinned a little, trying to keep the mood between them all on the upside instead of the down, anxious one. "I don't think there's a need." she told Blake.
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Post by Alex Fendetta on May 31, 2008 12:14:12 GMT -5
"Crap!" He yelled at them. "I dont want and I dont need any help from you!" He said and rolled out of her grasp. He stood up holding the knee of his broken leg. He rolled off over puddles. When he was at the end of the street and stood up soaking wet. His fists clenched and unclenched.
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Post by dominique blake way on May 31, 2008 13:30:59 GMT -5
Blake's smile faded quickly once Alex started to yell. The whole time while he was rolling down the street, she just stared, speechless. She didn't know what to say, Alex had never yelled at them like that. She turned, open mouthed to Ginevra, with a somewhat shocked expression on his face. "What just happened?" Blake asked, turning her head back to face towards where Alex had rolled. "Do you think we should go after him, or leave him alone?" was her only question.
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Post by ginevra malenki on May 31, 2008 17:45:24 GMT -5
Ginevra wasn't totally suprised but she was still opened mouthed. She was thinking about Blake's question and the answer came to her soon as well as a comment, "Just leave him, for now." she told her waiting for think if she should comment or not. She breathed in and then decided she would, just for the sake of saying something. "You could go after him, though. I think it's just me he doesn't want help from." she commented, shrugging slightly determinded not to let her shock spead on her face.
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Post by Alex Fendetta on Jun 2, 2008 12:27:21 GMT -5
Alex was breathing heavily now. His fist clenched and his knuckles being white. His eyes were closed and his breathing somewhat slowing. He felt himself becoming dizzy. He fell over on the ground and was looking away from the two girls and he couldn't hear anything they were saying, from the puddle his head was in, and because he was losing his conscious. His world went black and his fist unclenched in his unconscious state.
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Post by ginevra malenki on Jun 2, 2008 16:07:33 GMT -5
Ginevra waited for Blake's reply and it was quite impatient, which suprised her. Her waiting was interupted with a loud thud on the ground in the distance. It was barley audible but she heard it and her head cranned to the side. She saw Alex on the ground and she gasped as her eyes widened. "Blake, oh my, look!" she said pointing at Alex. Him rolling out his arms totally went out of her mind and she didn't care as she started to run up the street to his 'aid'.
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Post by dominique blake way on Jun 2, 2008 21:05:00 GMT -5
Plenty of things were running through Blake's head as she ran over to Alex's aid with Ginevra. First, wondering why the hell he yelled at them like that - they were only trying to help. She was also thinking about his reaction to this whole situation when he regained consciousness. Would he be uber mad, or back to normal terms with the girls?
Once they reached Alex, her first instinct was to slap him awake. "Should I smack him?" she asked Ginevra, arm raised. She never knew what to do in fast paced situations, most of them came just too fast. They couldn't bring him back to the nurse that they had just finished torturing! She decided it would be a helpful gesture to flip him over on his back. She let her arm down and grabbed his limp arm and pulled him over, weakened by his weight, even though he was quite light. She noticed where his fingers had been digging into his palms. "Gin, he was really mad...what's going on? Why is he so mad?" She looked at his unconscious face, so helpless. She felt upset with herself that right now she liked him this way more than she did when he was awake, because of what had happened.
It wasn't the end of the world, as one of her best and only friends lay on the wet ground as Ginevra could still lift him, but Blake still didn't feel right. This was bad, he had fainted, what kind of medical injury other than his leg had he sustained that made him do that?
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Post by ginevra malenki on Jun 3, 2008 7:53:15 GMT -5
Ginevra was glad Blake had followed her so quickly. She wasn't exactly sure what to do and now the memory of him getting mad at her was back in her head. She grabbed Blake's wrist to stop her from smaking him. "No, don't do that." she warned. She didn't want to see his reaction to that if it did wake him up. She knew how hard Blake could smack someone without even knowing the strength behind it. "Do you think you would be able to carry him?" she asked Blake. She didn't want to carry him unless she absolutley had to now. She'd rather people weren't mad at her. She had a feeling he'd react better if it was Blake. "Or do you think he'll come around soon." she continued her fact uneasy, just as helpless looking as his looked.
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Post by Alex Fendetta on Jun 3, 2008 13:58:35 GMT -5
Alex's knuckles were still white as a ghost. They slowly returned to colour as his hands unclenched. He knew why he had fainted and freaked. It was because his past being corrupted as it was. Since only an old married maid and servent had helped him and that was only so few of many many times. He was more use to helping himself in times like those and times like a few minutes ago. He was still unconsiuss but in his state thoughts rushed through him.
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Post by dominique blake way on Jun 3, 2008 17:30:14 GMT -5
Blake wondered if she could carry Alex. She was short, and she didn't think she could support his weight. But why would Ginevra think that he would lighten up a bit if it were her and not Ginevra? "Two things, Gin - one: no, I can't carry him, I don't think so. And two: he'll probably be just as mad if I carry him than he was with you!" She didn't know what to do, and people were staring now. Nobody was coming over to help, but instead everyone stopped or slowed to watch the two girls sitting with an unconscious boy. It probably looked bad, like they had beaten him up or something. Not that they needed another reason for him to be angry at them. Girls beating up a guy also didn't sound like something to be proud of...
"Look!" Blake said suddenly, pointing towards Alex's hands, that were slowly uncurling from their clenched position. "Do you think he's coming around?" she asked. She was still wondering how he would react once woken up, and she was still extremely upset over the fact that one of her friends was laying unconscious and wet in the middle of the road.
More people passed by. "Do you think we should move him out of the way, or would that just hurt the 'healing process'?" she asked, still extremely unsure of what to do with a limp, wet body.
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