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[May. 3rd, 2008|01:45 am] |
Who: Valentin
When: Friday after 7 p.m
Where: Outside the house he shares with Galen
Valentin hated modeling, but he wasn't very qualified for much else, and he had just enough international notoriety for simple things to become complicated in addiction to his refusal to do anything related to customer service.
He feared his father may attempt to make him return and work at the company if he did not occupy himself with something his father deemed useful while he was in the States. They weren't going to allow him to stay and just do nothing but shop and spend money on his boyfriend.
Valentin enrolled at George Washington University to appease his father, and had contacted a local modeling agency that could help him find work earlier that day.
One thing he was nervous about was passing the upcoming DMV test, he'd honestly never driven himself anywhere in his entire life and while he was sure he could pass the knowledge part of the test he was worried about the actual driving part. It was because he was so nervous that he convinced Mikko to help him practice in the lexus in their driveway. |
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[Apr. 19th, 2008|04:25 pm] |
Who: Galen and the Doc
When: Friday, mid-day
Where: GWU
Galen brushed a hand through his hair as he stared at a wall, waiting. In general he was used to hospitals. He was used to lights being flashed in his eyes, needles, poking prodding, CT scans, testing, x-rays, and all sorts of other odd things a doctor could inflict upon a patient. He was, in the words of his head-doc, a lab-rat marvel. Not because he was being used to test drugs on, but because by all rights...Galen shouldn't have been awake, let alone alive.
In the last test, a few weeks ago, the doc had confirmed something he'd been worrying over for what seemed ages. It was why they'd never taken Galen in for surgery. Well, one reason at least. They had pin-pointed the worst of the damage,the piece of the puzzle they'd been hunting for since the boy had first stepped off a plane and into DC.
It was, as Galen understand, a vital part of the gushy mush in his head. It controlled things like...breathing, and other things of the sort. So, it seemed, he really should have died within days of the accident. Or at least been brain dead. Yet here he was, awake and lively and charming. (Well at least the nurses thought he was charming.)
There had been more talk, but he'd tuned it all out in typical Galen fashion, instead looking at the pictures of gushy-mush with a blank lack of understanding. Somethings were easier to remember than others, and nothing that the doctor was saying really made much sense. Heh. But he could see it. The bright white blob of...dead matter. Curiously he wondered if it would rot, become infected and kill him. If it was dead, logic did tell him it should rot at least.
Maybe.
He was supposed to come back in on Monday, and they would discuss his options with him, explain all the new found risk of popping his head open, and...stuff. It meant shaving his head. It also meant asking Val, or someone else like that to come with him. The doctor wanted a responsible, able-bodied party to be there. Apparently his scrambled wires also meant that he did not make the best choices. Something about not really having an informed opinion, or...whatever.
None of which explained why he was outside Leo's office, really. Well, maybe a little. He did want to talk about the surgery, but for someone who had been waiting patiently for over 2 years to have it done...the idea of talking about it, and having it really done seemed surreal and slightly unnerving.
The doc did say he might not wake up.
Which did not help his mind make up a decision that plagued him, and was probably (aside from having an appointment) the true reason he was there. Galen's uncomplicated love-life, or rather just life in general, suddenly seemed to become a tangled web. And if he was going to die in the next two weeks? How did he make it uncomplicated? |
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[Mar. 28th, 2008|03:09 am] |
Who: Donnie and OPEN
Where: Hot Topic
When: Monday afternoon
Donnie yawned and shifted the phone against his ear, waiting for the person on the other end to find the papers she was looking for. They were supposed to have a delivery, only the delivery hadn't turned up and chasing it up so that the date and time could be rescheduled was not something he'd really wanted to do. Why did these things always happen on a Monday?
He felt shitty. He'd felt shitty for the past few days, really. Galen's weird boyfriend had fucked up his trip, and with Rachel being pissed at him, it didn't make the comedown any better. Donnie had been off over the weekend, but now he was back at work and that made the shittiness rolling about in his gut ten times worse than it had been before.
Saturday night was haunting him too. He'd felt something, a genuine spark of...something with Galen. Rach had said he was probably love-drunk off the X, but it felt like more than that. It felt like something had clicked into place.
What though, Donnie didn't know. Maybe he'd just met somebody cool. It seemed to be the only thing that made sense...
"...hello? Hello, is someone there?"
Donnie blinked and returned to the land of the living. "Uh yeah, I'm here, sorry."
Sifting through the think pile of invoices, he scribbled a number down, nodding at the voice on the phone as he made a note of the new delivery date in the calendar. Joy. |
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[Mar. 24th, 2008|07:21 pm] |
Who: Valentin and Galen
Where: Their home
When: After the Bar incident.
The ride back to their shared home was quiet, too quiet, so quiet in fact that it was possibly an unnerving experience for both Galen and Mikko who were probably more accustomed to Valentin's bratty penchant for bitching and moaning about anything that had vexed him. One evening after they'd attended a concert that Galen had been dying to see, Valentin had bitched the entire way home about a woman who was a few rows in front of them who kept flailing her arms around and flashing her tits.
