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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 18, 2017 21:30:32 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] It wasn't like he wanted any of this. He didn't want to be such a constant disappointment. To be constant trouble to everyone around him. But he couldn't face the world like this. He had of course informed his boss about what had happened the week previous and that he was fine and that he'd be in this weekend. But of course, that idea was rejected. At least his boss was a decent enough man to still give him a paycheck even though he hadn't been at work at all the past week. Now if only he could stop being a baby long enough to actually leave his dorm room, then his life could get back to normal.
Rumors had spread quickly around the school about what could've happened to him. And he had avoided every knock, every phone call. He avoided his friends, even his new boyfriend. Luka would drop off his homework after school, just leaving it outside his door for him. So at least he had that. But he really had spent the past week sulking alone in his room. And if he didn't he'd sneak out and disappear for a day or two, just to remind himself what life was like outside of the school, without his job. How difficult it really was to survive out there on the streets. But that's what he deserved right? Killing those people... Had they really deserved to die?
The albino trashed his room. He wasn't sure when it had happened. But he knew he didn't care enough to clean it. He didn't even care enough to pick the broken glass from the mirror he had shattered out of his hand. He didn't care that he had smashed his phone either, losing all contact with the outside world. He had curled up on his bedroom floor, just laying there in the pathetic mess that he was.
Another knock at his door. A familiar voice. Luka... Of course. It was always Luka. Damn bastard had nothing better to do with his time than harass him... But he ignored it. Not really caring. He'd get tired and go away eventually, he always did. "Amos. Come on you can't stay in there forever. I brought someone along with me today..." Oh great. Just what he needed. More pity. "Amos... Please let us in." No. He wouldn't. He just wanted to lay in a ball right where he was and die. That would be better for everyone. That's what he deserved right? "Alright, well.. I was hoping to do this on your terms but... I'm coming in. So if you want to stop me then I suggest you open the door yourself."
Amos heard the click of the lock on his door. Well, he supposed he couldn't really be surprised that the son of the principal could get into dorms. He didn't even move as Luka opened the door and gasped a bit. Probably quite the sight. All the shards of broken things, shredded paper, blood, and well. Of course his pathetic little self. But it wasn't like he cared if Luka saw him like this. He didn't really care about anything except... But he recognized those shoes. Those weren't Luka's shoes. Fuck. Still, he didn't look up. He didn't need to. He knew exactly who it was standing there as the cat boy scurried about. Was he talking? Did it matter? He didn't care. Why couldn't they just leave him the hell alone? But despite all the thoughts racing through his head, he said nothing, he didn't move, he barely blinked. Luka even checked to see if he had a pulse because he was so pale and motionless he looked dead. Well, that was good to know. If he ever needed to fake being dead, at least now he knew how to do it.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 18, 2017 22:37:33 GMT
It had been too long for Michael to have no contact with the albino male. Often he would sneak out to that secret place and see if Amos would show up there until the wee hours of the morning with no luck. He had been growing frustrated and even the feeling of hurt for this sudden absence of the albino. The blond teen had been trying to focus himself on his own studies while trying to not seem worried or concerned as he heard the various rumors about the boy through the passing days. However, even he had been trying to discretely get into contact with Amos. Yet when Luka had come to him concerning his new boyfriend, Michael showed no signs of resistance of going to check on the male. He did show his dislike of going to where the peasants resided, but he sucked it up and stood outside the room that was supposedly Amos'. He was silent as Luka tried to get Amos to open the door, though he frowned a bit as there was no response. He glanced to Luka as the teen unlocked the door and opened it, soon looking into the room and actually wrinkling his nose in a bit of disgust at the sight. Though that turned to concern and worry when he spotted the form of Amos lying crumpled on the floor. He briskly walked over to the albino and stopped before him, brows furrowing as he looked down at him. He was still and silent for several moments until Luka had hurried over to check his pulse. "Contact Shai already and stop being his damn maid, Luka." He spoke, that cold tone seeping into his voice before he knelt down beside Amos and placed a hand on his shoulder. He frowned as he gazed down at the unresponsive boy, his eyes trailing over his body for any wounds he'd need to know about. After several moments he sat down so that he could gather Amos in his arms as best as he could and just hug the boy close to him, clutching his shirt as he said nothing for