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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Dec 22, 2012 22:53:29 GMT -8
As exhausted as Alec was, sleep never came to him that previous evening. Blurred images of the noise monster, physical holograms of a Japanese band, and people screaming with blood pouring from their ears taunted the back of his eyelids. The boy was weary, but there was no way he could sleep at all. Instead, he choose to lie down and watch some television - comedy. That would cheer him up! But unfortunately, after being in a tragic event like that where nothing made sense, he couldn't just go to sleep. He couldn't focus on anything. And he certainly didn't think he still retained his sanity.
Just after the monsters vanished, Alec decided he was ready to get the hell out. He wanted to speak to that blonde man who told the creature to leave and did as he said. Was he responsible for it? The last thing he needed was to piss off that monster's master, so Alec crept out of the auditorium and snuck outside. Everyone that had been waiting by the doors left as soon as they could, leaving the entire lobby in a disarray. Tears fell down his face as he walked outside, seeing the red and blue flashing lights everywhere.
He was exhausted, feeling all of the adrenaline leave his body as he saw several ambulances. Nearly passing out, he stumbled over toward them when a young male paramedic noticed him and proceeded to help him over. Alec reached the man but immediately passed out from exhaustion, laying against his strong chest and almost cuddling up. At first the man was alarmed, but after a quick inspection he realized that the boy was just exhausted. He half-carried the teen to the back of the ambulance and tried to pry him away with no such luck. Well at least his shift would be that much easier.
Alec awoke in a hospital bed two hours later, hooked up to all sorts of machines. The doctor came in very shortly and scribbled some notes on his clipboard before asking Alec what all happened. He had read somewhere that after a traumatic event, it was possible to forget everything, and so he just lied to the doctor and tol him he couldn't remember. He was inspected for brain trauma but none was found, and so after his vitals were stable he was allowed to leave. His father was asleep at this time of night, so he called a friend to drive him home. He didn't speak much about what happened other than saying it was pretty much a blur.
He couldn't really tell anyone - at least no one that would believe him. Unless they were there and they saw it with their own eyes. So after he got home, he was wide awake, and he would be all night long. That next morning he was told that he needed to come back to the hospital for further inspections just to make sure that everything was okay. They thought it would be, but they weren't too keen on taking chances. After all, he only had a bunch of bruises, a black eye, a few cuts, and definitely some muscle soreness - but nothing extreme.
Today he was dressed in a pair of slim light colored jeans and a black long-sleeved button down shirt. He wore a different pair of his comfortable tennis shoes and put on a black wristband with the word "Happiness" in white, which was ironic because he was far from happy. Alec had considered borrowing some makeup from a friend, but he loathed having to explain his reason behind it, so he decided on just brushing his hair down in his face so that others wouldn't really notice the gaping bruises.
Alec got to the hospital a few minutes early and waited in the lobby. It wasn't long before the doctor called him into the cramped, chilly examination room. He unwillingly removed his clothing and underwent a full inspection, the young doctor probing him everywhere. After about fifteen minutes of pervasive actions and questions, he was finally free to go. Most restaurants were slowing down from their lunch rush by now, so he figured he would go grab something to eat. He hadn't eaten since before the concert so it was about time he got some chow.
On his way out of the waiting room and into the main lobby, he saw a cute blonde girl in the distance. She looked oddly familiar at first but he couldn't place her. Being the man that he was, he decided to try and sneak around to see if he recognized her. She had medium-ish hair and was poised, but he still hadn't seen her face. It was bothering him that he felt like he should know her, but then again he had so many people come through his place of employment...He thought he recognized everyone. But realizing that he was staring, he blushed and started to walk toward her, hoping she would turn around so he could get a better idea of who she was.
WORDS!: 848 TAG!: Kittim Curtis SETTING!: April 21, 12:45pm. Sunny. 66 Fahrenheit.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Jan 5, 2013 23:17:57 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████[/classy][classy=text][/style]A night that was supposed to be memorable and exhilarating had turned into a murky nightmare he woke from with a start. He found himself nestled in a strange bed with stark white sheets thrown around him and he knew immediately where he was. Waking in the hospital was a grim reminder of the reality of whole ordeal. Although he drilled the nurses for answers, they could only mumble something about an “accident”. As much as he wanted to believe it was an accident, he knew that wasn’t the case.
