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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 22, 2010 16:55:14 GMT -5
"Should I tell them what I saw?" Ariel asked. "He was bad...he looked like he'd barely make it out of the Shack." If he was that bad, then the two needed to know before anything serious happened. Maybe if he did something to help it would make up, at least a little, for what he had done. He knew it couldn't erase it, but maybe it could help.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 22, 2010 17:17:03 GMT -5
Markise's brows drew together a moment as he tried to think. "If you could make them listen," he said. "I can't. Quinn thinks all he needs is a hug and Jory thinks Lyric hates him for sh~s and grins." All Quinn wanted was another outfit to impress the guy, and all Jory wanted was validation. One was a lot easier to provide than the other. He wouldn't begin to think of himself as a relationship expert.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 22, 2010 17:38:57 GMT -5
Maybe if they knew how bad he had been they would see why they shouldn't be with that guy or worry about him. "It wouldn't hurt to try, would it?" Ariel could turn what he had almost done into something good. He could redeem just a little bit of himself. "If they listen, then something good happened, right?" And if they didn't, then at least they knew a little more then they had known.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 22, 2010 20:04:16 GMT -5
Markise nodded. Yeah, Ariel could try, and if nothing else, maybe it would remind him why he'd wanted out of that life to begin with. He hadn't been happy, he'd told Markise as much, he'd just felt trapped or wanted to see how badly he could screw up and live through it or something. "Do you want to hunt them down, or what?" he asked, letting the hum of the sewing machine begin to distract him.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 22, 2010 20:14:48 GMT -5
Ariel shrugged and watched the movements of the machine and Markise's hands. "I don't know," he said. "I wouldn't know where to find them." Besides, he wasn't at the castle enough outside of class to search for them or even begin to know where to look. "Won't they show up here sometime?" It seemed okay to expect them to come again.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 22, 2010 20:20:22 GMT -5
Markise paused long enough to shrug. "They've only come in a few times," he said, "and I pissed Jory off. I don't know how much money Quinn has, and when she comes in, it's to buy clothes." They talked, but so far she'd been buying clothes, and lately they'd been to impress an apparent drug dealer. He didn't like that at all, and his lips pressed tightly together. "I'm not groveling to Jory by owl to get him in here." And he wouldn't grovel once he'd arrived, either.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 22, 2010 20:46:27 GMT -5
Ariel was silent for a few moments as he looked for somewhere to sit, finally finding something at least stable enough for him to lean back against as he sat on the floor. He ran his hands through his hair and crossed his legs, then his arms. "Why the hell did I have to run into him?" he asked, his words softer and slower than they had been before. "Why not you? Or...I don't even care who, just so long as it wasn't me."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 22, 2010 21:13:18 GMT -5
Markise blinked at Ariel's words, and he nearly said not to worry about it, that they'd stick together until they could figure something out. It sounded lame to his ears, though. He tried to think as he wound his stitches around in small arcs, following the penciled pattern he'd drawn out. "Do you think I'd have recognized the stuff he had?" he asked. Most of what he remembered from Ariel, if he had forced himself to think about it, was the empty look in his eyes and the feel of everything dropping out from beneath him.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 22, 2010 21:19:10 GMT -5
"I don't know." Ariel didn't know how much contact Markise had had with the actual implements and drugs themselves. "It'd have been hard not to figure out what it was, though. He was shaking so bad." He stared across the room at nothing in particular as the image of Lyric fixed itself in his mind. "I wonder if I looked as bad as he did." He didn't think he had, but maybe he was wrong. After seeing Lyric it seemed likely that he had just tricked himself into believing he had kept his appearance in any form of control, and if even that was a lie, then how much else had he lied to himself about?
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 22, 2010 21:32:06 GMT -5
Markise couldn't say, but his guess would be yes. He'd known what Ariel was doing and still told him to use some eye drops. No, he'd only known part of it then. How long had it been going on when they ran into each other in the clubs again? He didn't want to know. He didn't want to think about it. That was the part of clubbing he wished he could forget had ever happened.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 22, 2010 21:43:37 GMT -5
When Markise didn't say anything Ariel's eyes focused and moved over to him. He could understand not wanting to talk about it, but did it really do either of them any good? However much he hated thinking about it, he couldn't help but wonder if it would be a good thing. What little they had said about it barely amounted to anything. After a few moments, he stood again, intending to head upstairs. He had wanted to stay by Markise after the encounter, but right now that just seemed like it would be worse, they were so close to getting tense again.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 22, 2010 21:50:46 GMT -5
Markise hadn't been getting upset at Ariel, he'd been trying to focus on something else. They'd yelled and talked and discussed Ariel's problems so many times, in so many ways, over such a long time that he couldn't think of anything else to say about it, and especially not so soon after it was brought up. Especially when there were so many more people involved this time than just them.
He paused in his sewing again to look aside at Ariel, but when Ariel went silent, it was normally the end of things. Ariel liked to have his time to think. "I can close shop early tonight," he offered. He'd been hoping to finish half the back of his vest today, but if Ariel wanted him... But then, hadn't he gone to the Shrieking Shack to be alone? "Or I could keep the Wireless down if you want some quiet."
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 22, 2010 22:00:56 GMT -5
Ariel wouldn't mind the chance to talk about things now, when it had been so long and, for the most part, things were going good. He didn't push for it. Instead, he stepped behind Markise and stooped, sliding his arms around Markise again. "I want to be with you," he said. "Maybe laugh some." He hadn't laughed in too long, and he missed it. Who could have thought that he would be so used to laughing that he would miss it?
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 22, 2010 22:28:46 GMT -5
Markise's lips curved, and he let his sewing go to shift back a bit against Ariel. "I don't know," he teased, "I've got so much homework I don't think I have time." An obvious lie, considering what he'd been doing instead. "I'll close the shop," he said under his breath. He didn't know how he'd manage it, but it was something to do, and more fun than anything else he had planned.
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