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Post by The Jenn on Sept 13, 2008 16:27:42 GMT -5
As the 'abuse' began raining down on him from his brother, Jak only laughed louder, the convulsing noises uninterrupted by the staggered, almost wheezing breaths coming from his pipes. They swiftly turned to crying shakes as it continued and he lay on the ground, wheezing for breath and crying in wracking sobs, eyes closed.
"D-don't you get it, Amhal?" he gasped out, eyes squeezed shut until they opened wide to stare at his brother from where he still lay limp on the hard ground. "We're the punchline! Get it? Punch?" The laughing quickly degenerated into a painful noise once again and he curled into a half-ball, his limbs too awkward to allow more than a strange folding of his body. His mind was in a weird, twisting, dark place that he didn't understand or want to think about too hard. "It's so funny it h-h-h-hurts," he whimpered around the sounds.
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Post by Satra on Sept 13, 2008 16:44:13 GMT -5
Amhalghaidh's bottom lip quivered with his jaw as he watched Jak being torn between his need for amusement and the brutality of the situation. Amhal lacked any ability to see humor in the situation and Jak's attempt to laugh it off only made him feel sick. He didn't have the heart to tell him that he didn't find the "punchline" funny at all. He did see Jak was in as much pain as him, so he walked over and laid down next to him, nuzzling his nose it Jak's neck.
"Y-yeah..." he said, still shaking, "Punch..." and that it did. It felt like a punch to the gut. The emotions swelled again and Amhal wrapped his front paws around Jak's neck, shaking harder and sobbing loudly into the other boy's shoulder.
"D-d-do-on't evv-ver l-leav-ve m-m-me-e, J-Ja-aa--" he couldn't even get out his brother's short nickname all the way before he broke down for good, anguished sobs and screaming muffled against Jak's chest. He'd completely forgotten about his still-bleeding wound.
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Post by Kiki on Sept 17, 2008 14:42:10 GMT -5
Jenn and Satra receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by The Jenn on Sept 18, 2008 21:16:54 GMT -5
The contact from his brother made Jak whimper unhappily, nose pressed against his legs until he uncurled slightly to accommodate Amhal's body. When the sobbing began, he cringed, the sound wrong. It was everything that happy wasn't and his brother should never have to make noises like that. Neither should he. They wrenched something inside of his head and twisted it. Hard.
"I'm not going anywhere," he growled in a lower voice, tucking his head over his brother's shoulder and awkwardly placing the side of his limb into a hugging gesture. "You and me, Amhal. You and me. We'll be fine. Go back to the Capital, figure something out, make it all okay again... we'll make our own way and it'll be great. We'll have a great time, Amhal, don't worry." And he believed it. Fervently. He would make it a good time, whether it wanted to be or not. Yes, they would be fine.
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Post by Satra on Sept 19, 2008 15:53:21 GMT -5
Bizarre, strangled noises kept coming out of Amhal's mouth as he tried to stop crying. He swallowed and his breathing calm to a heavy panting. He sniffled, trying to staunch the flow of snot induced by his sobbing.
"W-why would we want to go back to the Capitol? P-people will hate us..." he searched Jak's face. He wanted to believe that optimism. Then a large area of red caught he eye again. The cut left by Dell was still oozing blood and it had smeared all over his skinflaps and a bit onto Jak. Shaking he instinctively went to lick it clean then began cleaning the blood off Jak. The the familiar motion calmed him. He didn't like this new environment at all. The thought of being anywhere that wasn't the tiny little apartment he was so familiar with terrified him.
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 23, 2008 23:12:12 GMT -5
Jak let his brother groom the wound, wincing but not moving away. Ow. Very ow. He was used to being hurt by Dell sometimes, though. It was just part of being her brother, handling her when she went into her fits and rages. When he found her again, he'd have to see about...
When? If. No... when. She was their sister. He would find her again, he was sure. Something in the back of his head twitched, the same thing that twisted earlier. It was a weird, ugly thing.
"We need to go back to the Capital because it's not cold there and it's where we get food," he explained patiently to his brother. There was no food around here, just lots of rocks. People made food, so they needed to go where there were people. If lots of people were there, enough food would be there for them, too. "Besides, it's where we belong. Everything's there. Home's in the Capital. We should be, too. We'll just need to get back and we can make a new one."
