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Post by VIRGIL MARION on Mar 23, 2015 0:30:25 GMT
everything is pounding, loud, it hurts against your ears, but you're good at dealing with pain. back corner, seated away from the dance-floor but you can still see it. your phone discarded, and all your- ah wait, who are they again? doesn't matter. take a swing, laugh at their jokes, and then they'll buy the next round. take selfies, videos, post on your blog, tag them, tweet them, make a scene on social media and make it known:
virgil marion was seen with person x, y and z and then pop that pill they give you like all the others you've done so many times.
now you're gone, head in the clouds, colours fading in and out, laughter echoing, and then your phone is in your hands. one of the guys slur, take a selfie with me. you say no, your face isn't nice enough. too many drunk punches later your is wrapped up in your jacket, a little bruised, a little battered, but the guy is worse.
you attempt to press the button on your phone, but they're blurry, you're blurry and you're walking in shaky steps as the phone rings. someone picks up, "hey yeah, so, i got beat up, tonight. what a surprise right!" sarcasm slurs in your words. you've been waiting for someone to do it, honestly. waiting for someone to put you in your place, but it's not real. this isn't real, the feeling behind it isn't real. you want something real. "and, i'm walking home now, okay? yeah, i'll try not to die. wait, can you pick me up? no wait, never mind. it's late, work, sorry. yeah, sorry, bye."
you pause, almost slips out 'i love you' but don't. drunk thoughts are repressed sober ones, but you're not drunk enough for that. you feel like you've been walking forever, but when you sit you're not far from the door. you drop your head in your hands and close your eyes, and hope that maybe someone will mug you.
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Post by ISA KRISTOFF on Mar 23, 2015 1:16:08 GMT
virgil asks if he wants to go out - isa answers with clipped refusal, and virgil doesn't ask again. isa's already been through every club in flandres, and he can't find the motivation to go out as often as he once did. maybe because he's clean. maybe because he's older. maybe just because. he doesn't really worry about virgil and he doesn't wait with baited breath for him to come home. he's not sure what to expect when his phone is ringing across the room. he picks it up at his leisure, almost misses the call. "virgil?" it's not loud enough that he's still in the club, and isa presses his lips together, silent, expecting some sort of grandiose story but getting only a simplified retelling. before he can ask where he is, virgil hangs up. but he's not hard to find - all his updates stop short about half an hour ago. he doesn't really worry about virgil, but he'll do him small kindnesses (as if to make up for his sizeable wrongs). he texts him (stay where you are), and pulls up by the club's curb fifteen minutes later, honking to get virgil's attention. VIRGIL MARION |
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Post by VIRGIL MARION on Mar 23, 2015 2:19:14 GMT
his phone vibrates next to him on the pavement and for once he doesn't check it immediately. he just sits, head in his hands, eyes closed, but he can still see the colours flickering, his head hurts. what did he take? he doesn't know, he's so far gone the minutes fly by like seconds and then he hears a car honk.
his body jumps, he's still out of it. his hand flies to his phone and he stands, slowly. the car is familiar, he walks with shaky feet, blooding rushing to his head, aches killing his thought process. he doesn't even look before he gets in, backseat door is open carefully and shut quietly as he can. he's face first across the backseat and doesn't bother with a seatbelt. he shifts onto his back, stares at the ceiling.
the car is comfortable, comforting, familiar. "has the messiah come to take me home," he says almost seriously, then he laughs. this is closest to god he'll ever be, he thinks as his stomach starts to churn.
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Post by ISA KRISTOFF on Mar 23, 2015 3:51:09 GMT
he watches virgil, he doesn't move for a moment, the slowly unfurls from the sidewalk. isa cuts to the lowbeams and rests a hand on the wheel, watching his shaky steps. he's fucked up, isa thinks, glancing back over his shoulder as he gets in. in the dark of the car, he can't make out much but the strange intonation. "drink this." he says, his tone is icy but his intentions are good, passing back a water bottle. "you okay?"VIRGIL MARION |
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Post by VIRGIL MARION on Mar 23, 2015 4:26:49 GMT
shaky hands take the water bottle before sitting up. he takes a sip, but it doesn't sit well in his stomach so he stops. his stomach just churns and churns, his headache gets worse, the colours move on more rapid directions and things are not as they seem. "yeah, i'm fine, i think, maybe. probably not, shit, uh yeah." his hand grips tighter on the water bottle.
