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Post by Kristopher Roberts on May 19, 2010 22:12:55 GMT -5
The time was 2am and dorm number three was silent for a change. Kristopher Roberts was sleeping, cuddling with his lover in his bed. The blond was resting against his shoulder and an arm about Augusta's hip. The night was nothing but peaceful, a rare thing for this loving couple especially from the recent events.
However, this peaceful silence was about to end as Kender, Kristophers pet scottish fold, was on the late night prowl as most cats where. The tiny kitten was meowing softly and stalking what look to be a tiny mouse. Kender jumped here and there and failed at catching the mouse then soon was distracted by dust specks that could be seen through the moonlight coming in through the windows.
These specs led the feline to the sleeping forms of Augusta and Kristopher. The feline yawned and jumped into the bed, walking around for a moment. That was until the fold saw the specs again. With large black eyes the feline jumped and swatted at the dust. He was having a blast, that is until the feline hit a piece of dust and his claws racked across Augusta's exposed shoulder twice.
But the feline didn't stop playing on the bed, he had no idea he was scratching Augusta's shoulder. But when Augusta would stir, he was pretty sure he would know he had woken up the human he would mentally dub as : Satan.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on May 19, 2010 22:27:21 GMT -5
Augusta had been defeated by current events. With Corvus barging into his life, plus Jouhnin being his usual needy self. With Kris and Augy just getting back together from a horrible break-up. With the Rebellion and having to lead it without getting caught. It was all very difficult for one person to try and deal with, especially one who isn't always mentally stable. But unlike most nights, Augusta actually got to fall asleep with his warm embrace around his beloved blond. It was a bit hot, so he lacked a shirt and therefor gave the cat the shoulder to scratch. But as he was sleeping and the 'little beast' as he called it, he had a hand on Kris and the other hanging off the bed just slightly.
But soon he felt a sharp pain run up his neck, then again. He stirred slightly since his pain tolerance was pretty high. Then finally he woke up to a large set of cat-eyes. Suddenly his anger boiled over. This cat had dubbed him as a scratching post as soon as he was let out of the box he came home in. Augusta then suddenly realized the pain the furry being was causing him and he failed about with a loud scream on anger and pain. There was much cursing as Augusta, in his literally blind fury, grabbed the cat by the scruff and promptly tossed him across the room. The small cat meeting the white wall very quickly.
After disposing of the cat he scooted across the bed and grabbed his glasses. He panted lightly and restored his vision as he looked over at the probably scared-as-hell Kristopher.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on May 19, 2010 23:11:07 GMT -5
If anything, Kristopher was more frigtened then shocked by suddenly being woken up by screaming rage. At frist, he thought he and Augusta whre being attacked by some insane boogies...or by Jou and Naelona once again. But as he opened his green eye(s) and sat up in bed as if he had been shocked, he looked up and around. He saw no boogies. Thank god.
But what he did see was his sweet feline being throwen into the white walls. Shocked, he looked at Augusta and then to the cat, "Augusta!" He yelled and quickly moved out of the sheets and picked up the kitten in his arms. Holding the felind securly, but carefully. "Why did you throw the cat! Don't throw him! You could of really hurt him!" The blond scolded.
The blond was rather ticked to see his cat being made into a cat plane and crashing. He pressed his thin lips together and glared at Augusta, not knowing he had just got his shoulder clawed to hell. But even if he did, he still would of not been happy.
"Apologize to Kender! And Don't throw him again!"
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on May 19, 2010 23:21:36 GMT -5
Augusta sat there and looked at Kris who immediately screamed his name. He then remembered his shoulder, his right hand traveled across his chest and held his left shoulder. He then pulled his hand away as Kris was picking up his cat. His chest stung and he looked at his blood-stained hand. That was when Kris opened his mouth.
"Why did you throw the cat! Don't throw him! You could of really hurt him!"
