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Post by Devon on Jun 17, 2010 10:12:06 GMT -5
Enjoy the rideScript - BreakevenIt was one of those days. The ones where he felt sick, but felt good enough to go out. Hand on his stomach, he walked down the path slowly, eyes slightly closed as the sun slowly began to set. Nausea, ugh, he hated it. It was a contant, day in and day out. Ipod blaring in his ears, he walked slowly to the bench and took a seat. Taking in a deep breath, he placed his head between his legs.
This was the reason he never went far from the apartment. Just in case he had that urge... He could always run back to the apartment. There was only one incident when he didn't make it in time. But the officer was nice enough not to arrest him for throwing up all over his shoes. Was even nice enough to take him home, after Devon explained everything.
But even on those rare occasions, when he told someone, he could feel their pity about him, and he hated it so much... So much to the point it'd make him sick all over again just thinking about it. "Oh..." He swallowed roughly, and shook his head. He had that nasty taste in his mouth, and knew he'd better start heading back before he threw up on someone again.
Lord knows, that's all he needed again. More pity for the poor kid who has cancer... Sighing, he slowly pushed himself off the bench. Just as he got to full height, he felt the world spinning. Grabbing onto the bench, he slowly sat back down. "Shit." He mumbled. Can't very well haul ass to the apartment when everything was in double vision.
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Post by Charisse on Jun 19, 2010 0:31:35 GMT -5
Charisse walked out of Argosy's Bookstore with something of a bounce in her step. She liked her job well enough really, but after a good seven hours of working in the dusty lighting with all the books and smell of old leather... Well, Charisse was just ready to be out in the sun and the fresh air. Breathing deep as she stepped into the outside, Charisse felt a smile spread. She wouldn't go straight home; not yet, she decided.
Letting her feet lead her, Charisse soon realized that she was heading out to Central Park. Nice. She loved it there, plenty of space to move around, fresh air to breathe and people to watch. Chuckling a little at that thought, Charisse stepped onto the entrance path, just enjoying the day around her. Maybe she could see if anyone was looking for a mechanic later on in the day. Get herself a job that she would actually enjoy no matter how many hours she worked it. That would be nice; actually getting paid just to tinker around with bikes and engines... If only.
Moving further, Charisse caught sight of someone struggling with standing. He eventually conceded, just sitting back on the bench. "Brain rush?" she said with a slight smile, standing just a few feet away now. "I hate when that happens." She was always standing up too quickly and going all light-headed out of nowhere. One hand reached up, toying with the pendant on her necklace. |
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Post by Devon on Jun 19, 2010 23:31:03 GMT -5
"Brain rush?" she said with a slight smile, standing just a few feet away now. "I hate when that happens."
His head was between his legs again, trying to stop his body from making him sick, but it seemed to be a losing battle. "Uh... something, like that." He mumbled out, slowly sitting up to look at the person who was talking. Meeting eyes with an attractive female, he smiled softly. "Don't we all?" He joked softly.
One cough... it was all it took to make his stomach quake with aftershocks to make him throw up. Good thing was, there was a trashcan near the bench so all he had to do was get to his feet. Within a blink of an eye, he was bent over the can and puking his guts out.
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Post by Charisse on Jun 20, 2010 0:22:40 GMT -5
She passed him a mild smile at his contribution. But something inside her was worried for this total and complete stranger. Because even in those few words, his voice sounded shaky and unsteady. Like he was coming off withdrawal or coming down with something serious. Frowning slightly, she took a step closer. To do what, she didn't know. He was nothing more than a stranger after all.
As it turned out she didn't need to figure out what to do or say. He acted before she could, jolting to the trashcan off to the side and heaving his insides out. "Shit," she exclaimed, awed. Hurrying over to him, she reach to rub her back. It ended up hovering just above him, not quite making contact. Because he was still a stranger and wouldn't that just be weird?
"Shit," she mumbled again as his body shook from his vomited. "Hey, dude, are you all right?" Dumb question. "I mean, obviously you're not all right, but..." She let the sentence hang there in the air, running a nervous hand through her hair.
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Post by Devon on Jun 20, 2010 0:30:33 GMT -5
"Shit,"
"Yeah, that's how I feel." He said in between puking his guts out into this awful smelling trashcan. God.. He hated days like this. It tasted like someone emptied an ashtray into his mouth.. that damn nasty. His face crinkled as he held onto the side of the can, waiting for it all to just.. stop.
"Hey, dude, are you all right?" Dumb question. "I mean, obviously you're not all right, but..."
He had to laugh, couldn't help it really. She was trying so hard to be nice to him, even while he was emptying everything inside of him in front of her. "Obviously." He turned slightly, smiling before turning back to wipe at his mouth. Fucking bottled water is in the middle of the damn park and I can barely move...
He was in it now... Knee deep. "Yeah.." He said softly, sitting back down on the bench. "Thanks for..." Wait, did she do anything? "You know."