His memories of the night were vague, mostly of the hideous monster which terrorized the concert hall. He could hardly believe it had happened. It was terrible to think it did, however, he had to let life move on. Besides, he was certain that no one would believe him. There was no reason to let it ruined his life, but the wounds he suffered threatened to prevent that. His left arm bore a heavy cast and bandages on his upper arm. When he looked at himself in the mirror, white gauze was wrapped around his head.
It was a miracle that he managed to escape with his life and he was thankful enough for that. Nevertheless, his perfect skin would forever wear the scars he earned from that night. Any chance he had to be a model was as good as wrecked. His life was over as far as he was concerned. Even though he managed to pass off the night like a bad dream, he couldn’t stop obsessing over his injuries. He was still convinced that he was pretty despite the wounds, but the scars. How would he become a model with scars?!
He fortunate enough to have a brief stay in the hospital, released promptly at noon. Slipping into the clothes his parents brought him, Kittim rounded up what little belongings he had and left the hospital room behind. He was ready to put his nightmare behind him, as much as he could with the thought of disfiguring scars on his mind. The growling in his stomach gave him a distraction from it though. He walked into the main lobby, quickly spotting a vending machine. A small snack would hold him over, he decided.
After putting in the money and getting a bag of veggie chips, he wondered aimlessly through the lobby as he snacked. Kittim stood tall and poised regardless of where he was or what he was doing. It wasn’t attractive to slouch and Kittim was most certainly not unattractive—scars or not. He soon became aware of a pair of eyes on him (as expected), taking notice of their approach from the corner of his eye. Oh, he was pretty cute! The blonde turned to face them with a bright smile. “Hi."
[/classy][classy=NOTES][STYLE=color:ffffff; font-family:arial; font-size:15px; font-weight:800; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:-1px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:left]Got you wrapped around my finger, babe.
You can count on me to misbehave.
I'm really sorry for making you wait! 467. Alec.[/classy]
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Jan 6, 2013 12:17:13 GMT -8
And just like that, the pretty young girl turned around and smiled at him. Only it wasn't exactly a pretty young girl - it was a very feminine, poised boy that was kind of cute in an odd sort of way. Now it was his turn to blush even more, realizing his previous mistake and quickly attempting to correct himself in the back of his mind. But he didn't want to leave her- wait, HIM hanging there, so he quickly acknowledged the boy and responded. "Um, hey." That's all he could muster up for the time being.
The shock began wearing off seconds after that awkward encounter, and he began to realize where he recognized that face from - this looked exactly like one of the people he saw at the concert just last night. As the reality of the previous night nearly slapped him in the face, his face spread into a grin. No, he hadn't lost all of his marbles just yet, but he had to keep his head high in spite of the anger he was feeling. It was bad enough to see that a young boy had died, but the boy was also looking pretty beat up. Alec knew it wasn't the Vocaloid holograms that attacked him, so it had to be that awful sound-producing monster. But before he start babbling about it, he figured that he'd introduce himself properly so that they could chat about things.
"I'm Alec. Were you...last night...I mean, not like that! Were you at the convention center last night...you know...at the concert?" His head dipped down a bit, embarrassed by his lack of social etiquette. What he really wanted to do was to embrace the young man and not let go; if he had really been there, through all of that hell, then Alec knew he would be changed forever as well. He just needed someone to talk to about all of this... He hadn't gotten any answers because he knew it would be pointless to ask. But someone else who was there would probably vouch for him and share their story. While his head was slightly lowered, he noticed that the teen also had his own problems - a broken arm, it appeared, along with various other bruises and wounds. It wasn't a pretty site for Alec.
The teen shivered, feeling a cold drop of sweat fall down his back. Standing in the waiting room felt like being in a freezer. He looked around for a moment, trying to find a nurse so he could ask for a blanket or something to cover up with, but they all seemed to be occupied. If the other boy began to speak, Alec would turn his attention back to the teen, trying to be polite, but he began panicking for no real reason. He needed to move outside, but he was rooted to that one spot for now. He could fight this irrational fear away; he had just survived a night from hell, and a small panic attack wasn't going to do him in. Outwardly, Alec showed no signs of his sudden shift in mood, still retaining that same goofy smile.