Augusta frowned deeply. " have you seen my shoulder lately!?" he yelled at Kris. He threw the sheets around in a fury and stood up, standing a couple feet away from Kris and showing off the 8 new slices in his shoulder. He showed kris his palm, " Good!! He hurt me!!!" he yelled. He then turned away and grumbled darkly as he held his hand to his shoulder.
"Apologize to Kender! And Don't throw him again!"
With those words he felt something inside him snap. Like there was a bridge inside his head and with all this stress, his bridge suddenly broke in the middle and everything crashed into the river of wrath. He turned on his heels, his face was beyond dark. If one didn't know better, they would say he almost looked like a Boogie himself. "YOU CARE MORE ABOUT THE DAMNED CAT THEN YOU DO ME!!!" he said and with three long strides he pinned Kristopher against the wall with more force then expected. He ripped the cat out of Kris's hands.
" You want me to apologize to a fucking cat!!?? IT scratched ME!!! I'M THE ONE WHO'S HURT!!" He shook the small animal before dropping it on the floor. " God dam---"
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on May 19, 2010 23:34:47 GMT -5
" have you seen my shoulder lately!? Good!! He hurt me!!!"
Kristopher blinked a few times as he held the kitten in his arms, the said feline was hissing at Augusta right about now. His folded ears moving to the back of its tiny head as most felines did when someone decided to kick them around. But the blond's facial experssion softened some, some due to the fact he was being yelled at. If he wasn't being yelled at he might of gave a bit more effort in caring.
"Did you roll on him? I'm sure he didn't mean to scratch you, Augusta." The blond said softly but with a stern voice. He didn't like seeing Augusta hurt but he didn't like see the cat flung across the room either! He finally got his fucking cat and he wasn't about to let someone abuse his gift, even if it was Augusta.
"YOU CARE MORE ABOUT THE DAMNED CAT THEN YOU DO ME!!!"
His brow twitched, "I DO NOT!" he retorted like a child and yet held the cat in his arms still. He looked at Augusta just as darkly, but his face reflected hurt. "And stop yelling at me!" He added in as Augusta was approaching him quickly.
" You want me to apologize to a fucking cat!!?? IT scratched ME!!! I'M THE ONE WHO'S HURT!!"
The blond stumbled back into the wall slightly, but he wasn't hurt, just taken slightly off guard and shocked a bit at the force, Kris didn't like it. He looked his lover in the face as he yelled still. The blond was chewing on his lower lip until his feline was ripped from his arms. The blond protested, "Stop shaking him!" The blond snapped and soon enough Augusta dropped the feline who then promptly darted away quickly.
Kristopher didn't move, he was tempted to slap Augusta for being rough with Kender and himself. But he didn't, he just stared.
"God damnit is right!"
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on May 19, 2010 23:52:22 GMT -5
"Stop shaking him!"
Augusta watched the cat dart off. He wanted to calm down but something had been cracked for a long time and now the crack was a canyon. He could feel the anger boiling up and he needed a way to release it.
Normally this is when he would take out his anger on a Boogie. He would get in a bit of a fight and then he'd be clam again but right now all he had was the wall and Kris. He lifted his hand as if he was going to strike Kris, but instead slammed his hand into the wall with a yell. His hand cracked through the plaster before hitting a wooden support beam. His hand was mid-arms depth into the wall before he yanked his arm out.
Looking at Kris again he scowled, " IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT THE CAT!! " he yelled, " I'M REALLY REGRETTING GETTING YOU THE LITTLE MONSTER!!" he continued. " IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT KENDER, NOBODY CARES ABOUT ME ANYMORE!!" He yelled again, then, against all odds, Augusta actually intentionally tried to hurt Kris. He grabbed the blond by the shoulders and threw him to the floor, then he sat on top of him, about to punch him if he felt like it.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on May 20, 2010 0:12:52 GMT -5
The blond jumped as soon as the fist was raised, at frist he thought he was going to be hit but instead Augusta hit the wall with his fist. Maybe they should invest in a punching bag...or ten. But that was beyond the matter at hand at the moment. There was a hole in the wall near Kristopher and that set the blond on edge.