several moments. "Stop doing this, stop avoiding me... I'm here for you now! Luka.. Dammit he's been here for you longer than I have." He whispered to him, ignoring the sad state of his own suit at the moment. "Whatever ales you... You can tell me! You can lean on me! That's what I'm here for..." He went on in the same voice, just holding him close and refusing to let him go. "I want to be here for you... Please, don't shut me out when you don't have to be alone anymore." He added, just hugging him a little more as he was also careful and mindful of any wounds he also had. He didn't want to really release Amos after finally getting into contact with him, or rather finding him actually, and he was just content to just hold him like that until some help could be properly given to the albino boy. He didn't look up and glanced around as he kept his head down and eyes closed while he hugged the boy close to himself, his hands still clutching at the boy's shirt as well. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 18, 2017 23:06:42 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] It took a few moments for him to become responsive. As much as he wanted to do nothing but sit in the boy's arms and fall apart, he wasn't going to do that. He wasn't like that. Of course he fought, with a force he wasn't sure how he even managed. "Get the hell away from me! Let me go!" It didn't take much longer for him to scramble away and curl up next to his bed. "Lies! Just shut up! Shut up! Leave me alone!"
Luka slowly crouched on the floor and rested a hand on Michael's shoulder. Though, after a moment he stood and walked out of the room, pulling his phone from his pocket. Maybe he could get Shai to do something about it all.
"Lies... Leave me alone... Go away..." Amos shook his head and curled up, pulling his knees as close to his chest as he could, burying his face in them. "Go away... I... I don't want you here... I don't want you to... See this..." After a moment he flopped over with a soft thud on the floor, curled up and shaking, silently crying. Damn... he was totally content with just wasting away to nothing. But then stupid Luka had to bring the one thing that made him feel something again.
Speaking of Luka, he returned after a moment and just kept to himself, cleaning up a little, trying to stay as out of their way as he could. "Shai will be here soon..."
"No! No more! No more... people! Get out! Get out!" It seemed to take more out of him to lash out than he anticipated as he just sort of went back to zoning out. "Go away..." His voice was quiet, weak... Just like he was. He hadn't realized just how tired he felt. His entire body ached in exhaustion. But still, every time he closed his eyes, he could feel it.. Over and over again. He hadn't even noticed his hand on his stomach, clawing at his wound again.
"I.. I've seen this before..." Luka shook his head and tried really hard not to think about it as he went into the bathroom where the supplies he had brought earlier in the week were untouched or scattered around the floor.
"Go away... Just... Go... Away..."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 19, 2017 0:57:01 GMT
Shock crossed the blond's features at the struggle from Amos and his words, the teen unable to keep him close as he watched him scramble away and go curl up by his bed. What had he done for Amos to react in such a way? He had forgotten Luka was in the room until he felt that hand on his shoulder, his head turning to look at the male for a brief moment before his attention flew back to Amos. "Amos..? Amos, I'm an asshole yeah I know... But...did I do something..?" He asked him, carefully inching closer but stopping just so he wouldn't alarm the poor kid. His words actually...hurt him a bit. How could words hurt someone anyway? He frowned and just took in his appearance once more, inching closer again. "Amos... You don't need to hide from me... As I don't need to hide from you if something troubles me." He spoke softly, pausing as he swallowed a little. "It..hurts me to see you like this... I... I don't know why... But I want to help..." Though as Luka came back and spoke, which also caused more shouting from Amos, Michael glanced over to him. Though as he looked back to Amos, his eyes widened as he noticed some subtle movement, causing the blond to hurry and close the distance between them. "Seen what before, Luka?" He questioned the cat boy as he placed his hand on Amos' shoulder and then reached his other hand to grab his gun and toss that away for a just in case before reaching down between the boy's knees and torso to grab his hand and just hold it in a firm grasp. "Amos, I won't go away! Please... I'm right here for you." He spoke, leaning over him a little as he attempted to pull him back into his arms again to hug him once more if possible. "I won't leave you like this because you're worth a lot to me!" Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 19, 2017 1:27:43 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos just continued to try and tear at the wound on his stomach until Michael grabbed him, which only made him scream more. Luka shook his head and put a hand on Michael's shoulder again. "Let him go. Shai will be here soon, he'll be okay." Luka sighed and ran a hand through his hair before moving away to lean up some more. Maybe he'd find some tea to make while they waited. His ears remained flat on his head, his tail drooped lifelessly behind him.