WORDS!: 536 TAG!: Kittim NOTES!: Poor guy. I told you he'd have scars...
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Feb 9, 2013 15:27:36 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████[/classy][classy=text][/style]Tawny eyes took in the red hue tinting the boy’s cheek, wondering for a moment if he’d approached with the idea that Kittim was female. His choice of clothing and carrying himself mislead plenty of people. It wasn’t his problem if they couldn’t tell the difference. Kittim didn’t really care himself since being thought of as female often benefitted him until they found out that he wasn’t. After that, he didn’t give a damn what they thought of him since they most certainly weren’t calling him pretty.
Nevertheless, his smile didn’t falter in the slightest when he observed the other boy’s embarrassment and attempt at responding back. “Did yo…” He trailed off the moment he saw the shift in the dark haired boy’s face, going from a nervous smile to a wide grin. What was that all about? He raised an eyebrow, but even he couldn’t miss the familiarity of the other boy. Had they met somewhere before? He parted his lips to speak again, however, the words caught in his throat as the other boy spoke up.
“….Yeah.” He replied after a few moments of listening to the boy, named Alec, stammered on before he got to his point. “That was a nightmare.” He sighed. Although his memories were made vague by his head injury and being knocked unconscious, some fuzzy memories played back in his head. Two boys running back stage, a blond man, and himself being thrown like a toy before he hit the ground and lost consciousness. He lifted a hand to rub his throbbing head, feeling the coarse bandages against his palm.
His first instinct was to dismiss the boy so he could continue on as if the night hadn’t happened at all, yet that was impossible no matter how much he wanted to. Kittim wore the undeniable signs of the horrible night on his body. Bruises, cuts and broken bones couldn’t be denied so easily. The scars that would be left behind would become reminders and further remove any attempt to deny the horrors of the concert. “You can call me Kittim, by the way.” He continued. “Do you want to get something to eat?”
[/classy][classy=NOTES][STYLE=color:ffffff; font-family:arial; font-size:15px; font-weight:800; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:-1px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:left]Got you wrapped around my finger, babe.
You can count on me to misbehave.
Finally posted! XXX. Alec.[/classy]
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Feb 13, 2013 17:56:20 GMT -8
Relief washed over Alec as he realized that he was part of the convention center tragedy. And another sense of relief added to that when the young wo- man, he meant, was asking about food. Truth be told he hadn't eaten just yet and was starving, so this would give them the perfect opportunity to get out of the hospital and into the sunlight where it was a bit warmer. "Actually yes that would be g-great!" Another shiver passed over Alec as he turned and walked beside Kittim, leading the two outside and allowing the warm rush of air to embrace his shivering body. He could breathe a little easier and he already began to feel better! He turned to look at the blonde in the light, noticing his blonde hair sitting neatly on his head despite his slightly rugged appearance. In a sort of weird way, he was kind of cute. It was likely due to the way he carried himself or maybe even the way he was dressed. Alec wasn't very sure, but he wanted to keep his thoughts to himself for now. The last thing he needed to do was to scare the poor boy off, especially when there were so many things he wanted to talk about.
"I'm not really that picky so...anywhere you would like to go? We can hit a coffee shop or something if you'd like. The caffeine might do us some good considering how we feel right now.." Alec was mostly thinking about how he felt, and that was terrible. He was plagued with dreams of monsters coming after him, not to mention very real holograms slicing his head off and then sewing it back on only to knock it off with a piece of piping. That was probably the last thing he should be thinking about, but he couldn't help but to reflect on what all happened as the two walked a little bit. They were likely going to have to drive wherever they wanted to eat unless they felt like taking a good walk, but sometimes walking like that could help clear one's head. Besides, Lucas would have been so proud to know that he was still out and moving around, despite feeling like rubbish.