Tonight was different. It wasn't the first time Galen had sneaked out, but it was different and the significance of the difference was not lost on him despite his best efforts to put his paranoia aside. High punks that spewed words like "connections"...
What connection? What connection could that man possibly be prattling on about? What?
Once the car turned into the drive and Mikko had turned it off, Valentin jetted out of the car without one word and made haste toward the door. He had things on his mind. |
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[Mar. 22nd, 2008|04:28 pm] |
Who: Galen and OPEN
Where: Bar
When: Late Friday Night
Galen didn’t know why he was there, without Val. He’d sort of snuck out too, forgoing all the distractions his lover had given him, and all the reasons to stay in his bed curled up next to a warmth that was unmistakable…and irreplaceable. He did like Val…maybe really love him. He thought he loved Val, but sometimes he wasn’t sure. How were you supposed to know things like that?
But he was here, at the club with the flier and paying off half like the clerk guy had said. He was looking for someone he didn’t have a name off…could barely remember what he looked like. But he and Pasi could remember what he felt like.
Not in the handing hands, or hugs sort of feel. It was more of…presence. A taste of nostalgia and longing because there was something old and ancient and unexplainable. Rational thought couldn’t hold a candle to it because it was all as irrational as having a Goddess living in your head.
Even if it were a true.
Dressed in low-rise black, girl style jeans and a AFI tight tee-shirt. He had a belt, and navy blue and white shoes that were vaguely reminiscent of keds. And the whole look was topped off with a hoodie he’d bought at hot topic the other day, makeup that made him look more like a girl than a boy, and clean…brushed black hair.
The music was loud, and he wrinkled his nose a little, hands stuffed in pockets as he squeezed around hoards of Goths and Rocker all intermingled in a frightening mixture of genre clashing. And he, the lone Emo boy trying to go unnoticed while pitching himself up on toes to stare about the crowd wide-eyed in search of a nameless face.
This was probably one of the most ridiculous things he’d ever done. And this was so not his scene. |
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[Mar. 19th, 2008|08:41 pm] |
Who: Galen and Donnie
Where: Hot Topic
When: Thursday, mid-day
Galen had been poking about Hot Topic for close to an hour when he decided on several items for purchase. Several band tee-shirts, they made excellent wear for raves. Along with a few non-band tee-shirts to mix things up. Probably five shirts all together. He also bought a Tripp Black Gunmetal Black Hoodie. Along with a pair of Tripp Black Pyramid Studded pants too…
And last, but certainly not least, Galen had to bring home a Skelanimals Marcy Monkey Plushie, as it was decidedly too cute not to give a home. And it was the last one on the shelf!
When his phone started to ring, though, with the ever present calling for Galen’s face to pup up at a party, he sighed and wanted to the till. Plopping his stuff on the counter, the black-nailed, make-uped, black-haired, decked out in punk boy started to play with the plushie like a 14 year old boy with no common sense.
At least he was smiling. Brightly. |
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[Feb. 17th, 2008|06:37 pm] |
Who: Galen and Paul and whoever else has a reason to be there
When: After Paul's argument with Seth
Where: GWU Hospital.
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Today was the day to tell Leo that he didn’t like his medication anymore. Which was precisely why Galen was at the hospital four hours early, and bright-eyed as ever. It had been probably close to two weeks since he has ceased the medication, and so far it all seemed to go well…
Except that he and Val found themselves in an argument last night, and Galen had resulted to pacing the hallway all night instead of sleeping. It explained the dark circles beneath his cheery eyes. It might have also explained the reason behind erratic behavior, and the obvious signs of drug use.
“Two, two…No…two…” He mumbled to himself as he wandered the halls. Once he had to run away from a nurse, giggling madly as he coasted ever closer to the peek of his high.
When he found Paul, he was all smiles and giggles as he danced into the room with chocolates, flowers, and coloring books that he had purchased in his last round through the gift shop.
“Paul!” He smiled, holding out the assorted gifts clumsily as he walked out of a boot and tried to look back at it.
Somewhere along the way he’d already lost the other one. Oops.
“I brought you things!” Oh yes, “oh and I have something for Caitlyn. Could you give it too her? The Nurses kept chasing me with brooms out of the ER.” |
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[Jan. 5th, 2008|11:31 pm] |
Helena and Visa, Valentin's unnerving parents, were at last both gone from his place at the Ritz-Carlton and Valentin was most pleased to see them gone.
And because they were gone, Valentin could now discuss his plans more freely and without the added pressure of trying to keep those plans secret.
Plans for a vacation with Galen.
Possible job related plans, something he devised to speak to Galen about and it wasn't because he really desired to have a job, but because he wanted to stay in the country longer and even with the immunity he received he was sure that the last incident would not look good when he applied for visa renewal.
He had plans for the two of them to purchase a place together, tiring of the hotel they were staying in and desiring more...privacy.
He thought that since that he had been cooped up for awhile that tonight he would take Galen out somewhere to eat. He picked up the phone book and turned back to the yellow pages looking for restaurants. He wondered if perhaps he should ask Galen what he felt like having for dinner first...or just surprise him? |
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