It wasn't long before there was a knock on the door, which caused the albino to whimper and curl up some more. Luka wasted no time answering it, despite how distracted he seemed to be. "What happened to him Shai? You told me to watch him but..."
The brunette took a quick look around the room before making his way to the boy, crouching down beside Michael. "Amos? Can you hear me? It's important that you hear me." Luka crossed his arms over his chest for a moment before he decided to go back to making tea. "I'm going to sedate you, alright? For your own safety."
"No! Go away! Don't touch me! Leave me alone! Don't touch me!"
Not that Shai listened. It wasn't hard to inject the sedative into the boy's arm, and soon the albino was just a small mumbling mess. "Help me get him on the bed, yeah?" Of course, he assumed Michael would do that. Once he was placed, Shai went about looking at the various wounds on the boy. The gunshot was infected as he had pulled all his stitches out, and there were plenty of other self inflicted wounds. The doctor sighed and shook his head. "I need a bowl of warm water, and a washcloth." Not that it took either of the boys long to gather whatever he needed.
Luka just silently remained in the small little kitchenette area, not speaking a word, sort of zoned out. Nothing Shai said even reached his ears. "About a week ago, Amos was attacked outside of his work. He had been badly beaten, shot, and.." The doctor patted the cloth gently around his wound as the albino just hazily looked on, not that he was really conscious to the things happening right then and there. "They tried to... Well, in any case, it's not surprising he doesn't want to be touched. It might take him a bit of time to even recognize you. He's got quite a fever. Luka? Has he been taking any of the pills I sent him? Luka...? Luka?"
The catboy said nothing, just turned and turned the now whistling teapot off and went about trying to find dishes that hadn't been thrown or smashed to a million pieces. "I don't know. He never let me in." His voice sounded sharp, irritated. Of course when he couldn't find any cups he swore and quickly made his way across the room and out the door.
Shai just shook his head and continued cleaning up the broken boy before him. "So. Are you close to him as well? Amos I mean. I just noticed his blood on your jacket.. He means something to you." The doctor smiled a bit. "That's good. He needs that right now. He might be asleep for a bit, but when he wakes, it'd be good if yours is the first face he sees. Such a traumatic experience can often fracture the mind. But Amos is a strong kid. I have a feeling he'll be just fine."
