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Sep 25, 2009 21:47

Who: Alex (changetheorder and Tom (evidnceofbodies)
What: Tom makes his way into town lost and confused, only to find Alex bleeding out in the gutter. Insta-bromance.
When: BACKDATED to like a week ago ._.;;
Where: Just outside Alchemilla Hospital.
Warnings: TBA

There's a smell of stale feeling that's drinking from my skins/The drinking never stops because the drink off all our sins/We sit and throw our roots into the floor/What are we waiting for )

alex shepherd

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changetheorder September 27 2009, 18:46:32 UTC
When the sound of another person calling out to him hit his ears, Alex almost didn't even notice it at first. It had been so faint, and he himself had become so disoriented that the call had just melded into the background with the rest of the white noise of the city. A distant half-second later, his mind kick-started with the memory that a woman said she would come and help him-- help him get better, help him get out of Silent Hill ( ... )

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evidnceofbodies October 2 2009, 22:56:41 UTC
To be honest, Tom wasn’t that sure what to expect in response. Half of him thought maybe he was just hearing things. You know, you’re walking down a creepy ass street in the middle of who knows where, little things tend to jump out at you. It could have just been a cat or something, but no. there was a very audible reply and it hit him. Someone was there, and what’s more it sounded like they were hurt ( ... )

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changetheorder October 6 2009, 19:19:28 UTC
It might've been the blood loss, and it probably was. But time for Alex wasn't moving smoothly anymore. One second, that guy was standing a distance away from him, and then the next, he was almost right up in Alex's face. Alex rubbed at his eyes with the fingers of his right hand, all the while keeping his left pressed tightly up against his wound. It was starting to worry him that he actually felt delirious now-- it was like he'd had too much to drink, even though he knew he hadn't had any. His brain floated detached from his head but still inside of his skull, light in weight and occasionally bobbing onto its side. Every time he blinked, the street moved-- not like it used to in Otherworld, but it took to spinning while his eyes were closed and tried as quickly as possible to right itself when he looked again ( ... )

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evidnceofbodies October 10 2009, 17:08:59 UTC
"Huh?" Tom asked, taken aback at the question. They? What the hell was this guy on about ( ... )

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