70:Bitter Silence ( Blog)
~Doll Princess~
2010/09/23 21:21:36
70: Bitter Silence
Morbid came home from the night with a black eye and bloodied nose-Necro noted glumly. Also, Morbid was unusually quiet. Stoic even. He took off his day-glo pink carebear bag off his shoulder. Promptly, he dumped out a wady of dirty twenties, a tub of lip gloss, and a smushed pack of cigs.
"Morbid." Necro murmured, biting his lip. Morbid didn't even look up at him, and instead fumbled with lighting a cig.
"Morbid, are you ignoring me?" Necro questioned, rising up. IT wasn't often that these occurances happened. Morbid was the talkative one usually-extremely so. Despite that though,that bubbly sugar-coated attitude was a farce. A mask to hide the complete clusterfuck of insanity, of confusion.
Morbid finally settled down on a chair, sucking panicked drags off his cig. He heard the shuddering breaths. "N-n..ecro." That voice had a little tremble to it, the usual 'chipper' , high pitched done taken down several notches.
Something had happened, he knew. It was painfully clear. "Who did it?" Necro questioned, hovering over him. There was fire in his veins, and his first impulse was to comfort Morbid. However, he knew it was wise not to touch him until after he relayed his tale.
"Some...Some....drunken frat boys."Morbid exclaimed, jumping. Thusly, this started the emotional tyrade of a tale. Already tears started bubbling up in makeup-rimmed eyes. Necro could only sigh in disgust. The jock type he knew-by the bruises.
"T-t-t hey waaaaannnnted me but they didn't want to pay..So...so..." he let out a sound that was akin to a puppy being kicked. "They tried r-r a pe me." He cried out.
"But...but then they found out I was a b bbb oy....so they tried to KILL me." An exaggeration perhaps, but horrible all the same. Necro though morosely. He saw more bruises littering Morbid's body. He rose, now wrapping his arms around Morbid's compact form.
They will pay.
End.
Morbid came home from the night with a black eye and bloodied nose-Necro noted glumly. Also, Morbid was unusually quiet. Stoic even. He took off his day-glo pink carebear bag off his shoulder. Promptly, he dumped out a wady of dirty twenties, a tub of lip gloss, and a smushed pack of cigs.
"Morbid." Necro murmured, biting his lip. Morbid didn't even look up at him, and instead fumbled with lighting a cig.
"Morbid, are you ignoring me?" Necro questioned, rising up. IT wasn't often that these occurances happened. Morbid was the talkative one usually-extremely so. Despite that though,that bubbly sugar-coated attitude was a farce. A mask to hide the complete clusterfuck of insanity, of confusion.
Morbid finally settled down on a chair, sucking panicked drags off his cig. He heard the shuddering breaths. "N-n..ecro." That voice had a little tremble to it, the usual 'chipper' , high pitched done taken down several notches.
Something had happened, he knew. It was painfully clear. "Who did it?" Necro questioned, hovering over him. There was fire in his veins, and his first impulse was to comfort Morbid. However, he knew it was wise not to touch him until after he relayed his tale.
"Some...Some....drunken frat boys."Morbid exclaimed, jumping. Thusly, this started the emotional tyrade of a tale. Already tears started bubbling up in makeup-rimmed eyes. Necro could only sigh in disgust. The jock type he knew-by the bruises.
"T-t-t hey waaaaannnnted me but they didn't want to pay..So...so..." he let out a sound that was akin to a puppy being kicked. "They tried r-r a pe me." He cried out.
"But...but then they found out I was a b bbb oy....so they tried to KILL me." An exaggeration perhaps, but horrible all the same. Necro though morosely. He saw more bruises littering Morbid's body. He rose, now wrapping his arms around Morbid's compact form.
They will pay.
End.
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- Cinna 2010/12/11 03:54:43
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