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Luka returned a bit after Shai left, quietly coming back in, seeing Michael just sitting at Amos's side, hand in hand. "I brought food for... Whenever.. I'll just leave it in the fridge for you to heat up... I umm... I'm sorry I just..." Luka shook his head and let out a shaky sigh. "Hearing Shai explaining his behavior I... I just..." He paused, taking a deep breath. "Akira he... He acts like that... If.. If he hasn't seen me for awhile... If... If that's... I can't think of that happening to him... I umm... I'll be in my room, just down the hall if... if you need anything..."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 19, 2017 4:05:27 GMT
Michael winced a little to the screaming he received from Amos when he grabbed him, reluctantly letting him go when Luka had advised him to do so after putting a hand on his shoulder once more. He remained beside Amos as he waited for the arrival of Shai, silent as he watched the poor albino. However, at the knock to the door Michael turned his head to look over and see Luka go get the door before he returned his attention back to Amos. He was quiet as Shai came over and crouched beside him, frowning a bit when Amos reacted a bit negatively to the man's words. Though once Shaid had injected a sedative in the boy's arm, Michael reached a hand out to him but paused and withdrew it slightly until Shai requested to help put him on the bed. The blond teen nodded and gathered Amos up in his arms before he carefully stood and laid him on the bed before he moved out of the way for for Shai to do what he needed to do. At his next words Michael was quick to help get him the things he needed, nodding to Luka in brief thanks when retrieving the items as well. This damn peasant... Why did he have to make him feel like this? He couldn't really watch Shai work his...healing stuff on him so the blond took to standing nearby with his back facing the two as he crossed his arms and listened to him speak. He was silent as he balled his hands into tight fists, actually a bit glad he had tossed his gun somewhere in the room. He was silent for a little bit after Luka fled the room, eventually turning to face Shai. He was about to say something when the man took notice of the blood on his jacket, which he had failed to notice. He blinked and looked down at it in a bit of surprise, soon looking back up at him. "No one finds out, got it?" He told him, frowning slightly before he glanced to Amos again. Though he sighed and nodded a little in agreement to staying with the boy until he woke. Gods, did he really have to stay in here? No, he'd get even for whatever happened to Amos. ~~~~~~~~ Michael had pulled up a chair and was sitting by Amos' side holding his hand. He was leaning against the bed a bit as he rubbed his thumb against the back of his hand gently, silent as he watched Amos. Though when Luka returned, Michael sat up a bit and shifted in the chair to look over at the cat boy. He nodded a little to Luka's words before he looked back over to Amos. "Luka... I'm still going to help you, you know..." He spoke finally, keeping his eyes on Amos. "Can you actually.. Help me get him to my room? I'm actually pretty sick and tired of this closet." He added after a few moments, turning his head to look at Luka again. "We can... Go over some things if you'd like too... Or... Or you can just... Hang out and all..." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Feb 19, 2017 4:19:50 GMT
When you're screaming out But you can't make a sound You know It's only a dream
Cause nothing is as bad as you think Even when you're pulling at the seams When the lights go out you still got me
Luka took a moment to gather his thoughts before he slowly nodded. "Alright. I.. I'm not sure moving him is a good idea, but... Sure." What harm could it really do right? They had to do something. And he knew that Michael wouldn't want to be seen carrying the albino, and he was one of the only people that could make him invisible. So of course he would help. A soft sigh escaped him and he waited for Michael to pick the boy up as carefully as he could before putting a seal on him to make him unseen. It didn't take too long to make their way up to Michael's room, only stopping at Luka's long enough for him to grab his notebook. Though, right now, the whole thing seemed so pointless to him. The catboy just lingered around the front part of the small apartment labelled dorm room, just clutching his notebook to himself until Michael returned. He couldn't get the thoughts out of his head... His poor brother.. Lashing out and being so frightened and confused... He knew he had gone through some horrible things, but until now, he had no real idea what he possibly could have experienced, and the very thought of it made him feel sick. He jumped a bit as Michael reappeared. "H-huh?" Had he said something? Maybe not. He wasn't sure really. Luka slowly moved over to a cushiony chair and curled up a bit around himself, staring into the fireplace, whether it was lit or not. "I... I have to get him out... now... now more than ever..." The small feline was shaking, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were white. his shoulders shook as he slowly started crying. For some reason he just couldn't help it. In his embarrassment he tried to hide it by burying his face in his knees, but he wasn't entirely sure that would work either. "I have to..." [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 20, 2017 22:54:49 GMT
