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Post by Trevor Ramirez on Sept 23, 2009 2:56:42 GMT
Trevor groaned as he fell into a chair. He was so tired! He felt miserable. That shot was suspposed to help him! And now he feels worse! That doesn't make any sense! He curled up into the chair and tried to go to sleep. He had barely been to sleep in a week. And it was getting to him. Deep circles under his eyes and he had lost some weight. He point blank refused to satisfy the want for blood. It was driving him crazy though. Just the want for it...it was so intense. He had even gone to the extremes of biting himself just so he wouldnt' attack anyone on the way out here. He had isolated himself. He had no other choice. He didn't want to hurt anyone. Tears stung the corner of his eyes as he thought of his parents and his brother. He was convicned that he was either going to be stuck here the rest of his life or he was going to die. Either way, it didn't look good for him. Trevor's head slowly lifted up as he heard something-or thought he did-coming in. Trevor just groaned msierably as his head hit the arm of the chair again. He had no energy to fight back...so if it was a higher level...he was just going to let them rip him apart. He didn't care anymore. Death seemed better at this point then this misary. He just laid there waiting for the other...
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Post by Sari on Sept 23, 2009 3:12:20 GMT
Sari slips slowly into the library and looks around. She mumbles a word and a little blob of blue electricity appears in front of her, lighting up the dark place. She sees a man laying lifelessly in a chair. "Hello?" she says, walking slowly towards him. He's an infected, she can see that by the Rico uniform, but she doesn't know his level. If he's level three or higher, he could be very dangerous. She sees that it's the man who was talking in spanish earlier when she was there and scowls. she is fluent in many languages, but spanish isn't one of them. "Hola?" (hello?) she says, using what little grasp of spanish she has to try and converse with the poor guy.
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Post by Trevor Ramirez on Sept 23, 2009 3:27:39 GMT
Before the women spoke, Trevor knew she was there. The overpowering sickening sweet smell hit his nose hard. He just shook his head weakly refusing to look up at her. 'No! I can't do that!' he yelled at hismelf willing himself not to attack her. His fists clenched together as a blinding pain shot thorugh his head. Oh shit! He totally forgot about his epilepsy. Oh god! Not now! He took in several deep, ragged breaths. He calmed down-although just slightly-as he realized that he wasn't going have a siezure. That was at least one piece of good news! Oh who was he kidding?! Good news?! Please! "Aléjate de mí!" Get away from me! he yelped wincing as another pain shot through his head. He could hear the voice in his mind hissing at him, 'You know you want to. Come on! Do it! You'll feel so much better...' Trevor just chomped down onto his own wrist as tears flooded down his face. The crimson red liquid dripped off of his hand as it flowed into his mouth. He looked away from the other in shame. He didn't even want to see her reaction to him...he was a monster!
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Post by Sari on Sept 23, 2009 3:39:18 GMT
Sari gasps as the man bites his own wrist to avoid attacking her. So he is dangerous. 'Dammit Sari, remember! You had spanish lessons!' she shouts in her mind. "¿estás bien?" (are you okay) she asks haltingly. "Soy un curandero." (i'm a healer) She has applied to join rico, but she hasn't gotten the yay or nay yet.
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Post by Trevor Ramirez on Sept 23, 2009 4:16:00 GMT
Trevor just shook his head. No! He was not okay! He was the farthest from being okay then he had ever been in his life! He swallowed begrudingly. The blood held a soothing swweet taste to it. He just fell back into the chair. Blood still dripping down his hand on off his fingers. He just sook his head. No. There was nothing she could do for him. Not unless she could cure this. And if the first "cure" meant anything, then he wasn't holding high hopes for them to ever find one either. Then he thought of something. But would she do it? Would she even understand him? He could tell she didn't know much Spanish but the choppy way she ahd spoken it earlier. Still...he had to try though. He looked back up at her eyes pleading with her, "Por favor ... me mata." Please...kill me. he asked her. That was all he asked. "Por favor." Please. he added as he slumped back down into the chair having no energy left to hold hismelf up...
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Post by Sari on Sept 23, 2009 21:00:15 GMT
Sari scowls as she slowly translates what he says. "soy un sanador, no un asesino," (i'm a healer, not a killer) she says softly. She rubs his back as her spanish lessons come back to her. "Me gustaría poder ayudar a.
pero mi capacidad de curación no está teniendo un efecto contra esta enfermedad." (i wish i could help. but my healing ability isn't having an effect against this disease.)
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Post by Trevor Ramirez on Sept 23, 2009 22:48:22 GMT
Trevor just scoffed. He figured she would say something like that. She didn't look like she could kill someone. He just laid curled up in the chair his mouth over the bite wound in his wrist. Small white scras showed that he had done that before. He had tto...he refused to hurt anyone else becuase of this. He felt her fingers messaging the tense muscles in his back and groaned. Oh that felt good! He nodded begrudingly-though he understood-as she spoke. He wished she could help him too. "Gracias. Eso se siente bien." Thanks. That feels good. he whispered as he smacked his lips. He gulped heavily swallowed the blood in his mouth feeling completely and utterly disgusted with himself. This was so wrong!
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