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Post by maron on Jul 6, 2010 21:09:48 GMT -5
Maron tried to smile when she heard his words, trying to make the words cheer her up. They didn’t…. She’d heard it all before. But for some reason, she wanted his words to make her feel better more than anyone else’s. What was with that?! She’d only met him this night! But then he pulled the metal object out of her grip and… tossed it? She had no idea. Before she even had any time to figure out what he’d done with it, his fingertips had closed around her arm and yanked her onto her feet and into his arms.
That took her by surprise. Just how tightly he held her, how strong he was, that he’d actually hold her like that. Now, she was able to believe his words. He wouldn’t have held her like that if he didn’t believe his own words whole heartedly, and that really affected her.
A moment passed in silence, Maron barely able to bring herself to even breath. But then…. She realized something. She carefully opened her eyes in a squint, never looking high enough that they might accidently see each other’s eyes. “You’re… you’re hurt!”
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Post by cartertcat on Jul 6, 2010 21:24:50 GMT -5
Art had liked that hug. He'd never hugged anyone like that. The best part about this was that she hadn't pushed away, or slapped him. That was a relief. When he pulled away from her, looking over her shoulder, he chuckled.
" 'Jus a scratch," Phoenix told her. Anybody could tell that was a lie. The mangled state he was in made it that much clearer.He took in a short breath as he put his arms down. The truth was, because of his ribs, he was in excruciating pain. That, plus a million more invisible cuts had appeared. He took a mixture of different pain medications. Art grinned goofily, trying to make it all better.
The pain killers probably wouldn't take effect until about thirty minuets later. Until then, he was pretty much in hell. He didn't want to let Maron or anyone to know that though.
"Are you okay..?" Phoenix said, almost urgently. The one thing he didn't want was Maron being hurt. His eye was probably starting to swell up and extremely blue. He was happy that Maron couldn't see his face.
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Post by maron on Jul 6, 2010 21:40:41 GMT -5
Maron felt like scowling again. Just a scratch? Yeah, right. She’d heard a bat make contact with what must have been his chest. To prove her point, she poked him right in the ribs, her poke more like a stab. “Yeah, sure. Just a scratch.” Such a poor lie on his part… Very poor indeed.
And then he was popping more pills, whatever they were, a medicine of some sort… It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him pop pills this evening. Hopefully he wasn’t addicted to them…
But then he was asking how she was, and she paused. She had been so concerned about whether he would be alright she had completely failed to notice if somehow she’d gotten hurt during the struggle. She’d probably have some bruising on her arms and across her stomach from when one of the humans had tried to squash her. But other than that…. She finally nodded. “Yeah… Think so…”
Taking a step back, she did her best to survey his injuries. She couldn’t make out anything on his face, so she didn’t know if he’d taken any hits up there, but the rest of him…. It wasn’t terribly bad but anyone would be able to tell he’d gotten in a pretty bad fight.
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Post by cartertcat on Jul 6, 2010 22:01:06 GMT -5
The poke felt more like a punch which made Art gasp quietly. He leaned against the pole behind him. His lie wasn't meant to be seen through but, trying to pull of that lie was impossible. It had just been proven.
"Well, I've always been a bad liar," Phoenix told her, smiling weakly. It was eleven thirty now so by the time he got back to the institute it would probably be around twelve thirty. He didn't want to leave right now though. Even though he was in so much pain. He would have to sneak back into the institute without waking anyone up, then deal with all the questions of his absence in the morning.
"Well, I've never had so much fun almost dieing," Art chuckled, taking out a small note pad. He wrote down his cell phone number and ripped the page away. He handed the paper to her.
"Their gunna kill me back at the institute. So maybe we can hang out without almost being killed huh?" He asked Cooley.
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Post by maron on Jul 6, 2010 22:13:57 GMT -5
Ha, she was right. He had been hit in the ribs. Which meant he should probably see a doctor… But she couldn’t take him to the Runaways, and he couldn’t take her to the school. Looks like for him to get treatment they’d have to part ways…. And he seemed to realize it to. Just like he needed to get back to the Institute, she had to hitchhike home as well… Well, maybe not. She didn’t want to go back there yet. At the moment, she didn’t want to go back at all. Maybe she’d go find a motel or something.
Taking the piece of paper he offered to her, she smiled softly, carefully folding it and tucking it away in her bag. She’d be sure to send him a text or call soon. “Yeah. I know what you mean. My ‘babysitters’ are probably freaking out right about now. They’ll probably be on us in another hour or so to take me back to house arrest.” For as funny as that sounded, her tone was dead serious. She was rarely ever allowed to wander more than a few yards from the Runaway’s land. Quite literally, she was under house arrest.
She smiled again, a little warmer this time. “That’d be nice. Maybe when the sun is out, so we don’t have to worry about being mugged or something.” Why was she so interested in seeing Art again?
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