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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Oct 24, 2011 18:56:17 GMT -5
Sure... *Garter eyes Vol up and down* You look like the type of person he attracts. *Garter begins injecting Aftermath with different vials and syringes, he continues to scream* Fucked up and lonely. *He begins to bandage the lesser scarred areas* Not that that's a bad thing.
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 24, 2011 18:59:26 GMT -5
Well, thanks. *I roll my eyes, knowing full well he can't see me. My tone of voice is sarcastic, though, so that works just as well. If I'm even audible over the screaming. I would clamp my hands over my ears if I didn't need them to make sure I didn't vomit.* But for your information, I don't...sweet lady of sorrows, what are you DOING to him, peeling off pieces of skin?!
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Oct 24, 2011 19:04:20 GMT -5
He WISHES i was peeling his skin off. *He continues bandaging and injecting, IA goes unconscious* Well, that'll do it for now... *He sits and looks at Vol* So....
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 24, 2011 19:11:04 GMT -5
So...what? Is he still alive? *The screaming's gone, and now I'm panicking, because at least with the screaming I knew he was breathing. Now, for all I know, that doctor might have euthanized him or something. I turn slightly and look out of the corner of my eye. I can't see the blood (thankfully), but I can see IA breathe in and out. That's all I need to know.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Oct 24, 2011 19:13:25 GMT -5
He'll be fine. I... think... *Garter sighs and walks over to Vol* What happened with his head. A few days ago he came in here, gunshot to the head. What happened?
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 24, 2011 19:19:43 GMT -5
I don't think he'd want you to know that. Sorry. And just so you, for your sake and the sake of all the Vipers...he had BETTER be fine. Aftermath is the only person I can even halfway trust around here. No offense.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Oct 24, 2011 19:23:48 GMT -5
None taken. *He looks Vol in the eyes and is able to piece together a few things from her reaction* It was because of you, wasn't it?
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 24, 2011 19:29:23 GMT -5
Yes, no, and maybe. Honestly, I'm not sure what his actual motivation was. But I don't want it to be my fault. So damn many things have been my fault lately, and I am NOT adopting another. *I sigh and put one hand on Plague without even thinking about it.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Oct 24, 2011 19:30:58 GMT -5
Well... whatever the reason was... it's because of you he's even alive. *Garter takes off the gloves and throws them away* You know, the Boss has taken a liking to you.
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 24, 2011 19:37:07 GMT -5
Unfortunately, yes. And it's not because of me. If anything, it's cos of me that he's like this in the first place. Basilisk's had it in for him ever since he tried to protect me from him, and this is what happens...doesn't help that we left some people for Basilisk to kill off brutally, but...damn it. *I punch the floor repeatedly. After a while, I start leaving four bloodstains with every hit.* It's always me, isn't it?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Oct 24, 2011 19:39:11 GMT -5
*Garter raises an eyes brow at Vol* He protected you from the boss? Either he likes you a lot more than you think, or you scare the shit out of him. I'm guessing it's the first one. *He notices the bloodstains and holds out his hand* Lemme see, you'll get infected.
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 24, 2011 19:43:05 GMT -5
No! I'm fine. *What I really want to say is "don't touch me", but I don't dare say that.* And I personally think it's the second option. I'm kind of terrifying.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Oct 24, 2011 19:45:09 GMT -5
*Garter tosses her a bottle of alcohol* Clean it. And i doubt it's the second one. If it was, you'd have to be terrifying. And you aren't that scary, miss.
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 24, 2011 19:50:50 GMT -5
How do you know? You have been talking to me for ten minutes, and most of the time I was quiet. *I open the bottle and dab a little bit on my knuckles. It feels like I've poured lava on my open wounds, but I don't dare display that it hurts. I don't want to look like a sissy when I'm trying to be terrifying.* When d'you think he's going to wake up?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Oct 24, 2011 19:58:37 GMT -5
Tomorrow... maybe? I'm not sure...and hun, You're talking to an ex-Psych major. I can tell all kinds of things about you, just from the way you move. *He gets up* He'll be fine.
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