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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 18, 2008 22:35:26 GMT -5
"That fucking bitch nurse should have her head examined. Who even hired her? It was probably the same bastard that got us stuck in Missouri." Elliot could be heard grumbling all the way up the stairs to her Dorm, as she was making no attempt to keep her volume in check, despite how late it may have been. Her dorm mates were never in and she couldn't have cared if they were. In fact, the only thing Elliot cared about at this point in time was getting something to kill the pain in her wrist, which was most definitely broken.
Of course, by her consistently good luck, there wasn't a healer in the Medical Ward tonight, just a night nurse with an incredibly weak Gift and a horrible attitude. She had put Elliot's wrist in a brace - which consisted of the most irritably itchy black fabric - and advised the girl to stay up in the Hospital wing for the night with her foot on ice and some Asprin. Elliot obviously had other ideas, and had threatened to do some serious damage to the woman with the heel of her stiletto, should drugs not be presented. So, with a handful of Vicodin and her arm around Nate's waist to keep her balance, Elliot headed for her room and decided to go back to the Medical Wing tomorrow to see a doctor, or potentially maim someone with a five hundred dollar shoe.
Pushing open the door to her room, and surly blond untangled herself from Nate and crossed the Dorm, doing her best not to look like she was limping. Her wrist still felt like it was one fire, and she was already undoing the brace with her other hand, unable to find a real use for the blasted thing. Tossing the medical accessory somewhere under her bed, she turned her attention to the nightstand cabinet besides her four-poster and began rummaging through it until she pulled out an unlabeled pill bottle full of various uppers, downers, screams and laughers. *
"Thank you Peyton."
She said under her breath with a relieved smile before finally looking over at Nate. "Come here. I don't think I can even open this damn thing."
(* fear and loathing <33)
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Post by nate on Nov 18, 2008 22:50:07 GMT -5
the whole experience had been mildly amusing to Nate.
I feel very sorry for anyone with a real Gift for healing who gets to take care of Elliot tomorrow. Chances are they'll find themselves suddenly full of stiletto shaped holes. Some people have to learn the hard way, I guess.
Speaking of learning the hard way: it looked like Elliot was about to kill her mind with pain killers. For a few seconds, Nate wondered just how he was supposed to react to this. Was it really in his best interest to support her little habit? To enable her?
F**k, I'm no Samaritan. I want to get laid, not make a difference in someone's life. Beside, she's going to take the pills whether I help her or not, so I might as well make sure she doesn't kill herself. that would suck.
"Put the brace back on," half-ordered Nate as he crossed the room. He took the pill bottle from her, deftly undoing the lid and handing it back. "And sit down somewhere before you hurt yourself even more."
He looked around, again frowning. Nothing really to take the pills with. Oh well, Elliot probably knew how to take them unaided by now.
"Is it just me, or do they go out of their way to hire incompetent healers? It must be their crazy way of training us."
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 18, 2008 23:01:30 GMT -5
"Fuck off, that brace itches."
Elliot still had quite a bite to her tone, and as Nate handed back the bottle of pills, she emptied them into her hand, picking through the colorful assessment until she had found two Morphine. Setting the bottle on her nightstand, the blond stepped back a bit, reaching under her bed with her foot until she dragged out a bottle of Tequila. Wincing a bit, as she had used her injured leg, she reached down and picked up the bottle before popping the painkillers in her mouth and sitting down on the bed. Her features screwed up, pulling together in a look of general disgust as she unscrewed the bottle's lid and took a quick sip to kill the lingering chemical taste of the Morphine.
"It's just another reason to hate this place I guess." She sounded more melancholy than bitter now, her initial fury having faded. Scooting back on the bed, Elliot tried once more not to cringe as she looked up at Nate. Her makeup was smudged and runny, and even in the dim light of her room, the tear streaks were still obvious against her tan cheeks. Her eyes were stormy and her cheeks were flushed with some mixture of lingering embarrassment and frustration; she felt exhausted.
