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Post by Tanner Mason McGuff on Mar 8, 2010 20:55:17 GMT
Tanner looked at his computer screen, frowning. There was nothing here about wrists! He turned to the sleeping Asian, gently peeking under the bandages to check on the bleeding. Her shirt had fallen open, but he didn't stare, didn't wanna touch the things to fix it either. At least he had the kindness to fix her skirt before the guy was supposed to show up. "He'll no what to do, little princess." he promised, getting up and walking to the bathroom to get fresh towels. To anyone walking by, or in, this scene would look perverted.
A barely dress girl lying on a bed, her shirt open and wrists bound tightly. But Tawny knew nothing happened, or ever would. Because she was a girl, and she had boobies. He walked back to the bed, leaning over her to fix the towels, switching them out with fresh since it was almost dripping with blood. "Naughty girlie!"
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Mar 8, 2010 22:04:16 GMT
Melville walked down the halls quickly. Fifth floor, second door or was it second floor, fifth floor? He swore at himself angrilly, running down the halls so that if it was the wrong one then he could quickly run to the second one.
He opened the door quickly, not bothering to knock in his speed. "Mayu!" he called, quickly running to her side, forever thankful that his first choice had been the right one. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside her and looking down at her, looking down to her wrists and back to her pale skin. "How long has she been like this?" he demanded quickly.
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Post by Tanner Mason McGuff on Mar 8, 2010 22:19:42 GMT
Tawny jumped up, falling over himself to try and help the guy. "A few minutes. Ah!! She's waking up.." he said suddenly, watching as the girl curled up around her boyfriend. He smiled at them. "Don't be too hard on her, now. She's only a girl." he laughed, bouncing out of his own dorm room to give them some private time. Crap... He shook his head, heading back to the guys dorm room to play some video games.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Mar 23, 2010 14:31:18 GMT
Melville looked down at her, softly picking her up into his arms and letting her rest against his chest. He kissed her forehead tenderly, completely lost on what to do. He wanted to scream at her, tell her that she was stupid and how much it had hurt him, but he was just so happy that she was waking up that he couldn't bring himself to say anything bad to the perfect angel in his arms. "Hey, Mayu..." he said softly, kissing her forehead again. He wanted to ask so many questions, say so many things, but knew that he'd have to wait until she was strong enough. "How you feeling?"
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Mar 23, 2010 14:45:25 GMT
Mayu looked up, blinking past the fuzziness in her brain to focus on the voice. Well, it was defiantly not what she expected. Maybe a little more Hell's Angel and less caring boyfriend. But she had to admit it was a bit nicer then she was used to, almost too nice to be coming from Mel. "Hello." she croaked, staring at the white towel on her wrists. "Your supposed to be mad, you know. Why aren't you?" she looked up at him, turning her all innocent eyes on him. Processing was slow in the front area of her mind, but somehow (a miracle, really) she was able to tell what was going through his mind.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Mar 23, 2010 14:59:30 GMT
Melville let go of her slowly, looking at her as if he was looking at her truly for the first time. He let out a breath of air, a sort of 'huh' sound, and looked away, his jaw clenching. "Is that why you did it?" he asked, looking back towards her, the softness in his eyes falling into cold darkness. "You want me to be angry at you, Mayu? Is that it?" he demanded, his voice painfully calm but with a layer of threatening that was bubbling to the surface.
"Well, yeah, actually, I'm fucking pissed, alright?" He said, looking around himself as the anger finally cracked its way to the surface, overpowering all of his thankfulness and joy and just leaving him in despair of all of what she had done. "You were fucking meant to know better, weren't you?!" he said, grabbing onto her arms roughly and shaking her, his head coming close to hers and forcing her to look at him. "Fuck, I can get Diane offing herself, yeah, she didn't know any better. But you do, Mayu. You fucking know better than all of this. You know what its like, you were there, you really wanna go back to that?!" he demanded, screaming at her now. "Because if you do then I'm not following. You've got another thing coming if you'd think I'd do that again," he said, fire burning from his words as he spat them out like a bad taste in his mouth, each word coming so quickly they tumbled over each other though every one still managed to be loud and clear.
