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Post by Roy on Aug 20, 2009 12:33:03 GMT -8
Roy slowly opened the door of his room and stepped inside while tripping over the threshold which almost caused him to fall. It was dark inside, because nobody has been at home. But thats not the reason why he almost fell.
Cursing he hit the switch to lighten the room, closed the door and was heading towards the couch. As he approached to it he let go the bag in his hand which fell to the ground right before Roy landed with a small bump face forward onto the couch.
"Oww" was all he mumbled into the fabric when he noticed that he hurt his nose somehow when he hit the couch. It wasn`t the first time that he made an entrance like that. Actually its exact the same scenery for almost two weeks now. School is as stressing as never before, therefor he has to a lot of work at home. Next to that he also agreed to help to rebuild the Green Cab to earn some money. So after he got home from school and did his homework he heads off to the ruins of the Green Cab where he carries rubble or shovels dirt for quite a few hours until he is finally allowed to go home which is somewhere around the evening.
Roy takes deep breaths and rests his worn out muscles on the couch. It`s just been so quiet because Hikaru isn`t there. But sadly, this state of loneliness isn`t that foreign anymore since Hikaru met Kimiko. At times like that Roy was thinking a lot about his lonliness and the fact that at the moment he basicly has no freetime at all anymore which usual leads him into some kind of depression.
Then again Syani is still in the clinic, so even if Roy was in a state which allows him to visit her he couldn`t since visitors aren`t allowed after dinner-time.
Lying there on the couch not moving at all he suddenly felt a warm liquid in his right hand which hangs down from the couch and rest on the bottom. He almost forgot that he got a huge cut on his forearm when he was working in the ruins. Not to mention that he was almost killed by some random wall that didn`t want to last on its own anymore.
He didn´t bother that the shirt he quickly put around his arm wasn`t capable anymore to hold back the blood since it was already soaked red.
Roy was just lying there as he was slowly drifting into sleep.
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Post by Zephel on Sept 24, 2009 23:44:58 GMT -8
"Hikaru!" The front door was roughly kicked open as a figure outside slowly retracted back his leg. That yell alone echoes inside the room quite loudly, and followed by that is another shout. "You little twit, you forgot to pick up your aid kit box again! Ryo almost chewed all the cotton--" The hollering finally stopped, mid-way.
That figure, who happens to be one tall and lean young man with peculiar silver hair stepped inside the entrance without asking for permission...as if knocking the door isn't even a common etiquette anymore. His sharp red eyes caught the blood dripping down on a person's arm across the room, before noticing there's a boy there, motionlessly lying on the couch with his bloodied arm hanging down on the floor.
Zephel arched a brow. So this is the one Hikaru had told him about once, his roommate, who goes by the name Roy, if he remembered correctly. Walking towards the couch, the white box with a red cross printed on it weighted down the silver-haired's right arm as he strutted across the room. "Oi. You alive?" He started casually, almost with no manners at all, before kneeling beside the sofa, still eyeing the bloodied arm, before slowly averting his eyes from it and focused onto Roy. "...Dude, you seriously need a hobby or something." He said the second he met Roy's eyes.
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Post by Roy on Sept 25, 2009 15:22:45 GMT -8
Even though Roy heard a door slam and somebody shouting for Hikaru and some other words all the information that his brain received only made him ask
"Hikaru? Is that you?" After he mumbled the words into the fabric he tried to push himself up, which failed once.....and twice.... and then he just turned around, not minding his injured arm, on his back to face the guy who was obviously NOT Hikaru and who was already standing in front of the couch and only God know for how long.
So Roy obviously didn`t even heard the questions he was asked before and all he let out was "Never heard of knocking before?...."
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Post by Zephel on Sept 26, 2009 8:44:39 GMT -8
Zeph shot Roy the same apathetic look, with a brow quirking up. "Well, excuse me for not being born with parents who can teach me proper human etiquettes." The silver-haired said sarcastically right before he stood up and look down almost queerly towards Roy. "Sit down properly, why don't you. You messed up your arm pretty badly."
Zeph paused for a while, rearranging over his words, then continued.
"And you're doing a fine job on messing it more and more."
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Post by Roy on Sept 29, 2009 16:41:34 GMT -8
"Sorry, sorry" Roy said as he raised his arms in defence as this guys words nearly hammered through his brain because of the headache.
Roy listened to his visitors words as he tried to sit up. Yes, his arm was messed up indeed. But to be honest, his whole body was messed up pretty badly. "Nah, its okay.. I barely feel it anymore, you know?" Roy replied not knowing what his words could actually mean.
"So.. ummmm, what are you doing here?" Roy asked the guy in front of him as he finally could get his first view of him.
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Post by Zephel on Oct 1, 2009 20:32:50 GMT -8
"And you think loosing the feeling of the pain all of a sudden is a good thing?" Zeph asked with a brow raised. He casually took a seat beside Roy on that couch, placed the aid kit box on the floor beside his foot and shamelessly picked up Roy's bloody arm to take a better view of it, after unwrapping the flimsy shirt the boy had covered his arm with.
