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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 13, 2012 22:07:04 GMT -5
You're horrible. *I laugh sheepishly, still feeling my face get progressively warmer. I manage to push myself to my feet (well, more accurately "foot") and help Aftermath into a standing position without falling over.* And you had better be alright. I've said once before that I'm not losing you to depression, and I mean that. We're supposed to help each other when we're feeling psychotic, and I'll make a genuine effort to do that. *I pause for a while, then speak to fill the silence.* You mentioned something about tomorrow, right? What are we doing?
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 14, 2012 10:02:23 GMT -5
*Before Aftermath can answer (which I can sense he doesn't exactly want to), I hear voices outside. Whoever is speaking seems to be looking for us. I sigh. Back to teaching.* I think that's for us. If you want to work on your guns, stay here, okay? I'll call you if you're needed. *I squeeze his hand for a second then limp out into the hallway.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jan 14, 2012 16:23:27 GMT -5
*I get up and follow Volume out of my room* Might as well be a damned soap opera... fuck.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jan 25, 2012 18:31:11 GMT -5
*I enter back into my room and take a seat on my bed. I look at my walls of firearms and sight. Knowing where each one came from is both a blessing and a curse. I know the kids will do fine, I just hope the crows don't get them.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 25, 2012 18:41:53 GMT -5
*I walk over to Aftermath's door and knock lightly, leaning against the wall. It's not as if I expect him to tell me I can't come in, but one never knows. Besides, it is (or used to be) common courtesy.* Aftermath? May I come in, please?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jan 25, 2012 18:49:23 GMT -5
Always welcome, Volume. *I shake out of my mood and sit upright, looking at the doorway, waiting for Volume to enter.* You don't need to knock, you know.
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 25, 2012 19:04:43 GMT -5
Well, what if you want to be alone for whatever reason? I don't want to intrude. *I open the door just enough for me to slip in, then close it quietly.* There are certainly plausible reasons for you to want to remain alone...not that I intend on saying any out loud.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jan 25, 2012 19:11:17 GMT -5
I don't do that, Vol. *I sigh and shake my head. I move over to the side to make room for her* I haven't done anything like that for at least eight years. Not that I'm really counting...
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 25, 2012 19:17:49 GMT -5
Yes you are. You know the span of time. *I laugh and sit down next to him, putting one of my hand on one of his.* And, for your information, I remain unconvinced. But that doesn't have any bearing on anything. *I shrug and lean against him before realizing something.* You haven't had any sleep for a while, have you?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jan 25, 2012 19:29:07 GMT -5
*I squeeze her hand lightly and smile* Yea... about two days... but I don't want to sleep right now. I just want to sit here with you. *I put my arm around her and lean against her*
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 25, 2012 19:49:24 GMT -5
You can sleep and I'll stay. Hell, I'm tired too. You need to rest, though, really. Are you going to do it on your own, or will I have to make you? *I smile, almost sinister.* I can, if you need me to.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jan 25, 2012 19:52:41 GMT -5
That just sounded wrong. *I smirk and lie down next to her, staring at the ceiling.* Think the kids will be alright? It's a pretty big mission...
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 25, 2012 19:55:25 GMT -5
I'm not good at making things not sound wrong! *I sigh and lean backwards too, my face getting slightly red.* I'm sure they'll be fine. They're good at fighting. The only thing that might go wrong is Grim and her...other self.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jan 25, 2012 19:59:35 GMT -5
Reminds me of you, that one does. I think she will turn out fine. It'll take some time though. *I yawn and lean into Vol slightly.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 25, 2012 20:06:03 GMT -5
In a good way or a bad way? Because I was horrible back then, but I like to think I'm okay now. Mostly stable. *I shrug, letting IA move closer to me but not doing anything myself.* I hope she'll turn out alright. She has Det now. I figure that's sort of like me having you, just earlier on and with less certain death around every corner.
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