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Post by Charisse on Jun 20, 2010 1:11:02 GMT -5
"Right," she replied lamely. Thanks for nothing; she didn't do anything. She sat next to him, leaving some distance between them. Her eyes lingered on his form, worrying after him. This perfect stranger and she was so worried. She winced a little, picking up on how his color hadn't come back, on how he still shook. He wasn't better. That hadn't been some passing illness --bad shrimp-- or anything like that.
"I think you might be...like, really sick," she told him. She was full aware of the stubbornness an adult male could have. Both her father and older brother refused to admit to being sick or hurt. Ever. Some kind of pride thing mixed with an "I can do it myself!" complex. LIcking her lips, she added, "I mean, no offense or anything but you still don't look so great."
And what could she do about it? She had never been the older sister or cousin. Sure, she sometimes took care of her brother and father once she was old enough, since her mother had split when she was a kid. But most of the time it was her getting taken care of and looked after. She had never kissed any scraped knees or nursed any fevers. She was always the youngest, the one getting sick and coddled after. And now there was this guy she didn't even know at all and she had the strange urge to help him, heal him. And what was that about?
"I don't want to interrupt or impose or anything," she added on, blushing a little. God, she was probably so out of line...
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Post by Devon on Jun 20, 2010 11:14:01 GMT -5
Right. He nodded softly, that small smirk still pressed firmly on his lips. Despite the way he felt at this particular moment, whoever this girl was, she was making him smile through it. "I think you might be...like, really sick," He started laughing, but quickly stopped and grabbed at his stomach and lightly chuckled. "S'that right?" He asked in a light chuckle.
"I mean, no offense or anything but you still don't look so great."
He turned his head, smiling softly at this complete stranger. "No offense taken." He said softly, taking in a slow breath to stop the tumbling in his stomach. "Yeah.. I'm not at my best today." He chuckled softly, coughing a bit. He managed to hold it in for the most part. All he needed was another session with Mr. Trashcan over there...
"I don't want to interrupt or impose or anything,"
Your not.. but you could-- He stopped his train of thought, nausea swirling through his entire body. His eyes closed a moment, opening a second later. "Your not." He stated softly. "Actually, it's a nice distraction for the nausea." He smiled. "Talking I mean."
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Post by Charisse on Jun 20, 2010 11:48:48 GMT -5
"S'that right?"
Charisse screwed her mouth up. He said that like he had known it. Like he knew that he was really sick. Licking her lips uncomfortably, she shifted, hands wringing in her lap. She couldn't leave. Not when he looked like...that. Like he could keel over at any second. Even if she was annoying him, she would just hang here and make sure he didn't, like, die.
"Tell me about it," she murmured softly. Not at his best today. She could definitely see that. "Guess we all have those days, huh?" she offered, mustering up a light smile. Head cocking to the side, she let her hair sift over one shoulder.
Her smile broadened to something wide and bright at the reassurance that she wasn't annoying him. "Oh, good," she said softly. "Well then, if it helps... What would you like to talk about? Maybe where you ate whatever is giving you the stomach issues? So then I'll know to stay away from there," she joked easily.
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Post by Devon on Jun 20, 2010 11:56:13 GMT -5
"Tell me about it," she murmured softly. Not at his best today. She could definitely see that. "Guess we all have those days, huh?"
He smiled, finally sitting back some and leaning his head back to look up at the clear pinkish-purple sky. It was such a beautiful evening. Why did this have to end that? Or even ruin it? Flashes of his past went by in his mind and he had to shake it away. "Too bad mine is like, everyday almost." He muttered softly, closing his eyes as the sun slowly went down.
"Well then, if it helps... What would you like to talk about? Maybe where you ate whatever is giving you the stomach issues? So then I'll know to stay away from there,"
He started to laugh, but then the coughing started again and he felt like crap all over again. "Please.." He said softly, smile still on his face. "Try not to make me laugh too hard?" He smirked lightly, leaning his head back once again.
Not stomach issues, not food issues. I wish it was that easy... He thought, letting out a deep sigh. "Let's start with a name?" He asked, head rolling slightly to look at her fully now. "The name's Devon." He held out a shaky unsteady hand to her, a soft smile on his lips.
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Post by Charisse on Jun 20, 2010 12:31:31 GMT -5
"Too bad mine is like, everyday almost."
Charisse frowned softly. "Well, that's not good," she commented lightly. Every day was a bad day? Poor guy. She just wanted to wrap him up in a hug and steal all that hurt away. But that would probably be inappropriate between two strangers... Either way, this man seemed to be used to all this pain. And that was just not fair.
It was mostly a joke but Charisse's eyebrows went up, a hand covering her mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, feeling bad. "I'll keep the joking to a minimum then.
"Names are good," Charisse said gently, smiling. "Nice to meet you, Devon," she replied. Taking his hand in hers, she held it steady, giving his hand some strength from hers. "I'm Charisse. Call me Char, though." Charisse was entirely too feminine for her.
