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Post by Christian on Mar 7, 2006 18:54:22 GMT -5
Cole stopped by Christian's door, and let go of Zeb's hand, "Your stuff is on the bed, his room is pretty tidy, so don't worry about tripping. I'll be two rooms down, so holler if you need anything," Cole said, continuing down the hall.
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Post by Zeb on Mar 7, 2006 18:56:54 GMT -5
Zeb nodded, but screwed up his nose. "Two doors down? Who's between you?" He asked, hand groping for the doornob.
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Post by Christian on Mar 7, 2006 19:51:15 GMT -5
"Ususally Kevin," he said, still walking away, "But he ususally sleeps in the common room watching tv."
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Post by Zeb on Mar 7, 2006 19:57:55 GMT -5
"Thanks." Zeb called after him, grasping the door knob and slipping into Christian's room. He shut the door behind him and transported himself into Kevin's room. Using his second sight, he rumaged around, careful not to leave any trace that he was there. /Schedual... anything... hmmm.../
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Post by Christian on Mar 7, 2006 20:04:01 GMT -5
Cole fell onto his bed, and thought about going to sleep. His eyes were heavy from lack of rest, and his legs hurt from all of the use they were absorbing. Hesitantly, he pulled himself up, and began rummaging through his drawers for a clean t-shirt.
It didn't take long for him to decide the silence was a bore, and he turned on his stereo, and began blarring his new Falling Up cd. Inadvertantly drowning out the noise in the next room.
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Post by Zeb on Mar 7, 2006 22:24:52 GMT -5
((Hope you don't mind me giving Kevin a date book...))
The boy dug through a drawer on the desk, grinning in triumph as he pulled out a black date book. Flipping through the pages, there was a schedual and a few dates filled in. Zeb grasped it in his hand, searching through a stack of papers. He chose a few that might be helpful, then went to the door to check the number. He jotted the number down in mind, getting a few mental pictures of the room he could relay to Sinister if he required it, and ported back out, to the infirmary. He was only there for a moment, pressing a soft kiss on Christian's fevered head before jumping back to the university.
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Post by Zeb on Mar 8, 2006 20:54:20 GMT -5
Zeb's return was a bit rougher this time. His body was running out of energy; it took a great deal to transport himself so many times. He landed in Christian's room, legs crumpling beneath him. He held the anti-virus close to his chest, protecting the precious liquid. /COLE!!/ He screamed mentally.
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Post by Christian on Mar 9, 2006 17:16:59 GMT -5
Cole barrel-rolled dramatically through his door, for no reason other than cause he could. Rolling to his feet, he tore down the hall, and skidded on the carpeting, "Sweet My Lanta! What's wrong!?"
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Post by Zeb on Mar 9, 2006 17:21:47 GMT -5
Zeb was near sobbing now, partially from the pain from transporting so many times and partially from relief that Christian would be okay. "A-A-An-t-ti..." He gasped between body racking tears, "V-V-V-i-ir-us..."
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Post by Christian on Mar 9, 2006 17:24:22 GMT -5
Cole squinted at him, trying to read between the sobs. His eyes widened as he realized what Zeb held clutched to his chest, "How in the--!?"
He raised an eyebrow, and quirked his neck, "Where did you find that!?"
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Post by Zeb on Mar 9, 2006 17:26:39 GMT -5
Zeb groaned softly; the pain he was feeling was slowly growing, nausia causing him to sway from the kneeling position he was in. "Sinister... I admited... he gave..."
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Post by Christian on Mar 9, 2006 17:37:26 GMT -5
Cole shook his head in disapproval, "I'll ommit that part from the explanation later on," he said, "I'm curious as to why he'd go and up and give you the cure to the one thing that can kill that titan, Ravage, but it can wait, I'm sure."
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Post by Zeb on Mar 9, 2006 17:41:03 GMT -5
"I d-don't k-k-kno-ow." The boy said between pained gasps of air, pausing as he dry heaved; he hadn't eaten in a day or so, so there was nothing on his stomach for him to throw up. "J-J-Ju-ust t-a-ake it, C-Cole. I-I-I ha-ave t-to g-g-g-go b-ba-ack."
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Post by Christian on Mar 9, 2006 17:43:20 GMT -5
Cole took a step back in shock, "Bull F*cking Sh*t, you do! The very least you could do is give Christian this thing yourself! He'd want to see you, and it'd probably mean the world to him to know that it was you who saved him!"
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Post by Zeb on Mar 9, 2006 17:46:17 GMT -5
"I-I c-can't..." The boy managed, shaking hand gripping the precious vial as if his life depended on it.
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Post by Christian on Mar 9, 2006 18:40:15 GMT -5
"The hell you can't," Cole said, helping Zeb to his feet, and giving him an arm to lean on, "You've lived for Christian, and you've lived for Sinister. Do something you wanna live for for once, for christmas' sake!"
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Post by Zeb on Mar 9, 2006 18:43:06 GMT -5
"I don't know what I w-want to live for anymore..." The boy said weakly, his legs shaking beneath him. He whimpered in pain as his muscles cried out in protest.
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Post by Christian on Mar 9, 2006 18:44:58 GMT -5
Cole sighed, "Hold on," he said, picking Zeb up and carrying him like a baby, "Now, listen and listen good. Even I'm smart enough to know you gotta have something or someone to live for. You won't be a free soul until you know what that is you wanna fight for. I suggest you get your crap together, before you hurt more than yourself."
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Post by Zeb on Mar 9, 2006 18:51:28 GMT -5
"If I live for Christian, Sinister will punish me; if I live for Sinister, it'll kill Christian. If I live for me, then I'll hurt Christian and Sinister will hurt me." The boy sighed, too weak to move, clutching the anti-virus to his chest.
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Post by Christian on Mar 9, 2006 18:54:24 GMT -5
Cole smiled, making his way to the infirmary, "Ever stopped to think that Christian would fight for you no matter where you go?"
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