He never took violence well, especially towards him.
"What the flying fuck are you doing?!" The blond yelled even though his voice wavered for a moment, his green eye looking at the fist that could of connected to his head or any other body part that could of been in the way. That much force would of broken something, he was sure of it...
But the blond's jaw tightened and forgetting his own fear for a moment and put his hands on Augusta chest and shoved him away, or at least he tried too, wanting space. "WILL YOU STOP HITTING SHIT!?" He declared, however his own words where blocked out by Augustas shouting.
" IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT THE CAT!! " he yelled, " I'M REALLY REGRETTING GETTING YOU THE LITTLE MONSTER!!" he continued. " IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT KENDER, NOBODY CARES ABOUT ME ANYMORE!!"
"IT'S NOT ABOUT KENDER ALL THE TIME! FORGIVE ME FOR WANTING TO TAKE CARE OF HIM!" He yelled, "AND STOP SAYING NONESENSE AND YELLING AT ME YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" He pushed back on Augusta again to move him away and leave the room. But that didn't happen, Augusta had grabbed his shoulder and before he could say or do anything he was on the floor.
Kristopher soon realized that their wooden floor hurt like hell, but he didn't care at the moment as Augusta sat on him looking like he was about to punch the daylights out if the blond. But Kristopher wasn't going to have that. He raised his arms, hands on Augusta's chest, he tried to shove the hold male off his form. Granted, it wouldn't actually move him, Kristopher never had much upper body strength.
"GET THE HELL OFF!"
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on May 20, 2010 0:24:01 GMT -5
Augusta didn't hear Kris's voice anymore. Everything right now was clouded over with anger. Anger about himself, about Corvus and Jouhnin and the cat and how he rarely got to see Kristopher anymore with Boogie calling him here and there. His wrath nearly consumed him and he would have struck the blond as he sat on top of him. But his hand was in a fist and sat in the air. He couldn't feel Kris's hands on his chest and he couldn't hear what kris was saying. But his hands shook.
He felt like he was 4 again. It all flooded back, he couldn't even stop it. The pressure of being rich and smart, the pressure of being a brother, the pressure of his mother, then the pressure of being a slave and now the pressure of being jealous and in love. He couldn't handle it anymore and he almost hurt the thing he cared about most. He would never forgive himself for his. But as his hands shook he let his fist drop to his side. He felt the energy seeping out of him and the pain in his shoulder returned, and now the pain in his hand.
His whole face turned from angry to completely lack of emotion. He had too much on his plate, he could barely tell right from left anymore. Jouhnin was breathing down his neck, Corvus was touching things that weren't his, he was coming home late, and so was Kristopher. This life was going to eventually kill him and he knew it. Augusta looked down at the blond he had hurt and looked like he was going to cry. " God... Kris I'm sorry..." he said softly, he had switched from angry to depressed in nearly seconds.
The dark-haired man slowly got off Kris and sat on the wood floor, " I'm so sorry..." he muttered and used the wall to get up, streaking the white wall with red. He walked to the door and tried to go out into the hall but stumbled and fell into the hall instead. He lost all energy then, he was too tired and in too much pain to care about walking...
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on May 20, 2010 0:39:34 GMT -5
For a moment, he was beginning to question his lovers mind state and if he really would take that strong hand and strike out. The blond's hands clang to the older man's shirt for a while, bracing himself in case he did get a knuckle sandwich.
However, it didn't come to that, he felt Augusta starting to relax or at least as much as one person can when raging and going into a depression. Wonderful. "A-Augusta..." he managed to say in a rough voice as the fist Augy made finally relaxed and then the boy looked as if he was about to die from all of this..
" God... Kris I'm sorry..."
