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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 6:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 7:54 pm
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Reed de Févin"You were my everything."The heat finally getting to him, Reed pulled a thin rubber band from a pocket in his vest and pulled his white hair back into a small ponytail. He glanced over, expecting that smug arrogance to be displayed on Alan's face in the form of a tight frown, but instead he a shell of a man. The scientist looked terrible. He was three shades pale and looked like he would hurl at any moment. Pursing his lips while going through his options, Reed settled with what was least embarrassing and put a hand on the smaller man's back. "Come on, the bathroom's not far from here." he said gently and walked him to said restrooms, which were just a few paces away. There were a couple people in there, one in for the same reason as Alan and the other using the restroom for it's natural purpose. Both were in their stalls and didn't make any attempt to make conversation with the others inside, both just wanting to get on with their lives and make the best of the rest of their day. Because they wouldn't mind the reason he was here, Reed opened one of the stalls and ushered Alan inside. "It'll be easier to let it out then hold it in for the rest of the day." he advised and rubbed the man's back like a mother would when her child's sick."Your music will live on."
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 9:59 pm
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☸ Alan Brandt ☸
"The science of it all is simple."
Alan didn't really process what was happening, his brain still struggling to regain its balance. He didn't even really understand anything until he was bent over a toilet, one comforting hand that didn't belong to him on his back. The scientist made a small sound in protest, grumbling. "Get your hands off of me," he half-heartedly grunted before his stomach finally landed upright and whatever was in his stomach previous shot up and out. He paled in disgust as he vomited, one hand trying to keep his hair from his face and the other reaching for Reed's shirt and holding him in place. One everything was out of his stomach, including enough stomach acid to dissolve a small tub, the physicist finally stopped, grabbing at the toilet paper roll and dabbing his mouth with what he'd managed to rip off. He wiped away what was on his mouth, closing his eyes as a headache appeared partially leaning on Reed. "My head hurts," he groaned, wincing.
"The numbers never lie."
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 11:15 pm
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☸ Alan Brandt ☸
"The science of it all is simple."
Still firmly clutching Reed's side, the reluctant teacher opened his green eyes and looked over to the menu, flinching at the painful light of the sun. He brightened, however, at the offer of a particular food, and returned his gaze to the much taller man beside him. "Funnel cake," he said simply, thick voice slightly pathetic and more childish than he ever wanted it to be. His hand gripped tighter just a bit, the other one on Reed's back loosening just a bit. "Pl-please," Alan added, although he practically had to force it out, using it so little that he'd almost forgotten about it.
"The numbers never lie."
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 11:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 9:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 10:19 pm
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☸ Alan Brandt ☸
"The science of it all is simple."
"I don't like amusement parks!" he finally cried, although his head started hurting once more, pounding against his skull. "There's so many people, there's no privacy, the food is usually terrible, the rides are scary and the Ferris Wheel almost always breaks down when I'm on it. I'm afraid of roller coasters and I don't like crowds because every time I'm in one, someone gets handsy and what's more, whenever the person I'm with wants to go on rides, I'm too scared to go on the rides they want to go on and I'm stuck all by myself and I don't wanna be alone!" Slouching, the small male angrily squinted his eyes as he glared at his lap, hot tears rising and starting to drip onto his coat that was already making him sweaty and hot. Reed should've just left him alone in his lab.
"The numbers never lie."
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 10:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 10:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 10:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 11:04 pm
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