Michael had carefully gathered Amos in his arms and allowed Luka to place seals on him and soon departed the dorm room only to head to his own. He paused, however, at Luka's long enough for the boy to grab his notebook before going up to his own. It took a few moments to get into his room and head to his bed, only pausing to set him carefully on the floor and hurried off to grab some fresh clothes for the boy before he carefully, very carefully, changed his clothing. After that he carefully gathered him up again and laid him in his bed, pulling the covers over his body. He sighed as he looked down at the boy, reaching a hand out to brush some hair out of his face before he pulled away and went to change clothes himself and throw all the dirty clothing into his personal laundry machine. Once that was done he headed back to where Luka was, frowning a little as he took notice of how distraught he seemed to be. "Luka..?" He asked him a little, seeming to somewhat gain the cat boy's attention before the boy proceeded to go curl up on a cushioned chair. He sighed softly before he walked over to him again, pausing beside the chair as he crossed his arms. He was quiet as he listened to Luka speak finally, frowning as he started to break down crying. Shit, what was seriously wrong with everyone today? Though Michael moved to place a hand on Luka's back, rubbing it as the boy cried. "Hey, hey... We will get him out.. Alright? Maybe we can gather some people that you can trust with this to help too... Because gods knows we can't do it with just the two of us." He told him, moving to kneel down before the boy. He moved his hand to Luka's arm, looking up at him a bit even if his face was still hidden perhaps. "We'll get him out. But we need to know that we can without a greater chance of failing. We can't just run in blindly, okay? Luka, look at me when I say this... I mean every word I say and I don't want to risk any chance of us failing because your emotions got in the way." He told him in a serious tone, keeping his hand where it was. "Calm down first and when you think you've got your emotions in check we can approach this issue again..." He told him calmly, staying put at the moment. "I don't do this often but... Do you need a hug now..? Because I can give you one if you need it.." Word count: --- Tag: Luka de'Enguarde
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 21, 2017 2:20:21 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] A few hours had passed and Luka had been long gone by the time the albino awoke from his in and out of consciousness sort of state. He hated drugs... And yet, they seemed to constantly being fed into his system lately. An irritated grumble left him before he suddenly realized he wasn't in his room. Crimson eyes scanned his surroundings for... Something. Anything really that could give him some sort of inkling as to where he was. Was he at least still at school?
After a few moments he slowly slipped out from under the covers. These clothes... They weren't his. That just made the whole thing worse. The sharp pain in his stomach reminded him that he had recently gotten shot. But the details were still vague. Slowly, he looked around the room for his clothes, but he couldn't seem to find them, and eventually pulled the doors open and stepped out into the dorm, looking around again. Fucking gods he was starving. He had definitely been here before. He remembered it, but... Still... only vaguely. His mind was horribly fuzzy.
The albino took a few stumbling steps to the kitchen and growled as he ran into the counter. Well, that had hurt. But still. He needed food. First and foremost. At least, until he heard a voice. Who's voice was that. Amos? Was that him? He shook his head a bit and pointed to the fridge before taking a few more steps towards it. What were words? Could he say them? Again with the name he barely recognized. And who the hell was this blonde kid?
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 23, 2017 4:09:48 GMT
It had been a few hours since Luka had been in his dorm room, Michael was currently just laying on his couch dozing a bit with an open book face down on his chest. However, the sound of movement had jolted the blonde awake, causing him to fall off the couch with a thud and a small groan. He shook his head and lifted a hand to rub his eyes before he pushed himself up, peering over to where another sound came from. His eyes widened as he saw the albino, quickly getting to his feet and hurrying over to the teen. "Amos?" He spoke to the boy, tilting his head slightly as he flicked his eyes over the albino. He watched the first year carefully as he spoke no words and merely pointed towards the fridge, confusion crossing his features briefly. Just what was up with him? Michael shook his head a little and moved towards him, going to block off his path from the fridge as he gestured for him to go sit on the couch - or at least move away. "Go sit down, I'll get you something to eat, okay?" He told him, gesturing towards the couch once more. He waited a few moments before he would turn to open the fridge and just pull out some leftovers he had and closed it, soon going to set the container on the counter before grabbing a plate and dumping the contents onto it. He then proceeded to stick that into the microwave to heat it up for a few seconds before he then took it out, shutting the microwave of course, and grabbed a fork so he could take it over to Amos. Michael handed the plate over to the albino and scanned his eyes over him carefully before he moved to sit down beside him a bit, turned slightly to face him somewhat. "Do you want a drink too? Water perhaps? I can go get you some now if you want." He offered as he nodded his head towards the kitchen area once more. Oh, perhaps he should also contact Shai and Luka about this too... Just so he wasn't, well, completely clueless on what to do with his new boyfriend who was...well, being weird. He got up again and pulled his phone out of his pocket, sending a quick text to the nurse and third year before slipping that back into his pocket once more. "I'll go ahead and get you some water. You just keep eating, alright, Amos?" He told him as he glanced over to him and then walked back over to the kitchen area to get the boy a glass of water. It took only a moment for the blonde to get the water for the albino and just another moment to get back to the albino with it. He set the glass on the coffee table before him and gestured to it lightly. "It's right there when you want it." Word count: 499 Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 23, 2017 4:50:02 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] A small growl rose in his throat as the other male made his way towards him, but he quickly went about speaking words that eh didn't quite register, so instead he just stood there like an idiot for a little while until there was some repeated motions towards the couch. Oh. He should sit there. Well. He guess ed that he could do that, but still, he was on edge, sitting all rigid and not at all relaxed. The albino just watched the other with some sort of anxious curiosity, watching his every move with some sort of precision, just in case he needed to run away rather quickly. And just what the hell was that beeping?