It's strange for anyone to have a stranger suddenly bursting inside your home and takes a look at your injury. And Zeph managed to do just that so apathetically, that it doesn't even strike as weird...more like he's used to it, or he's been slamming some stranger's door just to look at people's arms quite a few times before...since it looks so natural.
After observing, the silver-haired then shot Roy an annoyed glance. "Your arm is covered with dry blood, wet blood...and dirt. Can you imagine how many bacterias would seep in through this kind of gash and destroy you inside out?" Although his words seemed like he worries for Roy, Zeph actually said that with a straight face, without a hint of sympathy or care. His blood red eyes are cold and fixed, and his deep frown only further makes him look like an assassin or something.
"Take a shower, change your clothes. Then, I'll fix your arm." The young man ordered, before standing up and turned to look at Roy from head to toe, his face clearly shows how dissatisfied he is to see how bad Roy looked. "And the rest of your limbs. You look like you just went through a war."
And with that said, Zeph looked around the room, Some faint light at the window shined on the rim of his blue goggles that was strapped around his silver hair. After a few moments of silence from him, he finally said, "Where's that twit, Hikaru?"
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Post by Roy on Oct 13, 2009 8:52:10 GMT -8
Roy eyes that guy who just took a seat next to him and was witnessing his arm like its and everyday thing he does. Roy was wondering what actually made him acting like that, even though they just have met for the first time. Who was that anyway ? "At least its not hurting anymore?" he replied, not caring if it makes sense or not. Roy seriously was acting like a drunk dude at the moment.
All these questions going through his mind didn`t help his headache at all. So he let his head fall backwards on the couch as he heard something about... bacterias, if his ears weren`t deceiving him. "...and this means?" This answer was even more stupid than the last one.
So as the hopeless pile in form of a human was told to get a shower he stood up and walked towards the bathroom, which looked like he was tripping any moment. "Your asking for Hi-" but his sentence got cut off as he hit his head on the door frame. "Geez!" Rubbing his head he corrected his course slowly and entered the bath with the words "I think he might be with Kimiko again". Then he closed and locked the door.
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Post by Zephel on Oct 20, 2009 19:19:12 GMT -8
Zeph apathetically watched Roy as he stumbled his way to the bathroom like a drunk man, who had lost all common sense on his own safety, apparently. The silver-haired just stayed silent at Roy's replies, even about Kimiko, and crossed his arms the second Roy slammed the bathroom door closed.
The stranger then cornered his eyes around the room, his frown clearly expresses how annoyed he is at the mess and how unorganized the living room looks. It's generally clean, but not tidy. Totally Hikaru. Rolling his eyes, Zeph made his way to one of the rooms there, sensing the aura that recently hanged in there is his brother's and entered without a sound. He left the door opened, as he stepped inside to quickly scan the furniture.
Taking a seat on the bed, his sharp eyes quickly caught sight of something at the top of the cupboard. Using his telekinesis, Zeph made the thing floated its way to his hand, and stared at it long and hard. "...A journal." He flipped the cover and just randomly open to a page, a glint of interest clouded his eyes for a while. "Hikaru's journal."
So thus, while waiting for Roy, the silver-haired consumed his time by reading Hikaru's deepest thoughts...from the first he gained this book(which is a gift from Zeph, now that he remembered), to the moment he re-unite with Zeph. A pair of blood red orbs skimmed through the neat handwriting, flipping the pages like a picture book, since he read so fast.
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Post by Roy on Nov 15, 2009 8:47:17 GMT -8
Roy stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself. He really needed that. He couldn`t remember last time when a shower felt so life refreshing like just now.
"Hmm, I`ve had worse injuries.." he said while looking down on his arm where a not deep but long cut could be seen as some water was dripping down from his hair. He was reaching for another towel and started to dry his hair. Even his headache was gone now. Before he left the room he took a last glimpse into the mirror and drove with his hand two times through his hair to get them into the right order and then headed towards his room to get himself new clothes.
Taking a look at his arm again Roy, who was still only wrapped into a towel, was hoping that the wound didn`t get an infection as he suddenly saw Zephel in the corner of his eyes standing in Hikarus room. Next to that he was reading something that looked kind of too much like a diary...for Roy at least.
"Hey, what are you doing there ?"
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Post by Zephel on Nov 18, 2009 18:42:48 GMT -8
Zeph looked up from his reading when he heard Roy. He blinked once, then twice, before standing up from Hikaru's bed, still with the journal in his hand, and walked outside his brother's room. A simple answer to Roy's question is, "Reading."
He continued his way to walk towards the sofa where he put Hikaru's aid-kit near, and sat at one end of the corner. "Go dry yourself and slip in some clothes. Short-sleeved. I need to take a look at your arm after that." Leaning back, the silver-haired then opened back the diary, reading it as it is an interesting story book, not even bothering if Roy had spotted what he's reading at the moment.
Zeph knows every letters containing in the word PRIVACY. He knows what he's doing is improper. But still, as open as Hikaru seems, there's much he doesn't know about the boy...and he's too arrogant to ask Hikaru straight-up. So, this stroke of luck of finding the redhead's journal is a bonus for Zeph to understand his loony of a brother.
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