"I officially have the worst luck on the entire planet."
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Post by nate on Nov 18, 2008 23:33:04 GMT -5
Like I expected the orders to actually work.
Nate watched wearily as Elliot downed her pills with tequila. Mentally he knew this was a bad mixture. That it could be doing all kinds of crazy things to her. Part of him actually cared for a moment, and felt a twinge of sadness that someone would do something like this to themselves. Particularly someone that held Nate's interest.
But in the end, he didn't feel up to protesting. He was simply too close to that mindset himself, killing his own pain.
I just can't bring myself to care that much. Or to even try to impose my will on someone. Besides, I clearly have no right.
"I wouldn't say that," Nate walked over, plopping down next to Elliot. He smiled at her now, raising an eyebrow. "It's certainly s**ty luck, I'll give you that. Taking a spill like that, landing like a klutz. Not to mention the whole incompetent boob tending the wound."
Nate nodded at the swollen wrist, "But really, if you had the worst luck, you would have been abandoned. Or worse yet, with someone who solely wanted to rape you. I only partially want to rape you. Ergo, only slightly s**ty luck, and not the worst ever."
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 18, 2008 23:50:53 GMT -5
Elliot had enough experience with her mind-altering substances that she knew her heart wasn't going to explode, or something of the like from the dangerous cocktail, but there still was always a little risk in it, and maybe that's just why she did it sometimes.
"So, I have horrible luck, but I have you too, so it's not all bad?" There was a touch of amusement spilling into her grin now. "Is that what you're saying?" Leaning over, Elliot rested her head on Nate's shoulder, still playing idly with the bottle of liquor in her good hand. Her other hand was far from pretty at this point, the joint of her wrist swollen to a massive size and her skin colored black and blue. After letting her eyes linger on the painful sight for a moment, the Almasian eventually just slipped the injured hand behind her back, simply wishing it out of her view for now.
"I feel like shit."
Her feet hurt from those devious shoes, not to mention her graceful landing outside of the club that caused her ankle to swell up like a softball. Her head was screaming and her muscles ached all over, and she was still wearing her damn dress simply because she was too exhausted to change out of it. Needless to say, sometimes things just didn't work out they way you plan.
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Post by nate on Nov 19, 2008 0:13:59 GMT -5
"Well, I was just speaking generally about your slight bit of fortune," offered Nate, "but if you'd like to blame me for being the ray of sunshine in your otherwise dark life, then by all means."
Nate continued to keep his eyes on Elliot, though now for a decidedly different reason then he had earlier.
I'm convinced she's about to do something stupid and hurt herself further. I have to wonder though:
is it odd that seeing her like this doesn't make me any less attracted to her?
"You look about a half-step above s**t," said Nate. "Though it's probably the most appealing piece of s**t in the pile."
Nate looked down Elliot's legs, frowning at the swollen ankle. At the wounds in general, really. They'd gone and spoiled his night, and he was trying his hardest not to pout and whine about it. After all, he wasn't the one with swollen limbs.
"Do you need help undressing?" he offered, raising his eyebrows. "Or getting situated? I'm not about to abandon you until I'm certain you're at least situated. I'd like to hope you'd do the same, should our positions be reversed."
Yes, that was a good bit of the reason. And the simple fact that Elliot had somehow won Nate's loyalty, and he didn't treat that lightly.
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 19, 2008 0:26:34 GMT -5
"You know, I just might." Elliot grinned, a tiny bit of her usual radiance showing through the gloomy cloud that had fallen over her temporarily. "I think I'm even going to call you 'sunshine' from now on." She lifted her head from his shoulder, sighing dramatically as she set the open bottle of Tequila on her nightstand, right next to the open bottle of pills. Unless Nate decided to suddenly turn a corner and loudly and verbally degrade her anytime soon, Elliot didn't imagine she'd be touching either poison again tonight.