God, he rather deal with a punch to the face then an emo lover. But he didn't say anything. The blond was still pissed even though he was now concerned at the same time. Once Augusta removed his body from Kristophers, the boy slowly rolled over to his side, back turned and not looking at his lover. His back hurt, and his shoulders from hitting the hard floor.
He didn't listen to the apology but instead spoke, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He inquired softly but there was still a bite to his words. He really had no idea what he was going to do with him. He wanted to go over and help Augusta so badly but at the same time he wanted to leave him there to rot in the hall.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on May 20, 2010 0:52:28 GMT -5
Augusta laid in the middle of the hallway on his stomach. He let his face turn towards Kris as the rest of his body lay limp. He watched as Kris rolled over and began to give him the silent treatment. He felt a bit numb now after he released all that energy. He was exhausted, he spent too much on one silly little cat. He hated that cat though, he hated all cats.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Augusta closed his eyes and let out a sigh. He reached up slowly with his good hand and pulled off his glasses, discarding them wherever. " That's a good question..." he said as he started to leave stains on the floor.
He really didn't understand why he was so angry. " I just... something snapped... I... I don't know..." he tried to come up with something but he couldn't. " I'm just damaged I guess..." he said softly and slowly and painfully rolled over on to his back, staring blindly at the white ceiling. He could barely see without his glasses, and right now, he could care less.
" I'm sorry... that was... completely uncalled for..." he said and lifted his now cut, bruised and bleeding hand. He then let it fall back down onto the floor, which hurt like hell, but he didn't voice his suffering. " I'm a monster..." he said to himself, " Can't even control my anger... maybe Kyle was right..." he said softly, " maybe I am dangerous..."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on May 20, 2010 1:03:17 GMT -5
" That's a good question...I just... something snapped... I... I don't know..."
"Yeah, you're something alright. I just don't know what right now." The blond remarked as he sat up and ran a hand down his face, touching the eye patch that hid his ruined eye from the world. Feeling disgusted by the mere touch of the eye patch he lowered his hand and slowly pushed himself up into a standing position.
He said no more for the time being as Augusta just laid in the middle of the hallway and bleeding. Then again, that was pretty damn common even if beyond a fight like this...which wasn't so much as a fight but a very bad argument. However, the blond walked slowly back to his bed but did not get in.
He bent down and dug around for a moment under it and once he found what he needed, he turned on his heels. He walked up to Augusta but did not come within ten feet of him. Instead, he tossed down the small med kit he kept and let it land near Augusta's hand.
"You can fix yourself tonight." His voice was tired and week. His back was hurting still and all he wanted to do was lay back down and so he did. He left his door open and wondered back into the bed and laid down on his stomach, letting his feet hang over the bed as he laided their at an angle.
He wasn't going to argue with the Frenchman let alone try to correct his thinking. He didn't feel up to it.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on May 20, 2010 1:13:32 GMT -5
Augusta laid there, he didn't have much energy. He knew he'd really fucked up this time that's for sure. He wanted to say something to Kris. But 'sorry' wasn't going to cut it anymore, not this time. And crying would just make it worse. Which is what he wanted to do now, but he didn't. This was so stressful. But he wanted this silence to go away. He'd rather have Kris yelling at him, then silent like this. He hated silence, it was the one thing he hated more then cats. Because he hated the silent arguments, were everyone is angry but nobody says a word.
"You can fix yourself tonight."
Augusta felt the bag fall near his hand. He knew what it was even though he couldn't see it. He then sat up slowly, put his glasses back on and sighed. He watched Kris get back into the bed and looked around. He then slowly and with much effort stood up. He then wandered around Room 3 looking for something. Suddenly there was hissing, then Augusta spoke. " Alright, alright... I'm sorry for throwing you... but you need to learn that I'm NOT your personal scratching post!" he said but the hissing continued.
