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Jul 22, 2011 05:54

CHARACTERS: Death (nonespared), Famine (eatasam), Pestilence (yourbane) & War (valoured)
DATE/TIME: Friday, around 3pm
LOCATION: New York Presbyterian Hospital
RATING: R
WARNINGS: Horsemen, which means violence and swearing.
SUMMARY: Finally all back together, it's time for a group meeting.

( I push my fingers into my eyes; it's the only thing that slowly stops the ache. )

pestilence, war, death, famine

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valoured July 22 2011, 13:25:55 UTC

15 to 3pm. War had arrived at the hospital exactly fifteen minutes ago, and for the lack of anything better to do, found a spot on the roof for smoking. Never had she been a chain smoker like Famine, but for now the cigarette between her lips had a soothing effect ( ... )

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yourbane July 22 2011, 17:39:09 UTC

And while War had smoked and Death had drunk, Pestilence had limped from one facility of the hospital to the next. Special circumstances could not excuse him from his neurology clerkship. Fortunately, that day all he had had to do was attend a didactic case-based conference that was only three hours long. Pestilence was still ruminating over the black and white images of a para-sagittal MRI of the head in a patient with benign familial macrocephaly when he turned into a corridor and found himself standing across from his two siblings ( ... )

eatasam July 22 2011, 17:50:27 UTC

The sound of a familiar voice outside the door had Famine's eyes peering over, first out of instinct and then curiosity. But just as quickly as that glance had left the wall, it tiredly returned. He wasn't entirely sure he was willing to face his siblings, but it had nothing to do with embarrassment or shame.

As much as it pained him to admit, the Horseman had wanted his time alone. The emptiness in his chest swelled, and taking in a sharp breath, he slipped his fingers under the sheet to brush over the bandage beneath the gown.

He felt about as heavy as a piece of paper.

valoured July 23 2011, 13:00:50 UTC

Upon Death's greeting, War lowered her head respectfully. War was Death's handmaiden, they worked well together, and despite being the youngest, Death was absolute. Something none of the other three were. The sound of a cane caused War to look up, looking at Pestilence with a distant look (that was only at first glance, the affection was always present in those dark eyes ( ... )

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yourbane August 5 2011, 17:39:59 UTC

Though Pestilence allowed the greeting kiss from War, he did not so much as let his mouth twitch. It was not necessarily because he did not want his sibling to get Mono. The concern was present in the back of his mind, but there was something else at work. Something childish, perhaps even petty. He did not want her to think she was forgiven just yet. He remained more unmoving than a stone even when Death brushed another against his cheek ( ... )

eatasam August 5 2011, 19:54:55 UTC

Death's stern gaze was met the moment she entered, and kept hold of until Pestilence stepped through the door shortly after. There was nothing to say, nothing to explain. The action itself was self-explanatory. Yet there was a small part of Famine that wanted to assure his siblings that it hadn't been planned until that day had arrived. Months earlier, attempted suicide would have never crossed his mind as a possibility.

But locked in that bathroom with a knife after all that had happened, there had been no logical thinking, no reasoning -- just a sick desperation and a warped sense of self-release. Cutting the scar open seemed logical at the time.

He curled his fingers tightly into the sheet, but remained silent, knowing one of them would speak eventually.