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Post by ISA KRISTOFF on Mar 23, 2015 4:55:35 GMT
virgil sits up, and isa watches through the rearview mirror. he's shaking, and isa has the urge to reach back and steady him, but virgil's not a child, neither does he need to be chided. he's sober, but hardly superior for it. the best thing he can offer is silence, to let the ripple calm. his expression is impassive but his concern is clear. isa rolls down the windows, lets the cool air in and dangles an arm out. his other hand rests on the gear shift. he rewords his question. "do you need to go the hospital?" VIRGIL MARION |
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Post by VIRGIL MARION on Mar 23, 2015 5:17:45 GMT
virgil shakes his head, but then the world shakes and one hand goes to steady his head. but he has flashes of white. white walls, a white ceiling, white beddings, that heaven was fake, that prophet was fake, everything is fake. he can't take it, he doesn't want it."no, no, i'm- i'm fine. don't worry. it's fine, it doesn't matter." yeah, do what you're good at virgil. acting like everything is alright. it's what he's built for, mind and body, act like nothing is wrong.
he's so busy acting like everything is normal he doesn't notice the bile building up until it's almost too late. he rushes, pushes the car door open and empties the pit of his stomach onto the sidewalk. the burning sensation in his throat makes him want to cry, but he doesn't. he wants to pass out and never wake up, but he doesn't. he wants to break down and freak out because there's still an aftermath to deal with, but he doesn't.
instead he wipes mouth with the back of his sleeve, rinses his mouth with water before spitting it onto the sidewalk and then takes a long drink before closing the car door. he's got this crooked smile on his face, but he's not meeting isa's gaze. "see, i'm fine." his stomach still churns, head still hurts, and vision is still fucked. but he's got an empty stomach now. he supposes it's better than nothing.
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Post by ISA KRISTOFF on Mar 24, 2015 2:31:02 GMT
if he can sit himself up and talk, isa figures he'll be alright. he's probably had worse. he sets the car into drive before virgil can finish his sentence, and he keeps his foot on the brake until he's done puking. he keeps the engine running, but it doesn't do much to muffle the retching. he takes him home, keeps the windows open. isa is tired and virgil is high, they both need the wind cutting through the car. isa's hands are numb, his skin rippled in gooseflesh, he barely feels it. it's almost lulling, the cold. VIRGIL MARION |
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Post by VIRGIL MARION on Mar 24, 2015 3:28:44 GMT
the windows are down and he can smell the fresh air but, fuck, he's still got a churning stomach and a pounding head. the car is moving, and he's moving with it, and it's just making t worse. "wait, wait, wait." he says, but he doesn't listen to his own words. he shifts in his seat, puts a hand on the and pulls it open while they're moving. he doesn't even half of what he's doing by the time he's hit with the wind coming through the door.
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Post by ISA KRISTOFF on Mar 24, 2015 4:01:59 GMT
the roads are empty, he's barely thinking and sitting in autopilot. if he lets himself think, it's about virgil being fucking irresponsible, it's about himself being a hypocrite. it's easier when he can only hear the rush of air, in this witching hour where every thought casts a black shadow. isa can't quite remember when he hit the brakes or swerved, or bumping over the kerb. he's driving one minute and sitting in the front seat the next, staring at the way the light is reflecting on the crumpled hood of his car. he focuses on the way it's crumpled like tin foil and glittering rather prettily in the light of the lamppost he ran into. he can't look away, he can't bring himself to move, because concentrating on stillness is the only thing to keep him calm. "virgil." he snaps, half concerned and half furious. VIRGIL MARION |
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