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Feb 21, 2008 22:04

Title: The sun goes up and the sun goes down
Characters: Badou, Haine and eventually Reno
Location: Halls/Showers
Rating:R just to be safe, lord knows what's going to happen
Summary: Cerebus got pissed and Haine's freaking out. Badou is concerned to say the least.
Day/Time: Day 43/ In the wee small hours of the morning

( All I do I want to do with you )

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black_mauser February 22 2008, 04:49:49 UTC

Haine had wandered, almost in a daze, half Haine half Dog just stalking down the halls. A horrible horrible argument for dominance going on in his mind. His own hands wrapped around his own throat, he wasn't sure who was doing it, or who wanted to die, but he felt like crying. Which was a horrible feeling. Haine Rammsteiner did not cry ( ... )

smokin_patch February 22 2008, 05:24:04 UTC

Fuck, this was getting him nowhere. He was just aimlessly wandering the halls, hell he didn't even know what room Haine was in and how fucking unbelievable was that? He should know where Haine was (at all times he didn't think but only because he fucking managed to force it back) it was Haine and he needed him now and Fuck ( ... )

black_mauser February 22 2008, 16:30:17 UTC

Haine's eyes, glazed over, staring directly into the water, slowly turned to face the voice speaking to him. He hadn't noticed anyone come in, he wouldn't have noticed if the world ended and hell opened up. His eyes half lidded and glaring lazily ( ... )

smokin_patch February 22 2008, 20:18:42 UTC

Haine, all scars and bruises bright against his palepalepale skin. Hell Badou even had a handful of stories for some of then, instances of cursing and stupidity and him a graceless heap on asphalt. He'd even stitched a few of those scars together, no ash in the wound asswipe. A story written across flesh, if only you knew how to read it.

It happened faster than he realized(expected), twisting and burning, all-consuming hate. Sharp pain running up through his arm and for a crucial second he froze dead dead dead, acting dead and the stray dogs won't rip you to threads.Whore, whore whore whore whore, gonna sleep with anyone little boy? anybody but him, want him, MINE. Then over before it began and Haine leaning against him, fight gone and broken child remaining. A distant thought heralded relief that it left but the fallout- for a wild instant it was funny. Haine leaning on him when he couldn't give him anything but pain apparently. A tower of broken matchsticks and glue, precarious and rickety. Close to the edge and one more push and ( ... )

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