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Post by jasey marie simmons on Nov 4, 2012 23:19:11 GMT -5
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pulled away before your time Is this was regret felt like? Was it honestly regret that this girl was feeling? Honestly, she wasn't so sure. Did Jasey really regret sleeping with Micah? No... not at all, and in all honesty, she probably would do it again without thinking twice about it. They were dating, and was pretty damn into the boy, who could blame her? But at the same time, one of the times they had had sex result in the mess of things she was currently worrying about now. She couldn't raise a baby! She could barely take care of herself. Micah had been so incredibly sweet about the whole thing though. She had expected yelling and screaming and him swearing it wasn't his. Instead, he had reassured her that they were in this together, and that they could do this. She didn't really believe him, but it was still pretty damn nice to hear, she had to admit.
She jogged down the stairs in her apartment building and pushed the door open, walking out into the brisk night air. It was unusually cold, compared to the previous weather that Los Angeles had been experiencing. It was welcoming to the girl though. It allowed her to wear her favorite sweater and gave her an excuse to wear jeans and boots. Something she definitely was not going to pass up. Jasey prayed the night air would help clear her mind a little bit. All she needed to do was think. What she would have really loved to do was call up Royce and rehash things out with boy, but she didn't want to bug him anymore than she already had. The poor boy had already had to hear her sob over the phone once, after she had gotten off the phone with Micah the day before. As she had laid next to Micah that night, she had vowed that she wasn't going to tell anyone else for while. At least until it got to the point that she HAD to tell them, merely because she was showing. She shook her head at the thought. Jasey was going to absolutely hate herself when she became as big as a beached whale. It didn't even matter that it was an oppertunity for a shopping trip.
Wiping at her eyes, Jasey rounded the street corner and stopped in her tracks. Before her eyes, some hooded figure was kicking a body up against the wall. Fumbling in her purse she grabbed her mace and her cellphone. "HEY!" she called out to the figure. "I'M CALLING THE COPS!" Well fuck if she didn't even know how to use the mace. It didn't matter though. As soon as she had said the word cops, the hooded figure had taken off running down the street, not even bothering to look back. Los Angeles was full of shitty ass people, in Jasey's opinion. Hurrying over to the body slumped on the side of the side walk, Jasey quickly dropped to her knees, rolling them over slightly to get a look at them. Her heart dropped slightly when the face staring up at her was none other than Ren. Ren was Micah's douche bag friend... if they were still even friends.
Last Jasey had seen, Micah had pretty much tormented the guy into some kind of fit. Jasey sure as hell didn't agree with it, but it didn't mean that she liked the boy either. Ren had been a complete asshole to the girl, despite the fact that Jasey had went well out of her way, not to mention comfort zone, to be nice to the boy. Hell, he had even went as far to say that she wasn't now, nor would she ever be good enough for Micah. Sure, she had laughed it off at the time, but it still wasn't something a girl ever wanted to hear. Oh how the tables had turned though, Micah had been pissed at Ren, and to Jasey's knowledge, he hadn't spoken to him since.
Now here Ren was, sprawled out on the sidewalk beside her, bleeding pretty damn bad. The bitch in Jasey wanted to just get up and walk away, leave him to his fate. She couldn't do that though. A decent human would do what was right, so that's exactly what she would do. She put Ren's head in her lap, pulling out the bottle of water she had she squeezed her eyes shut for a nano second, knowing she was going to regret what she was about to do. It was the right thing though. Pulling her scarf off from around her neck, she doused the end in water, using it to start cleaning up some of the blood from Ren's face. "What have you gone and gotten yourself into, hmm? Drug deal gone wrong? Mouth the wrong person? She frowned at herself as she dabbed. Really? Did she have to use shitty words to get to the guy when he was obviously already down and wounded. She sighed "I'm sorry. That was wrong of me. Forget I said it." She winced slightly as she wiped at his wounds. This could not be anything but painful for the boy. Pushing her loose bangs back, she looked down at him. "Should I... call an ambulance or something?" She thought for a moment, before adding "I just live a few blocks over... do you think you could walk that far? I could clean you up a lot better and I have...um....band-aids... not sure how much good they'll do, but it's worth a try, ey?"