Then Augusta walked into Kris's room and lightly dropped the cat down on the bed, he turned and left the room, softly closing the door behind him. He then looked down at the kit and picked it up. He walked to the make-shift couch and flicked on a lamp. He opened the kit and set it over to the side. Augusta put his face in his hands and tried not to cry. Which was pretty hardfor a guy like him...
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on May 20, 2010 1:26:47 GMT -5
Kristopher didn't care too much for the rest of the night, not even when Augusta came into his room to dump his cat into the bed. He waited until Augusta left before reaching out and dragging the cat over to him, petting it's head softly. The blond eventually went to sleep, however it wasn't a very restful one at all.
No, the blond ended up waking up every other hour and so his sleep was cut in half. He blamed that on Augusta. So, at around seven in the morning, the blond got up. He didn't bother getting dressed, so he stayed in his boxers. He slid out of the bed carefully and cursed under his breath, his shoulders felt so tight and his back...ugh.
The blond wasn't going to look at his back, he already knew it was bruised. he always burised so easily. His shoulders and upper left side of his back showed it wonderfully. But the cry of a hungry feline caught his attention. "Right, food..." Sighing and not really wanting to leave his room, he did. He went straight to the mini kitchen and looked around for the cat food, but never looking anywhere else beyond the kitchen. He was sure Augusta was still on the sofa.
The blond really wasn't sure if he was up to dealing with the four eyed bastard right now...figures. He goes back to his lover and he ends up getting tossed the floor.
Well, better then being left on the stair case and having shit thrown at you...
Sighing, he located the dry food and poured some into a busted bowl for Kender to eat out of on the counter. His thin hand, moving through the fur.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on May 20, 2010 1:36:37 GMT -5
Indeed, Kristopher was right, Augusta was still on the couch. In fact he was in the middle of fixing up his hand when he practically passed out. He was laying a position that no normal being could stay in for long. He was sitting on the couch and he feel asleep with his forehead resting on the coffee table. The bag of supplies was still in his lap and so was his half-stitched up hand. If his blood didn't clot so well, he would have bled to death on the couch.
Augusta slept like a corpse all night long, but his dreams were not pleasant at all. He woke up once and that's when he tried to finish fixing his hand and then turned off the light and fell back asleep. He didn't even wake up to the sun rising, which was usually his alarm clock on a normal day. He didn't stir when Kris came out but when the blond poured cat food, the sound startled him awake. He sat up suddenly and blinked and looked around. He bent down and picked his glasses up off the floor and then looked around. He saw Kris and the cat... but they paid him no attention.
He'd just stay here, like a beaten dog, and go about his daily business the same way. He knew eventually Kris would get tired of him walking around like Kris was going to ditch him any second, and then talk to him. But for now... he'd just shut up... do his chores... and sleep alone...
It's been worse...
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on May 20, 2010 1:45:29 GMT -5
Kristopher turned and left the cat alone to eat, the one eyed blond turned to his left then to see if he could find anything to eat in the kitchen. Normally, he and Augusta would sneak food into their room to avoid having to go into the kitchens at awkward times or early in the morning. It meant more time for them to be together. But all Kris cared about was something to subide his hunger.
After a moment, he located a muffin with some mold on the top. Eh, it was still good so he knocked off the mold and took a bite out of it. He then walked into the living room part. He still wasn't looking at Augusta but that was more so the fact that he couldn't see him due to the eye patch. So it was no surprise when he knocked into the make shift coffee table.
"God damnit." He muttered and then slumped down on the floor across the table. Not because he was hurt badly, but because Augy took over the sofa. So, he sat there, knees bent and eatting his old muffin slowly.
God, he could kill for one of Corvus cigarettes right about now. Luckily, he had one, but it wasn't on his body sadly. Which might be good, Augusta would flip his shit again if he knew Kris smoked sometimes. It was seriously rare, but if the stress got to much, Kris became a smoke thief. Had been one since he as around ten.
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