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| Robin | Sep 6 2008, 07:59 PM Post #1 |
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Sterile, not sterile... Potential breeding grounds for bacteria lay surrounding the baby-faced doctor. A royal blue carpet, wooden walls with indented lines separating the panels, not to mention the potted plants that seemed to mark every corner. It was difficult to return to daily life after spending countless hours in the world’s most sterile environment. All at once, germs were ready to pounce. At the grocery store, home, hell, even in the local funeral home, just as it so happened to be. Jirou’s muscles tensed as two medium blue orbs fell upon the closed casket. It had been that way since they arrived. Probably for the best, the good doctor acknowledged, fully aware of how dead bodies tended to look. Lifeless and cold, they appeared as discarded shadows of their former selves. Cocoons, one nurse had stated years ago, before Jirou had any personal experience. Daringly, the young man of no more than twenty-three inched forward. One plush carpet square at a time, he headed for the smooth, birch casket that had been polished to perfection. The brass hinges sparkled under the overhead lights, almost as if they were a state of perfection all their own. So sterile, the construction was, in contrast to the grimy dirt it would soon enter. Why? Why now? It was impossible to play blind to the heartache. Beneath the cotton of his doctor’s coat and pressed shirt, Jriou sensed the small cracks that were forming in his usually reserved heart. They hadn’t spoken recently, but honestly, it didn’t matter. Friendships, love--- they were forever, and now, so would be the pain. “Shame,” his hand lifted to press against the wood, as if to check it’s existence. “Such a shame…” the true words would not dare be spoken, uttered. They, too, hurt far too much. |
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| Deleted User | Sep 7 2008, 02:06 PM Post #2 |
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| Robin | Sep 7 2008, 02:17 PM Post #3 |
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“He wasn’t expecting to die,” The action sounded harsher than usual on the older youth’s tongue. His fingers clenched themselves into a fist of hurt and protection, not that it matter. This ache had no physical form to fend off with steady blows. “If anything, it was an average day to him. He may have been happy or sad, but he wasn’t depressed and suicidal.” It was the good doctor’s way of saying all was right with the circumstances of their friend’s death. It was homicide, not suicide, and therefore a good deal better, in Jirou’s mind. At least their friend did not take his own life. “We should attend the trial.” Images of the local courthouse began to brew. There had been an article in the newspaper about the pending date. Sometime this month, their friend’s murderer would be examined, defended, prosecuted, and hopefully, sentenced. The process would not be as swift as it sounded, Jirou knew, but it would bring closure in good time. “If you can handle it, that is.” Orbs of blue locked onto those of the chocolate hue. There were times when it was permissible to sugarcoat happenings, questions. “I can easily summarize it, if you prefer. It may be a bit boring.” |
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| Deleted User | Sep 8 2008, 07:50 PM Post #4 |
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| Hayley | Sep 10 2008, 06:49 PM Post #5 |
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[size=1]Toby could only observe, taking in every ounce of what was happening. He couldn't exactly understand what all was going on- all he knew was he had been adopted and, as soon as it happened, he was once again an orphan. His face showed no emotion. You'd think he'd be sad, but, really.. it didn't effect him. The only thing he thought he had to think about now was how to ready himself for the next home he'd be placed in- one of those places for 'troubled teens'. To be completely honest, he may have had a wave of guilt for not being sad over the whole thing. You know, finally, when someone adopts him, they die? Ha, the irony near made the boy giggle. But, of course, he had to refrain- goodness gracious, he was at a funeral. His eyes scanned over the people crying, some near the casket and others seeming so distant that it was like they probably didnt know the man. Toby, himself, was one of those people. He really didn't know him. "I hope they send me back to the Johnson house..." Toby mumbled, thinking only of one of the counselors. That counselor really was nice, and Toby would no doubt deny his fancy of that man. Snap back to reality, Toby thought, mentally smacking himself. Wrong time, wrong place. {this post is crap. I'm sorry. Couldn't think. Don't beat meeee!}[/size] |
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☻☻☻ i'm sick and, i'm twisted. i'm broken, you can't fix it. they'll think i'm insane. but you'll all know my name. ☺ | |
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| Robin | Sep 14 2008, 01:07 PM Post #6 |
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“As you wish,” Jirou’s eyes closed, briefly. Not everyone enjoyed the simple comforts offered by sugarcoating; it couldn’t be helped. He did, though. He would have be thankful for it… The image of the occupied casket emerged from the darkness, as if to remind the young doctor that he was now dead. Logic dictated that he no longer cared for sugarcoating or babying; death was death regardless of the wording. From a glance around the room, it was obvious the boys were not alone. “Do you know anyone?” Among the weeping, Jirou could place no names. Women and men, potential lovers and co-workers, the possibilities were endless. One face seemed particularly eye-catching, one fact devoid of all tears. A young boy, younger than the two, near the back of the room… “Isn’t he a bit young to be here?” |
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| Deleted User | Sep 14 2008, 04:04 PM Post #7 |
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| Robin | Sep 14 2008, 07:15 PM Post #8 |
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“Oh.” Jirou nodded, resisting the urge to cast a sympathetic remark. Again, it would be unappreciated, and met with hostility more than anything else. “Go if you must, wouldn’t want your kid without a ride.” Even as he spoke, Jirou’s eyes were directed elsewhere. The youth, still standing in place, was of far more importance than Keegan’s logical discomfort. “In fact, I’ll see you out.” It was a moment of brilliance, perhaps, or insanity at least. Regardless, Jirou snatched the other doctor’s arm, a bit too tightly, and headed for the foreign youth. In one swift motion, they were headed for the indicated target. If Keegan had to leave, there might as well be some good brought from the otherwise depressing situation. “Hope you don’t mind a pit stop…” a hushed, whisper of a voice offered as confirmation. |