ZACH as REN words;950. outfit; here. status;done notes; Wasn't sure where to post it, and homes had three already, so TADA ELLE LIKE COOL of ESM |
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Post by kieren on Nov 6, 2012 13:13:24 GMT -5
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[/i]e didn't know how he wound up on that street, or why that guy came after him. He figured it was just some bum wanting the cash or watch he had on him -- but then he realized that he didn't have any with him. Next he figured the guy was just wanting to take his frustration out -- but why pick him? Finally he figured the guy just had an issue with him, and boy did he. If anyone had asked Kieren who Derek something another was, he'd have shrugged and asked if he was hot; it wasn't until the guy spat at him at first, asking if he was fucking his boyfriend that Kieren realized he'd screwed with the wrong guy. The punches were quick and fleeting, powerful sure, but nothing Ren couldn't handle. It wasn't until he was dealt a blow that knocked his head to the side that Ren's past came back to bite him in the ass. And so, Ren just lay there, taking the beat down that was being dealt to him. It wasn't the first time he'd gotten the shit beat out of him, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. So, he took it. For hours it continued, some random people walking by and ignoring the scene that was taking place on the sidewalk they shared. "HEY! I'M CALLING THE COPS!" someone called from some direction he couldn't possibly think of. The guy on top of him bolted then, a coward he was, Ren decided. Then someone was kneeling next to him -- someone he couldn't see but felt oddly familiar. "What have you gone and gotten yourself into, hmm? Drug deal gone wrong? Mouth the wrong person?" and then Ren knew who it was -- that chick Micah was screwing around with. He wanted to scowl and curse her, but his mouth wouldn't move -- infact, nothing was moving. "I'm sorry. That was wrong of me. Forget I said it."Ren wanted to tell her to fuck off -- wanted to tell her that he didn't need any help, but when he opened his mouth to tell her that, all that came out was an groan of agony. He turned his head to the side, away from her, and coughed. He coughed and gurgled and spat out some blood. Turning his head back up, Ren's chest rose and fell unevenly, bood soaking into his shirt and trickling down his face and onto her lap as she moved his head. He wanted to snap at her and tell her not to move him, because fuck did it hurt, but again no words came. "Should I... call an ambulance or something? I just live a few blocks over... do you think you could walk that far? I could clean you up a lot better and I have...um....band-aids... not sure how much good they'll do, but it's worth a try, ey?" he wanted to glare at the girl, he really did -- but he couldn't. He needed the help, he knew he did, but he'd be damned if he would ever admit it to the likes of her. He didn't want to go to the hospital -- he'd refuse. He didn't really want to go to her place either though, so he just grunted. Band-aids. Seriously? Like a band-aid would fix anything on him right then. He tried to crack open an eye, his body trembling and throat tightening. He tried to glare, but it simply came out as a squint. jerking his head to the side, he coughed again. His body shook as the coughs racked through him and blood splatter the walkway. "No... hospital..." he rasped weakly. [/div] [/center] [/div] are you opposed to having fun [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by jasey marie simmons on Nov 6, 2012 20:57:15 GMT -5
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pulled away before your time Jasey frowned deeply, his coughing did NOT sound good. The gurgling that came along with it sounded even worse. What if the boy was internally bleeding? What if she was too damn late? At least he was breathing. She wasn't entirely sure how to properly give CPR, but she was willing to try if it came down to it. It actually broke her heart to see the boy like this, even if he was an absolutely ass to her. She supposed she'd hate to see anyone like this really. No matter how much she might not have cared for the boy, especially considering the rude ass way he had treated her. She wiped at the blood that trickled out of his mouth, frowning when she realized that blood had trickled onto her jeans. Well fuck, these were one of her favorites. She swiped at it quickly before turning his attention back on his face. She was going to have his blood all over her, she felt.
Hearing a grunt, she took that as a yes. Now the real issue here was how in the hell she was going to manage to get him from the side walk back to her apartment. Really, the boy didn't look like he was really in any condition to walk... This girl was going to have to attempt to carry him. There was no other real choice she had, was there? It's not like she could call Micah. He'd probably just be pissed at her for confronting some stranger in an alley way. Plus, from what she could tell, he wasn't even acknowledging the boy's existence right now, so he probably wouldn't show up. She was going to have to do this all on her own it seemed. "This is going to hurt, I'm warning you up front. It's not going to be easy getting you back to be pleasant, but it'll be better once we get you there, cleaned up and laying down."
