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witchesreign2011-08-25 06:57 pm
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♉ [BBS][Action] SOS, SOS.
i WAS WRONG, iN THAT, i UHH, cAN'T, dO ANYTHING,
hELP, i WAS WRONG, i WAS WRONG, i WAS WRONG,
sCHOOL HALLWAY,
wATER, eVERYWHERE,
mEN'S ROOM, aS IN THE REST ROOM, oR RATHER LAVATORY, wHATEVER YOU WOULD COMMONLY CALL IT,
bROKEN SINK,
oH GOD,
sOS,
lAD'S i'M IN A BIT OF JAM,
[One laptop later he manages to get that message out, but don't expect there to be any response because he's completely ruined the laptop after sending it, already having smashed it to hell trying to open and type on it. But from it? You get that he was wrong, and boy, he was fucking wrong. He does not have the experience to deal with this strength. Equius has had sweeps, honing it to where he can handle it, making it so he didn't completely destroy everything he touched. No, Tavros got all that strength in barely any time and he has found that he can't do anything. He nearly snapped off his horn this morning, leaving a noticeable crack in it but it still fully intact, thank god. Not to mention he's broken pretty much, every, single, thing, he's touched.]
[He finally managed to get out of his apartment after missing a class from fretting and he's been a stuttering mess, trying not to talk to anyone unless he has to. This bathroom was his savior after he broke the banister for a stair way and he quickly made his way in, taking in a deep breath before ripping off a stall door and then managing to completely crack and smash two entire sinks along with the counters they were part off.]
[If you walk by the bathroom in the hallway, there's probably water leaking from the bathroom at an alarming rate and that water has completely flooded the bathroom from the two broken sinks. In the middle of the bathroom is a crouching down Tavros, surrounded by orange water, laptop keys that had popped out of his computer (which is floating around somewhere), hands inches from his head as if wanting to hold the sides but thankfully he's remembered that that might be a horrible idea. Oh, and did I forget to mention he's kind of crying? Yeah, the whole almost killing himself by accident and then ruining everything he's touching thing is really hitting hard. The bruises all over his arms and hands covered in bandages could tell you that though too. Though the bandages are pretty much gone now after having smashed the sinks with his bare hands, there's a good amount of orange blood running from his fingers and tinting the water around him.]
Oh d-d-d-d-dear g-g-god..
hELP, i WAS WRONG, i WAS WRONG, i WAS WRONG,
sCHOOL HALLWAY,
wATER, eVERYWHERE,
mEN'S ROOM, aS IN THE REST ROOM, oR RATHER LAVATORY, wHATEVER YOU WOULD COMMONLY CALL IT,
bROKEN SINK,
oH GOD,
sOS,
lAD'S i'M IN A BIT OF JAM,
[One laptop later he manages to get that message out, but don't expect there to be any response because he's completely ruined the laptop after sending it, already having smashed it to hell trying to open and type on it. But from it? You get that he was wrong, and boy, he was fucking wrong. He does not have the experience to deal with this strength. Equius has had sweeps, honing it to where he can handle it, making it so he didn't completely destroy everything he touched. No, Tavros got all that strength in barely any time and he has found that he can't do anything. He nearly snapped off his horn this morning, leaving a noticeable crack in it but it still fully intact, thank god. Not to mention he's broken pretty much, every, single, thing, he's touched.]
[He finally managed to get out of his apartment after missing a class from fretting and he's been a stuttering mess, trying not to talk to anyone unless he has to. This bathroom was his savior after he broke the banister for a stair way and he quickly made his way in, taking in a deep breath before ripping off a stall door and then managing to completely crack and smash two entire sinks along with the counters they were part off.]
[If you walk by the bathroom in the hallway, there's probably water leaking from the bathroom at an alarming rate and that water has completely flooded the bathroom from the two broken sinks. In the middle of the bathroom is a crouching down Tavros, surrounded by orange water, laptop keys that had popped out of his computer (which is floating around somewhere), hands inches from his head as if wanting to hold the sides but thankfully he's remembered that that might be a horrible idea. Oh, and did I forget to mention he's kind of crying? Yeah, the whole almost killing himself by accident and then ruining everything he's touching thing is really hitting hard. The bruises all over his arms and hands covered in bandages could tell you that though too. Though the bandages are pretty much gone now after having smashed the sinks with his bare hands, there's a good amount of orange blood running from his fingers and tinting the water around him.]
Oh d-d-d-d-dear g-g-god..
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[He looks over to him wearily, holding out his hands like he doesn't know what to do with them. And yeah, no he really doesn't, these things are destructive machines right now.]
Fuck I...d-d-damnit... What do I, do?
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He steps over and places a hand on his head gently.]
Man, Tavbro, we'll get this. Just try not to be touching shit. If I've gotta, I'll get to touching shit for this motherfucker.
[He then looked at his husktop and tilted his head. Wow. He did that? W... Wow.]
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Shit I...I hope this d-doesn't last... Have you b-b-been having anything weird happen?
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I've been making miracles, but shit, brother... these aren't no miracles if they just be turning on your waterworks.
[He ruffles his hair comfortingly.]
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Can you d-do anything. [Deep breath.] Can you do anything new?
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[He pauses for a moment, looking like he's deep in thought, and suddenly, three sopor pies appear out of nowhere.
Well, this is at least a good thing. He won't be sober for a while.]
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C-can, [Sigh.] Can you just help out of here, er, please? Please... I fuck, I can't...break anything else man, I, shit, I...ugh..
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[He holds out his hand as if to help him get up. GAMZ... THAT IS NOT A GOOD IDEA...]
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I'll crush yer hand, m-mate...
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Ohhhh shiiit, you're right! Sorry, motherfucker. I'll get to opening the door for you.
[So he does that.
Just when the door creaks, he lets out a loud HONK.]
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Yeah, thanks man, ..sorry, about this, all ...this. [Another sigh, arching an eyebrow to the honk as he steps out, his hands searching for a place to go and eventually go into his pockets. Serious how does Equius, or DID, Equius even function?]
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You dig?
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[Frown.]
I dig.
Thanks Zee. C-can... [Sigh.] Can we not talk about this shit happening? Please, l-like, ever. I still owe ya though. Just keep yer peeper silent about me and ...all that.
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[He runs his fingers over his mouth with a zipping motion. YEP. MOUTH IS ZIPPED. Except he might forget this is a secret later. OOPS.]
And you don't owe this brother nothing. It's on the house.
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Oh the house? You sure? [Because he's going to hold you to it if you ask for anything later...]
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[He keeps his promises, too! ... unless he forgets them. Well, if he doesn't, he keeps them, so there.]