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| Deleted User | Sep 16 2008, 12:42 AM Post #9 |
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| Hayley | Sep 16 2008, 11:32 PM Post #10 |
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[size=1]Toby's eyebrows shot up in his surprise, watching the two make their way towards him. Of course, the boy couldn't help but look behind himself to be sure he wasn't blocking the exit, but that wasn't the case. He still wasn't going to flatter himself until he heard bits and pieces of their little arguement. "Walk up to the kid and do what now?" Toby leaned a bit to the side to see past Jirou and Keegan- to get another view of that coffin. He hadn't even said 'thank you' to the man before he was... you know, killed. He'd barely talked to him. Then again, Toby barely even talks. But he wanted to feel something rather than apathetic at a funeral. It was too cold, too distasteful, but how could he show emotions for a man of whom he had such a breif relationship? All this had flashed through his mind in a total of... two seconds. He stood straight again, staring at the two older men with expectations. What, am I bothering you? He was already thinking of remarks. Do you want me to leave? I'm sorry for being at my adoptive father's funeral. But such words wouldn't be spoken. Manners was something Toby did have. [/size] |
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| Robin | Sep 19 2008, 10:02 PM Post #11 |
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“Why must I always think?” A half smile slinked its way about Jirou’s face ever-so-gracefully. A funeral was no place for smiles, though, as the youth quickly remembered. The small expression pressed itself into a thin line, one of pure seriousness. His eyes are on fire. The boy had spirit, that much a brief glance could ensure. This would be interesting. “Ask him his relation to the deceased, if he cares to enlighten us.” A bit improper, yes, but Jirou had no time for manners at such a vital time. The dearly departed would excuse him, he hoped. “You seem a bit young, or perhaps a bit old, to be here…” A slight crease formed on the doctor’s forehead. He could not decide which was proper: Too young or too old. Oh, the dilemmas funerals posed. Regardless, his eyes remained on Toby, and Toby alone. |
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| Hayley | Sep 23 2008, 11:47 PM Post #12 |
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[size=1]His thinking was quick so he wouldn't seem dull. Toby didn't want to seem upfront and tell the truth, but, then again, what's beating around the bush at a funeral? Pretty much heartless. He had hesitated, but exhaled a small sigh and averted his gaze before conjuring up his answer. He basically lost his edge and sarcasm when he had replied. "I'm, uh, his adoptive son.. for just a minute." Not an exact estimation of the time, but, generally, a 'minute' could range from a literal minute to a few years. He, himself, was referring to maybe a few days. We never really had decided how long he had been in tis dude's care, huh? Anyway. "But I'll be out of your hair before long." Toby's eyes had lifted off the ground now, gaining back his confidence. "Promise." {this is hell'a short, I can edit this later if you waaanttt. <3}[/size] |
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| Robin | Oct 9 2008, 10:56 AM Post #13 |
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“Oh?” A flash of shock displayed itself upon Jirou’s face. The former friend never mentioned anything of a son, adopted or otherwise. “You must be joking.” The idea of sending the youth off on his own was too much for Jirou to swallow. No one could be that careless, especially when it came to their deceased friend’s son. “Right, Keegan?” His eyebrows lifted a bit, as if to ask directly for some assistance. “Surely something must be arranged…” Perhaps he was too caring, or just too attracted to Toby. Either way, it was obvious the topic would be much debated. A son… his head shook, unable to grasp the concept. Why hadn’t the two of them known this? It was an awfully important detail to leave out. [Ooc; I couldn’t think of much. :c] |
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| Deleted User | Oct 18 2008, 06:17 PM Post #14 |
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At the mentioning of a "son", Keegan's anger towards Jirou quickly dissipated. Unable to wrap his mind around the idea, the twenty-one year old tried to process what he was hearing. He caught bits and pieces of the conversation, but only one thing really stuck out to him. His friend had a son... Though he had been adopted, the child was his friend's all the same, and by this Keegan could not help but feel a bit saddened. Why had he not known of this sooner? The blonde let out a small, wavering sigh. He could tell now by the way Jirou was acting, that they wouldn't be able to just leave the kid. What would happen to him if they did? Would someone send him back to an orphanage? A new foster family? Slowly being guilt-tripped by his own imagination, Keegan's mind spun wildly with the possibilities. "Fuck..." He mumbled quietly to himself, mostly out of remorse for the younger boy. Suddenly, he felt terrible for having previously thought bad of the kid. "Well, uh..." Glancing back up at Jirou, Keegan gave a look of uncertainty. "What do you suspect that we can do about it?" |
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| Hayley | Oct 18 2008, 06:41 PM Post #15 |
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"You can send it back to the Johnson House." Toby furrowed his brow, his eyes moving slowly from Keegan to Jirou. "Upon request, I mean. They know me well." His mind flashed back to the counselor he had adored so. "Pretty well, actually." Though his muscles were teasing him to, he didn't break out of that straight face he'd been wearing since he stepped into the place. But he had broken out of that tacturn personality he'd been known to have so well. Truth be told, he didn't want to go home with a couple of men who so far didn't seem all too concerned with im- but that was just Toby being dense. Maybe. "I've told you who I am." He didn't feel the need to finish the statement, hoping the two of them would take the hint to introduce themselves, though Toby, himself, had yet to fully do so. Yeah, he was aware of this, but he was also apathetic to the fact. Edited by Hayley, Oct 18 2008, 06:44 PM.
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