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Post by Devon on Jun 20, 2010 18:02:09 GMT -5
"Well, that's not good,"
He smiled. "Tell me about it." He replied softly. Muscle aches, nausea, cold sweats, hot sweats. It was a mixture of this, and that, and then his head was stuck to the toilet and wondering where he went so wrong in life to deserve this punishment.
But that was life, wasn't it? Or... atleast, his life. He chuckled softly as she joked about making him not laugh so hard. "Thanks." He grinned, shaking his head lightly. "Nice to meet you, Devon," He smirked. "Don't lie. I know you're thinking 'man this sick guy is creeping me out.'" The smile on his face was the only signal that he was only joking.
"I'm Charisse. Call me Char, though."
"Nice to meet you too, Char." He smiled, shaking her hand weakly before letting his hand drop back to his lap. He was feeling weak and vulnerable, and here was this pretty normal, healthy girl... just sitting next to him, talking to him. "You can call me whatever. Sick guy, Dev, Trashcan-throw-uper?" He grinned laughing softly.
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Post by Charisse on Jul 9, 2010 0:33:55 GMT -5
"Don't lie. I know you're thinking 'man this sick guy is creeping me out.'" She laughed a little and shook her head. "Not even slightly. I'm actually wishing I had a way to make you feel better," she admited easily. Charisse wasn't really one to dance around words. She was much more likely to just kind of come out and say it.
Laughing again as he offered her a few nickname choices, she put a finger to her chin. Pretending to consider them all, she hummed softly. "Well. Trach-can thrower-upper certainly does have a nice ring to it." Giggling at her own joke, she shook her head. "But I think I'll stick with just Devon." She did like the name. It spoke of strength, even when the bearer of it seemed to be in a rather weak state.
"So," she said, one shoulder rising a little, "what brings you out and about if you're feeling so badly? Or does the outside help?" She wasn't like that. If she was sick, she wanted a bed and a blanket and tea and crappy television. But Chaim, her brother, he crazed the outdoors when he was sick. Hated being all locked up and everything. Which she thought was fairly crazy but... Well, to each his own, right?
Realizing something, her eyes widened a bit. "Or maybe you were just seeking out some peace and quite and alone time." She chuckled self-consciously. "Lemme know if that's the case and I'll get out of your way. Seriously, don't try and bear my presence just to be polite." She smiled to him genuinely to show there would be absolutely no hard feelings. Last thing she wanted to do was cause the poor guy more discomfort.
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Post by Devon on Jul 9, 2010 11:29:14 GMT -5
"Not even slightly. I'm actually wishing I had a way to make you feel better,"
He smiled softly, head rilling as a soft chuckle escaped him. "You are." He answered easily. Looking up at her, despite his weakness, he plastered on a big smile. "Besides. I don't think you have the cure for me." He joked softly.
"Well. Trach-can thrower-upper certainly does have a nice ring to it."
He laughed gently, nodding. "See." He smiled. "But I think I'll stick with just Devon." He smiled softly, eyes starring over at her. She was sweet, funny, and beautiful. Too bad a girl like that would never really go for a guy like him. Especially one who was wanting to die at this point. "Fine with me." He chuckled, sitting up a bit more.
"So," she said, one shoulder rising a little, "what brings you out and about if you're feeling so badly? Or does the outside help?
"I'm cooped up a lot of the times. So.. yeah, I guess you could say it helps. Getting some fresh air, meeting new people, throwing up on a cops shoes..." he chuckled. "The exciting life I live, huh?"
"Or maybe you were just seeking out some peace and quite and alone time. Lemme know if that's the case and I'll get out of your way. Seriously, don't try and bear my presence just to be polite."
"No, no." He chuckled out. "That's not it at all, and trust me if I wanted to be alone I would have stated the moment you came up to me." he smiled. "What are you talking about 'bear your presence'? You're presence is enjoyable, not something I have to bear with." He smiled softly.
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Post by Charisse on Jul 9, 2010 18:51:36 GMT -5
"Oh, well that's good," Charisse replied with a soft smile and a little blush. "And no I haven't got a cure... Just my wonderful company." She passed a little pose to Devon before laughing at it herself.
"Throwing up on cops' shoes, huh?" she asked, smiling widely. "That's all right. Serves 'em right for all the speeding tickets I've gotten over the years." She smirked over to him showing that she was joking... Well, half-joking at least. She really did get a lot of speeding tickets. And all right, it was her fault, really, for going so fast but still. Those guys let plenty of other people slip past. It was just because she was on a motorcycle nine times out of ten that she got pulled over.
She laughed briefly at that, covering her mouth to hide the blush that touched her cheeks. "Well, I'm glad to hear that, then." She smiled softly up to him and dropped her head to the side a bit. "You're pretty enjoyable yourself."
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