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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2013 14:53:46 GMT -6
Ivan winced in pain as the boy pulled the glass out for him, but he didn't even care. He was so shocked when the boy knelt down to help, no one ever gave to flyin' fucks about Ivan... ever.
Ivan just sat there silently as the boy pulled out the glass, he almost looked like he silently sighed and then he point to a sink, I wish this kid would talk... Ivan got up to walk over to the sink and ignored the pain, it's nuffin' compared to what the coats did to him. "Fanks, I appreciate it lots."
He chucked one foot over the basin of the sink, starting the warm water in hopes that it'll pull the extra glass out, stupid move on his part, but he didn't want the boy to hurt... "What's your name, mate?" Ivan said in a low calm tone, "I know ya can talk I heard ya yelp, I'm not that bad o' a guy I swear...... just a little tweaked in the head." Ivan knew it probably wouldn't matter, but he was never used to being kind to anyone, let alone getting any kindness back... He hoped Teddy stuck around. [/blockquote] [/left]
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Post by DeiAlexanderCarew on Jan 15, 2013 21:40:34 GMT -6
Deimin was relieved when Ivan listened to him, going over to the sink. He did his best to clear the shards of glass away from where they had been, shoving them as close to the wall as he could. No need to make it look like people had been here, right? He managed to do it without causing himself any scratches by using his feet (this had to be the one time he was thankful for shoes).
Listening as Ivan spoke, Deimin wasn't sure what to do. Scanning his arms, he realized no one had asked him his name today. He didn't have room to write much else, either. He bit his lip, debating on whether or not he should answer. Was it worth talking?
He was silent for a few more minutes, the running water the only sound. Swallowing nervously, Deimin opened his mouth. Could he even make sound when he meant to? Part of him doubted it. The only sounds he could make were bad ones. He only got people in trouble. That was all he was capable of. So why should he even talk? He tried to say his name, just to make Ivan happy. He tried, really! But his vocal cords didn't work right. All that came out was a weird, half-choke half-gasp noise that wasn't even that loud. Guess that's what happened when you didn't talk that much.
Swallowing again, he forced himself to walk over to where Ivan was. Deimin stuck his hands under the running water, washing off the blood and glass flecks. "D...Dei...Deimin," he finally managed, his voice sounding coarse and unused. He closed his mouth again, glad to just be done with talking.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2013 23:30:46 GMT -6
"Damn, so your names not Teddy then? Ah well, that's a lovely name, wish I had the same luck as you, Ivan's drab." Ivan watched as he cleaned up the glass around the window, Ivan wanted to tug him away from it but he couldn't exactly move fully at the moment.
He found paper towels and wrapped them around his feet using them as gauze and as padding
"I wont take ur box no more so you can relax.... I only did it so you would notice meh, ya know?" Ivan sighed out in exasperation, "It gets fuggin lonely in here real fast, I actually can't even remember how long 's been, probably 4 years in this living hell." Why Ivan was even explaining all of this was beyond him, why did he have such a huge goddamn attraction to befriend someone so goddamn small?!
"The things they do to ya, it ain't natural. Hell, I don't even fink it's legal!" Ivan realized they needed to get out of this hallways before more people come to investigate... Ivan slipped his fingers gently between the other boys hand.
"We need to get out of here Deimin, take me anywhere you want to go that makes you happy.... besides the Grotto, I kinda broke that place for now... sorry."
Ivan slid to stand just a little behind the boy in hopes he'd lead the way, "And I know ya don't like to talk, guessin by your arms so here."
Ivan reached into his back pocket and pulled out a sleek light blue marker, he placed it gently into the other boys hand. "This is my favorite color and this is only meant to talk to me, this pen is only for me to see, k?" [/blockquote] [/left]
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Post by DeiAlexanderCarew on Jan 17, 2013 13:37:03 GMT -6
Watching silently as Ivan covered his feet with paper towels, Deimin wished he had something that would function better as bandages. Paper towels weren't any good for protecting cuts and keeping them from getting more infected. At the assurance that his "box" wouldn't be taken again, Deimin was relieved. He didn't quite agree with the statement that the Grotto was ruined for him, but he didn't have the will nor the arm space to argue with Ivan. He'd find a way to explain eventually. But as for somewhere to go... Where?
There weren't many places Deimin enjoyed going here. Definitely not that room where they stabbed him with needles and knives and made him drink weird things and take pills that were most definitely not Tylenol.
Deimin let Ivan hold his hand, no longer feeling the need to hold onto his camera. He went into the hall with his new friend willingly, his brain running in overtime to come up with somewhere new they could go. He didn't want to stop hanging out with Ivan already. Deimin had never really had any friends here; he'd always been alone. most people just thought he was weird or mentally impaired because he didn't talk. They didn't bother to spend the few moments it would take to read what he wrote. They just didn't care. Even the wardens didn't give a shit.
He accepted the blue pen, smiling his thanks and nodding in agreement. Just for Ivan. He kept it in his hand instead of sticking it into his pocket, figuring that would be easier than trying to get it out later if he thought of something he wanted Ivan to know. Good thing he could write with both hands. He started leading the way down the hall, letting his feet take him wherever they felt like going.
He paused at the entrance to the hallway that led to the rooms, hesitating for only a moment before deciding Ivan could go to his room. He'd left it relatively free of clutter, he was pretty sure.
He walked straight to his door, pausing just outside and turning toward Ivan. He uncapped the pen easily with one hand, taking a moment to find a bare patch of skin near his shoulder. Sorry if it's messy.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2013 9:22:46 GMT -6
Ivan scanned what he could see from behind the small boy as he tried to cover up the door of his room as best he could, which was to no avail with being as frail as he was. "You're fine love, if you think this is messy you probably shouldn't ever take a look at my room, I fink you'd have a heart attack." He was hesitant to enter the boys room, what if he had something that Ivan wasn't supposed to see, what if there were things that would change his opinion about the gorgeous little man standing in front of him... He look down at the paper towels starting to leak a tad of blood onto the floor.... "I don't know if I can come in... I don't want to intrude and my bandages ain't workin no more... sorry, love."
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Post by DeiAlexanderCarew on Feb 12, 2013 11:07:34 GMT -6
//Finished//
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