He didn't let go of her, didn't stop imposing his strength over her and forcing her to face what she'd done to herself, what she'd done to him. And then, suddenly, he leaned forwards and kissed her roughly on the lips, pulling back quickly. "I fucking love you, alright? Just... don't do that," he practically begged her. And still his hands were tight on her arms, clinging desperately.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Mar 24, 2010 19:15:36 GMT
Mayu winced, trying to pull out of his grasp before he crushed her. "Ow. Mel. Your hurting me..." she looked up at him slowly, tiny little wheels in her mind running full force to understand the whole lecture he'd just fed her. Fucking, fucking, fucking. all in all, loads of cussing. She looked away, almost teetering over the edge of the bed while she assessed the damage. "No. Not what I wanted.. Hell, I dun't even know why I did it."
She stared at the wall, still thinking through the fuzz. Her face was as emotionless as she felt, each emotion successfully smothered by stupidity, anger, and more pain. The bandages itched her wrists, drawing her attention downward. "I'm not going back.. Not while your still here at least." she bit into her lip, ignoring his accusations that she should be better. Better then what exactly, she didn't know. Mayu frowned, maybe it wouldn't have been fair to Mel if he lost two people in the same week. Probably not, thought he would probably just go on living like normal. "Alright" she agreed, gently kissing his cheek before finally turning her gaze back to him.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Mar 24, 2010 22:56:20 GMT
Melville looked at her for a moment, still unable to let go of her though his grip loosened very slightly. He tried to watch her through the silence as he thought of the words. Someone smarter than him would have known what to say, he knew. Someone more witty, someone who had compassion when he needed it and someone who didn't just instinctively fight everything with anger. Knowing this only made him more angry.
He let go of her quickly, his eyes narrowed at her. "You're an idiot, Mayu. A fucking idiot," his words slicing sharper than he would have ever intended. But his anger at himself had transformed into the world being against him, Mayu conspiring against him. "You hear me?!" he demanded again, pulling himself off the bed to stand over her. "What the fuck were you trying to do, aye? You weren't trying to kill yourself, then what's the point?"
He grasped onto the top of her arm again, leaning over her, "See this? This body? It's mine. And you're not ruining it. You beautiful, Mayu. Don't change that," he said, running the back of his hand across her cheek; the gesture seemed strangely affectionate, but overprotective, controlling and with a sense of domination.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Mar 24, 2010 23:23:49 GMT
Mayu froze, staring up at him silently. How the hell was she supposed to love a wild animal like this? Running was out of the question, and there was no way he could be overpowered by someone as small as her. "Mel, let go of me... Please.." her voice was even, or as close as she could get. She hid the fear from her, trying to shake him off long enough to sit up. "This isn't your body, Mel. We're going out but you don't own me." she bit her lip, almost knowing he'd get pissed.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Mar 24, 2010 23:33:34 GMT
Melville looked down at her, slowly and reluctantly let go of her, dropped her completely and turned away, walking to the other side of the room slowly.
He leaned against the door, his expression dark and his arms folded tightly against his chest. He suddenly seemed to look even bigger and stronger than usual as he guarded the door subconsciously blocking off all of the exits - at least those without magic - in the room.
He didn't look at her, just spoke with a low, grating voice, anger rattling through it uncontrollably. "Just what am I meant to do, Mayu? I take care of you and you do that. What am I meant to do, Mayu?" it wasn't a begging or pleading, but demanding her for answers, answers why he had apparently not been good enough in his eyes, demands to answer how he was supposed to be something more than he ever could be.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Mar 24, 2010 23:51:59 GMT
MAyu shuddered, not looking at him but keeping her eyes pined to the floorboards. "Do whatever you want.. You don't have to take care of me, you know.. It's not like it's your job or anything. I'm just a girl, remember?" she frowned at that, not wanting to meet his eyes. Yet again, her stupidity shines through. She had to fall for the bad ass, though it hadn't been that hard. "I didn't do it to die. Or to hurt you. I just did it to make myself feel better."
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Mar 25, 2010 0:05:25 GMT
Melville looked up at her, and smiled slightly. He leaned further back against the door, resting his head against it as he watched her carefully. "I kinda like looking after you, Mayu," he said with a soft smile. His anger had always just been wild, but with Mayu he'd had something to fight for, she'd been a wall to lean against so that he knew where to point all of his frustration, in the opposite direction.
He pushed back against the door to walk slowly back towards Mayu, walking over to her and putting his hand on her cheek softly, lifting it up to him. "Can't I help you feel better, Mayu?" he asked slowly, brushing back her hair. "That'd be better then cutting up that beautiful body, yeah?" he suggested.
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