Interrupting his thoughts was the sound of his stomach rumbling. It was an odd sound, unlike any other, that began taking flight and almost calling out his name. He stopped for a moment, awestruck by his own bodily noises before stifling a small chuckle. Now that was something he could handle.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Mar 10, 2013 20:07:08 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████
A lot has happened in the course of two days—most of which Kittim could barely remember. He didn’t like the idea that he now wore so many injuries, especially ones that would scar. The thought of anything blemishing his once perfect skin made him want to scream, however, he had a distraction for the moment. Eyes falling again on the dark haired boy, he eyed him for a moment. Alec didn’t look like he got too badly hurt, but something in him told Kittim he suffered something worse than physical injury. In a weird way—weird for Kittim, anyways—he felt bad for the boy when he usually would have been bitter about the boy’s mild injuries. ”I could go for anything right now,” The blonde sighed. “Do you have a car?” Kittim’s own car was at home with his parents after they retrieved it from the parking lot of the convention center. He didn’t really mind walking though. After being in the hospital all night, he felt a bit restless. Some air would do him and certainly Alec some good. “You know what, let’s walk.” He didn’t need the rumbling of a stomach to tell him they were wasting time and breath. Kittim, with his good hand, reached out and closed his thing, girlish fingers around Alec’s hand and set off for the door. “Alec, right?” He snuck a peak over at the blonde to be sure he got the name right. “There’s probably something where close by so we can walk around until we find somewhere or something. I don’t really care as long as it’s not a hospital cafeteria. Do you know how disgusting their food it?” Kittim was usually pretty talkative, but he was really making an effort to keep a silence from spreading out between them and he wasn’t really sure why. It was proving difficult though. For once in his life, Kittim didn’t really know what to talk about and the only other topic they could talk about wasn’t his ideal of casual conversation. “How old are you, Alec?” The blonde kept his fingers curled around Alec’s hand as he walked. “Tell me about yourself. Just talk, okay? About anything.” Got you wrapped around my finger, babe.
You can count on me to misbehave. Cutie Kittim! XXX. Alec.
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Mar 11, 2013 16:30:25 GMT -8
The warm sun washed over the boys and it was very much welcome. Alec, who had been talking to Kittim (well, more like listening to Kittim) was grabbed and taken outside before he could really respond to much of anything. He seemed nice enough, and when the two were holding hands, a small blush crept up to his face. Those waiting in the hospital probably saw what had just happened, but at the moment he didn't much care. There were things he had been involved in within the past day or two that he didn't even want to begin thinking about. Maybe that was why Kittim wanted to talk so badly...It was pretty ridiculous, after all. At first he didn't want to believe everything that happened, but right now he felt like whichever way things did happen, it was all going to be so hard to believe.
But when Kittim prompted Alec to talk, he finally spoke up, recovering from his momentary stupor. "Erm, sorry about that. I can't imagine hospital cafeteria food being anything but disgusting. Glad I've never had to eat it!" He let out a small laugh of relief, hoping to ease the tension that had been building just slightly. "But yeah food always sounds wonderful. I know of a coffee shop that has sandwiches and soups up ahead. That seems more your type of restaurant probably." And immediately Alec wished he hadn't said that. Iniate recovery mode! "W-well, you just don't seem l-like the kind of person that would eat a triple burger, y-you know?" Embarrassment appeared on Alec's face as he used his free hand to awkwardly scratch his neck. They continued walking in the direction Alec guided, hoping that Kittim would speak up and not be offended by his lack of social skills. Or his anxiety level.
"Well I'm eighteen and I just graduated from high school last year...well, kind of. It was more or less a technical degree that I received a year early. I work at Walmart because they pay me decently and there are always hours to get. I also get a small discount on groceries and sometimes clothing, but for the most part it's just something to get me by. I wanna start college in the fall but I don't know what for just yet. I have this awkward tendency to make conversations really weird without meaning to, so in my rambling I might offend you or do something really stupid. I'll go ahead and say sorry in advance." And with that, Kittim had Alec talking nonstop. His anxiety was diminished as they continued walking in the direction of the coffee shop.
The one Alec was looking for had a giant cup of coffee on the front door. It was tacky albeit very quaint. Sometimes he would come here with his friends and order a bowl of soup to warm up. "It should be up here on the left pretty soon. They have wifi and it's usually fairly quiet. We can find a secluded corner to chat and talk about whatever you want there without it being overly crowded." For some reason, Alec was drawn toward the girly boy. It was really odd, but it wasn't something he disliked. He shrugged aside the feelings, keeping his hand clenched to Kittim's. Now it had become like another extension of his own body, not realizing that they were still together.
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