Of course, the blonde pulled the food from the microwave and the infernal beeping stopped. Seriously, it made him want to find the nearest thing to bash himself over the head with, or stab through his eardrum. After a moment or two the other male ventured over to him and he felt himself stiffen up again, another small growl in his throat. But once the food was placed in front of him he just blinked at it for a moment before sniffing it. Well, at least it smelled good. More words were being spoken to him, but he didn't really register those either, not that the other waited for any sort of response before going off and doing whatever it was that he was going to do. While he was doing that, the albino scarfed down the food he had been given, making no use of the fork that had been brought over, choosing instead to eat everything with his fingers. It had taken only a few moments, but as Michael returned he was just finishing up the last of it. Again, he stopped and stared at the glass of water for a bit, licking what remained of his meal from his fingers before bringing the glass up to sniff that as well. It smelled clean enough, so down that went too.
After he was finished he just sat there, his crimson gaze narrowed at the other male as he studied him. What the hell was up with all these god damn colors? The albino jumped to his feet and growled a bit, grabbing the fork as a weapon just in case, as a knock sounded at the door. Of course he was probably reassured that everything was okay, but it fell upon mostly deaf ears.
"Ahh, Michael. Good to see that he's awake." The albino narrowed his gaze at the entering brunette. Wasn't that the one that drugged him up? He couldn't remember, but still... He seemed familiar, and not exactly in a good way. "And how is our patient hmm? Amos? How are you feeling?" Another growl rose in the albino's throat. "Oh.. hmm. He is indeed acting strange isn't he?" Shai sighed and shook his head a bit. "Well, he did suffer some rather extreme head trauma. I healed it but, it is possible that he has some form of temporary amnesia. I've seen it before but never has it turned someone so... Primal before." The doctor placed a hand on his hip and made another hmm noise. "Perhaps I should bring him to a hospital... I don't have the ability to give him a proper scan here..."
"A-A..Anatahadare.. desu..ka?(who are you?)" Well shit, he could say something after all. "Koko wa doko?(where am I?)"