"Ah, a pretty piece of shit. How sweet of you." Her tone was dry, but not altogether dark as she stood up slowly, using her bed side cabinet as leverage. "You wanna help? Go grab me a pair of shorts and my Billie Holiday t-shirt." The blonde waved her hand towards her dresser, which stood across from her bed. "They should be in the top drawer."
Moving carefully, Elliot bit her lip as she wrapped a hand around her bedpost to keep her balance as she leaned on her left foot, trying to keep the strain off of her swollen ankle. Slowly, she slipped her arms out of the dress straps and let the garment fall to the floor around her bare feet. Left standing in a circle of gold fabric and some deviously lacy underthings, Elliot's attention was focused only on her ankle, which had started to throb with pain again.
"Hurry up sunshine, I'm cold!" She chided him, though still hardly pay attention. It wasn't like Nate hadn't seen her in her underwear before anyway.
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Post by nate on Nov 19, 2008 13:00:22 GMT -5
That's me. I fart rainbows and puke sunshine. Or is it the other way around? I keep forgetting...
Nate headed over to the dresser, quickly opening the top drawer and scanning the contents. Normally this wasn't how he preferred to view girls' clothing, but he was willing to make an exception this time. Finding a pair of shorts proved easy enough, and Nate went out of his way to make sure they looked comfortable. These he casually tossed over his shoulder. The shirt proved a bit more difficult, but he found it soon enough.
Turning, he walked back to Elliot, holding out the two articles of clothing. Of course, being Nate, he had to look at her nearly nude body, which, even with the bruises and smears, was still one of the best Nate ever got to see in real life. Elliot also happened to be one of the few girls that Nate would fell no compunction about gawking at. Another fine benefit to their queer little arrangement.
"One pair of shorts and bedraggled t-shirt," he announced. He smirked as he looked from the clothing to the girl. It wasn't exactly what he usually saw her in.
Yet it still fits, somehow. Of course it would, this is all essential Elliot here.
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 19, 2008 14:33:35 GMT -5
"Hey, this shirt is one of my favorites, sunshine. And Billie Holiday is fantastic, so watch it." She raised an eyebrow in an expression of warning before slipping the t-shirt over her head and tugging it down over her sore torso. Slipping on the shorts, which were small enough that they could hardly be considered shorts at all, Elliot almost stumbled forward, inwardly cursing her swollen ankle.
Kicking her dress off to the side, the weary blonde sat back down on her bed, carefully pushing herself toward the head of her four-poster. Every part of her ached, and the pills were finally starting to kick in, making her head feel light enough that the room was tipping to one side. Leaning her head back against the pillows, she sighed and closed her eyes before patting the spot next to her for Nate to sit.
"Come keep me company." She opened one eye, looking down the bed at him with a horribly wry smile. "Unless you want to leave me all alone to destroy myself with pills and booze, of course." She had noticed the slight worry in his heavy eyes earlier, and it had caught her off guard more than anything.
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Post by nate on Nov 19, 2008 23:24:56 GMT -5
Somewhere there are girls committing suicide and bodily destruction in the vain hopes of looking half as good as Elliot. Yet she's intent on destroying herself. Ironic, isn't it?
"I'll take your word for it," drawled Nate. He eyed the shirt warily, as if he expected the singer to assault him for expressing disinterest. She/he certainly looked capable of doing just that to the poor Almasian boy.
Sighing, Nate massaged his forehead, eying Elliot. "Again with the demands. Are you certain that's not your Gift?"
Still, he walked around, sitting on the edge of her bed. Nate then swung his legs over, laced his hands behind his head, and lay next to Elliot. His eyes drifted down her body, taking in the tanned paradise, and eventually landing upon the swollen segments. It was a bit like seeing a mustache on the Mona Lisa.
"You know, when you invited me to your room, this wasn't quite what i was anticipating," said Nate. He arched his brows and turned his head to face Elliot's. "If you were that desperate not to sleep with me you could've just said so. You certainly didn't have to injure yourself."