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Post by Satra on Oct 25, 2008 17:41:52 GMT -5
That made sense. He nodded as he stopped grooming and just laid his head on his brother's shoulder. It was cold, and as the setting night began to make itself more than obvious on the loose flaps of uncovered skin that dangled off his face.
He was right though. People made food. It couldn't be found in a place like this.
"Y-you're right, Jak," he said quietly, voice muffled into the other boy's neck. He shivered. "It's cold... we should get those blankets and food Pa--" the word caught in his throat, "...he left for us..." Amhalghaidh bit his lip, trying not to cry again. All of this was entirely too much for the extremely young and extremely sheltered boy to be able to handle. Even thinking about the man he didn't even know if he could call Papa anymore brought up a surge of despair and sickness. Shaking he got up to look in the pack and tried to pull it over to them. This caused a lot of strain on his weak neck and made him wince and gasp. Instead, he decided to pull out a blanket to make it easier. As he did so, a small tub fell out with it. Curious, he looked over at it then burst into tears again.
Cream cheese. A freaking container of Amhalghaidh's favorite snack in the world. He was confused beyond words. Was this supposed to make up for the abandonment? Was it supposed to be an insult? The boy had no idea. All he could do was bury his face in the blanket and cry himself to exhaustion.
[Eh, not the best post ever... but I think just writing again helps me get out of these slumps...
Please correct me if I've assumed anything wrong. I'd be more than happy to fix. :3 ]
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 25, 2008 22:24:12 GMT -5
((It looks just fine, luff.  And thus does Jak use an ability for the first time evar in front of someone.)) Jak watched his brother awkwardly, glad for the agreement but not really sure what to do to make things more 'okay' and less 'not'. He stayed where he was when Amhal went to get the blankets, but quickly stood when he broke down and started sobbing. That noise again! It made his throat feel thick and his eyes burn. He quickly shuffled over to his brother and sat against him, half-on the blanket. "Amhal, no, shh, it's okay... look, I've got something to show you, alright?" His tone was hushed and full of inflection, trying to get his brother to cheer up a bit. " "You'll like this one, I promise. I may not have a number like... well, like everybody else, but I've still got a neat trick that I've been practicing in the bathroom. I was saving it to surprise everybody, but you need it more. It'll cheer you up, I know it. Look, watch!"So saying, he pulled back and made sure he had his brother's eyes on him before closing his own and concentrating. His face scrunched and slowly his body began to lengthen, stretching out in an awkward fashion and changing color in the dim light. The form of a boa constrictor began to take shape, the snout changing and the bizarre limbs slowly retracting into his body. When he was finished, the fur was a speckled brown with a brilliant blue fringe all along his body, from the top of his head to the tip of his serpentine tail. He'd seen a Solandrian snake once pass by outside their window and always thought it looked fascinating. And warm. His brother needed warm. Even if he was still only the size of a child, serpents were longer and he could take advantage of their size like this. His eyes snapped open and he grinned, the shape of his muzzle pulling back in a 'normal' fashion rather than his normal stretched rictus. The eyes were still very obviously 'Jak' and their normal dull red in color, nearly the hue of dried, crusting blood. "Look, see? Isn't this neat? It's just for you, Amhal. Nobody else got to see it." The voice was also his since he hadn't thought to change it, though the words came out more sibilant. He moved forward and curled around his brother, his own body covered in warm, plush fur. As he settled, he started to chuckle, the sound quickly turning into a giggle. His voice came out as a high, whispered giggle. "And now... now you're wearing a boa!" |
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Post by Satra on Oct 26, 2008 11:12:16 GMT -5
Amhalghaidh sniffled as he forced himself to look up at Jak. He was fully expected some stupid joke in an attempted to make him feel better. He was in no way expecting this. The crying stopped immediately as all Amhal could do was stare with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. He watched in a mixture of horror and fascination as his brother's entire body changed so dramatically before his eyes.
"No one else?" he asked in a tiny voice, almost a whisper. He flinched as his brother touched him, then he relaxed. He was very warm, and took comfort that the eyes were still very much of his brother. He wiggled into the pile of blanket with the delightfully warm furred Snake wrapped around him and buried himself in the warm. He gave a weak giggle at the joke.
"I guess I am," he responded, not quite sure what else to say and not having the energy to think of anything more clever, left it at that. He purred as he fell asleep. He and Jak were going to be alright...
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And thus does Jak use an ability for the first time evar in front of someone.))