Frowning a little more, she sat his head down gently, getting up to her feet and staring down at him. God this was going to be awkward to do, because of his height. Jasey wasn't tall by any means. The girl stood at about 5'5, and weighed in at 110 lbs. There wasn't much too the girl by any means. And here was Ren, who was definitely taller than 5'5. She winced slightly as she took his hands and helped pull him to his feet. This couldn't be pleasant for the boy at all. Turning around, she wrapped his hands around her neck, and did her best to lean forward so Ren was putting all of his weight on her, rather than having to carry it himself. Basically, here was 110 lb Jasey carrying this fully grown boy on her back... even though she was pregnant.
Stumbling around slightly, Jasey finally got her footing and took off towards her apartment. The trip seemed to take forever, but finally they were up the elevator, through her door, and Ren was layed out on her bed, Jasey sat next to him with her medical kit and lots of towels around him so he wouldn't bleed on her bed. "Seriously man, what the hell was this about? The guy beat you to a bloody pulp." she frowned, pulling a few pieces of gravel out of one of his cuts, before spreading anti-botic ointment on it.
ZACH as REN words;950. outfit; here. status;done notes; It's okay to kill me. This sucked ass. ELLE LIKE COOL of ESM |
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Post by kieren on Nov 9, 2012 17:15:09 GMT -5
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[/i]s Jasey lifted him up and began staggering down the street, carrying him pretty much, he couldn't help but let the groan of utter pain out. Everything hurt -- and even what was numb had an ache. He didn't know why she was carrying him and not dragging him -- which totally would have hurt worse but still, better than being carried. When she dumped him ontop of her bed, his grimace was more than apparent. He couldn't help it -- it was like she didn't even give a damn, which she might not have anyways, but then why would she help him in the first place? He narrowed his eyes at her slightly, a scowl playing at his lips. "Ow much" he snapped, voice cracking. "I slept with the wrong guys boyfriend. Not my fault, damn whore didn't tell me he had a boyfriend, not that it would have mattered anyways..." he hissed as she pulled the pebbles from his cuts and gashes, turning his head away from it, feeling queasy from all the blood. [/div] [/center] [/div] are you opposed to having fun [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by jasey marie simmons on Nov 11, 2012 9:29:59 GMT -5
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pulled away before your time Well damn, her back hurt now. It's not that Ren was heavy. As far as guys went it he wasn't very big at all. It was more that Jasey was a freaking weakling, and a bit of a baby. But hey, she was pretty damn impressed with herself for getting him back to her place, though she was sure that was a sight for people walking along the sidewalks to see. This petite blonde carrying this bloodied boy on her back... sort of, anyway. She had tried to lay the boy out as careful as possible on her bed. But hell, she was just ready to get him down so her lack of muscles could take a rest.
She narrowed her eyes at the boy when he got sassy and said 'Oh much', "I'd watch yourself Ren. I'm the one with the tweezers. I'm also the one tending to your wounds. I wouldn't piss me off." she said, going to work on his wounds. Smirking slightly as he explained why he was beaten up by the guy, Jasey shook her head. "You must have really pissed him off. I don't think he would have stopped until he thought you were dead... maybe not even then." It was crazy how emotional some people got, though granted she'd have been pissed if Micah was sleeping around with someone else too. Not enough to beat the shit out of the girl, but still.
Damn boy. You are a mess. Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital. I'm far from a doctor or a nurse. She asked, adding though I do have a nurses outfit." with a smirk. She dug through the first aid kit, grabbing some of the gauze to start wrapping around some of the wounds. "You need to take your shirt off... and I say this in the least provocative way possible. But seriously. I can't tend to your other wounds with it in the way. I'm going to go get you pain meds." she said, scooting herself off the bed and into her kitchen.
Running the sink water, she filled up a cup and dug through a cabinet for some Tylenol or whatever she could find. Advil.. .well, that would have to do, wouldn't it? Shaking two out in her palm, she grabbed the cup and brought it back into her bedroom. "Here, take this. It should help ease some of the pain. But if you want the good stuff, you have to go to the hospital."
ZACH as REN words;450. outfit; here. status;done notes; It's okay to kill me. This sucked ass. ELLE LIKE COOL of ESM |
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