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 20, 2008 23:36:52 GMT -5
As Nate turned his head to look at her, Elliot's lips curved upwards to form a clever little expression, and one that suited her pretty face much better than her previous downcast glare. Turning her head to the side as well, the blonde searched her friend's eyes for a long moment, clearly trying to interpret something amongst his steady gaze. After a second of silence had passed between them, Elliot leaned forward and kissed Nate softly, unable to completely dispel the grin from her lips as she did so. The Almasian brought her uninjured hand up to the side of his face, her thumb drawing a line across his jawbone as she slowly pulled away.
"I'm well aware that I could have just mentioned my change of heart, had that been the case, and as terribly fun as slipping like a completely moron and breaking my wrist was, I'm going to have to ask that you not be so conceited and assume I did it all for you." She winked, her voice quiet but heated between them as she continued to play with the curve of his jaw idly. Somewhere along the line, her painkillers had kicked in, leaving Elliot to feel nothing but warm and fuzzy now.
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Post by nate on Nov 20, 2008 23:57:09 GMT -5
Wakeman, you didn't quite do well enough to win, but here's your consolation prize: a wonderful soft kiss to the lips! And a set of knives! Whee, go you!
Nate gently kissed Elliot back, though his smile appeared only after their lips touched. And it was one of confidence and poise. So pretty much the same as usual.
"Apparently you haven't gotten the notice yet, but everything revolves around me," joked Nate. He winked gamely at Elliot, then trailed his own hand up her side, ruffling her shirt. Nate knew better than to try too much, with her current condition. And his hands skirted around wounded areas, though this created some awkwardness. After all, Nate still didn't have quite the skill some of his housemates possessed.
"Well, at least I've gotten a bemused expression from you. You're certainly better looking when you're not bemoaning your fate," Nate chuckled. His eyes again went to Elliot's hand, as his mind wondered just where they were headed now.
Hell, I just want to get lucky.
I can be such an a**.
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 21, 2008 3:05:02 GMT -5
"Yeah, well, I look even more enticing without a club foot and a wrist the size of the sun." Her voice was heavy between them, quiet in the still emptiness of the surrounding dorm. His fingers were leaving a trail of goosebumps, and she had to bit her lip to keep from squirming. The Morphine made her skin ultra-sensitive, his touch causing her skin to tingle.
"I'm sorry you're not going to get laid tonight Nathan dear, I really am. I mean, trust me, no one is more upset about this than me. I'm real disappointed that this -" she waved a hand to indicate them. "- isn't going to happen tonight." Elliot was teasing him, unable to ignore the slight, but poorly shielded disappointment in his gaze. And yet, at the same time there was a bit of genuineness to her words, as if she really did feel sorry.
Though, it was rare for people not to feel sorry for Nate. Seriously, it is Nate Wakeman. ick.
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Post by nate on Nov 21, 2008 18:57:02 GMT -5
"I could also go find another girl," he suggested.
Lies, filthy, filthy lies!
"I understand, I really do..."
no, not really, but it's probably the hormones and the fact that all my blood is in my lower regions
"I could always take a raincheck," he smiled now. His hand hadn't stopped trailing along her skin, even though he could tell it was making her slightly uncomfortable.
tough s**t, I'm going to have a date with my laptop and a jar of Vaseline later.
"Anything else you'd like from me?"
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 21, 2008 22:02:16 GMT -5
"I think I could manage with a raincheck." Elliot grinned lazily, looking slinky and feline as her seashell lids dropped further over her glazed blue eyes. "After all, I do have to eventually thank you for curbing my unfortunate bit of luck earlier." She was obviously referring to her good fortune of having Nate around just as she decided to dive headfirst into one of her klutziest moments.
Leaning forward, Elliot bit Nate's earlobe playfully before setting her chin on his shoulder, her lips resting in the curve of his neck as his pulse beat against her tiny grin. Her lips parted as she let a small sigh roll off her lips.
"I suppose you're free to go."
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