The doctor paused and blinked over at him. "Don't suppose you speak Japanese do you?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 23, 2017 16:09:55 GMT
By the time Shai arrived to his dorm room, Michael looked up to the nurse and rolled his eyes a little to his words. His eyes kept darting over to Amos from the growls he made, frowning a bit in confusion and some annoyance from that. What was up with him acting like that? However his eyes flew back over to Shai as he spoke again, blinking at the mention of amnesia. "Amnesia? Does that mean he doesn't even know me anymore?" He questioned Shai, standing as he stepped away a little and placed a hand on his hip. At the foreign language from Amos, his head turned to look at him. So, he could speak after all. He glanced back over to Shai and just gave him a look at the question. "I only know English and Romanian aside from my native tongue. So no, I don't know Japanese." He curtly told him, soon going over to Amos again and crouching by the albino as he pointed to his own chest a few times. "Michael.. Amos." He spoke slowly so he could at least understand that, pointing towards the albino when he said his name. He repeated that a couple more times before he glanced over to Shai again, an almost annoyed look crossing his features again. "I can get some people to come here and help you if possible. Pull a few strings and all." He mentioned as he shrugged a little. He then turned his attention over to Amos and pointed to the plate where the food at been on. "More?" He asked, trying his best to communicate with Amos due to himself not knowing Japanese as of the moment. "Shai, do you know Japanese though? I could always learn it if given a tutor or something." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 23, 2017 16:28:36 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Shai shook his head a bit at the question of whether or not he knew Japanese. "I can pick up on some words here or there, but not enough to communicate with him. Hmm... However.. I know someone that does." Shai stepped away fro a few moments to place a phone call to that very person.
Amos looked at the plate as it was motioned to. But he wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed to do with that. So he just sort of picked it up and held it out. Michael could take it and get him more food if he wanted to it wasn't like he would refuse it, but at the moment he was just entirely confused.
It took longer than it should have for Kyrarei to show up at the dorm, looking as unamused as he usually did. Of course he was willing to help, but he would discuss the options with Shai later. "So, what'do we got here hmm? A kid that forgot how to speak English eh?" Amos glared at the other albino for a bit, at least until he was being spoken to in a language he could understand.
Shai just watched as the two spoke for a bit, taking in their body language. Of course Kyrarei always looked fairly uninterested in conversation. "Well, he says he vaguely remembers things. It's starting to come back a little bit, but for some reason he can't seem to remember the English language. He's starting to remember who this kid is though, and all he knows about you is that you have a tendency to drug him whenever you're around, which he doesn't really like."
"Well, yes.. I suppose I do.." The young doctor hadn't really thought of it like that before.
"But anyways. I ain't gonna stick around here and be translator for you all the time. So anything you wanna tell him better do it quick."
"Hmm. That he needs to rest and take it easy. He doesn't have to take the painkillers but he does need to take the antibiotics. I think that's all I have for him. Michael?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 23, 2017 18:49:48 GMT
Michael shook his head a little to Shai's words before watching him move off to call someone. His attention had moved back over to Amos when the boy held the plate out to him, the blonde just taking it upon himself to take it and get him some more food and water - along with a few paper towels that were on the counter to clean up any spills. Though he had gone to sit on the couch by Amos as the boy ate the food, waiting a while until the person Shai had contacted arrived. An annoyed look was given to the other albino present as he seemed entirely unamused with being here it looked like. However soon enough he had begun to speak with Amos in Japanese, Michael crossing his arms as he leaned back against the couch and almost impatiently waited for a more understandable language to be spoken then. At Kyrarei's words of what Amos had said, Michael glanced between the albino boy and then the nurse before looking back to Kyrarei as Shai had went ahead and spoke of what he wanted Amos to know. But when he was addressed to saying something to the albino, the blonde teen blinked and sputtered a little in trying to form words as his face grew slightly red. He shook his head and lifted a hand to hide his face a bit, muttering a few choice words in French for a moment. "Tell him to learn English again already, dammit." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 23, 2017 19:18:37 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Kyrarei just shook his head a bit in response and went on explaining Shai's requests to the boy, who looked rather irritated about it, arguing back about something or another. The older albino chuckled to himself a bit about the words flying out of the kid's mouth. But still, Kyrarei found himself writing his number on a card and handing it to the kid. "If he needs anything to be said, he'll call me. Until then I guess you get to play charades." Again he chuckled and poked Shai in the side before leaving.
The young doctor sighed and shook his head. "It can last any amount of time. Aphasia is actually more common than you would think with associated brain damage. Until I get him to a hospital I cannot be certain just how much brain damage he has suffered, but it should go away on it's own. I guess Kyrarei is right for now. I will try and set up a false name and series of tests for him, but in the meantime.. If you are still comfortable watching him, then you will have to find other ways to communicate with one another..."
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