| Hawkins Mental { Brian & Jimmy } |
[02 Apr 2009|01:21pm] |
After reading the comment from Jimmy on his journal, Brian grinned a bit to himself. He chewed his bottom lip as he debated whether or not to actually go over to Jimmy's or tell him to come over to his own room. He decided that Jimmy had said to come see him, which meant that he trusted him not to turn the room upside down like Syn had the last time he'd been there. That was a bracing, comforting thought for sure. It seemed Jimmy didn't hate him for what his alter did, and was still gloating over, for the record. Brian couldn't tell if Syn was upset because it hadn't pushed Jimmy away or if he just didn't care, but he had his bets on the second. Syn had started caring less and less about things, hence why he was out almost all the time. It seemed he'd pretty much just given up. All the bruises and marks except for the bite mark on his collarbone had healed, but that one was in the process, scarring over and turning a strange pink against his unnaturally pale skin as it pushed up the scab. He'd been picking at it, just because it was one of his mindless things but he hadn't ripped it off yet.
It'd been a few days since he'd actually taken his hoodie off completely and it had just been roughly pulled on and left unzipped and exposing his chest, so he just zipped it up and shoved his hands in his pockets after running his fingers through his hair. He forced himself to stop chewing on his lip after a second and slipped out of his room. He'd recently woken up so he hadn't even bothered turning on his computer. He'd rather talk to someone in person than over the internet anyway, and he just hoped he wasn't going to wake Jimmy up. Then again, it was getting toward noon so maybe he'd get lucky and not wake his friend up.
He stepped out of his room for the first time in probably a week, glancing around idly before licking his lips and making his way through the halls to Jimmy's room. Once he got there through the winding corridors, he pulled one hand out of his pockets, knocking softly but firmly because he didn't hesitate - it wasn't Syn's pseudo-cop knock, that was for sure, though - and leaning against the door frame. He only really felt comfortable walking into Pete's room without knocking first. Maybe that'd change eventually, but for now, he waited, forcing himself to stop chewing on his lip, damn it.
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| Mick/James { Hawkins :: Remenissions } |
[17 Mar 2009|08:30pm] |
Mick had stormed off to his room after his fight with Jimmy, his throat fucking hurting like hell and it was making it hard to breathe. Every inhale stung like a bitch. Not to mention, the back of his head was pounding from where he was slammed against the wall and he fucking hated it. This wasn't the pain he liked to get off on, and that pissed him off.
It was only ten minutes after sitting around in his room that he decided he was going to talk to James. If anyone would care, it'd be him. As much as he didn't want to be told he was a disappointment for forgetting whatever James had helped him with before, he really had missed the doctor, and he didn't know who else he could turn to. Syn wouldn't necessarily give a shit.
So there he was: standing in front of James' office door, staring at the number on the door before he let his eyes slip shut. His chest was tight and his headache had doubled over, but he still lifted his hand and knocked lightly on the door. He just hoped he was here after all this forcing himself to come here.
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| Hawkins Mental { Mick/Syn :: Reunited } |
[14 Mar 2009|08:20am] |
When Mick had seen the comment that Syn had left on his journal, he could've swore he'd felt his heart skip a beat or three. He hadn't seen Syn in almost three years, and that was way too long. He remembered very clearly their time at the Pacifica Hospital, and just those thoughts alone were making his blood race with excitement. Despite the fact that he was rather irked that Jimmy was here and that his last institution didn't do their research, that didn't seem to matter at the moment. Syn was here. Nothing could ruin this place now.
The instant Syn told him what room was his, Mick closed his laptop and slid off the bed, not even bothering to slip on his shoes as he exited his messy room. His jeans were ripped and hanging from his hips loosely and his shirt was a little too big, but he didn't care. With Syn, he honestly didn't expect them to stay on long at all anyway.
He finally found the room that Syn sent him to and he grinned excitedly, knocking on the door four times before taking a small step back, moving his hands behind his back as he rocked back on his heels. He could barely hold in his excitement, but he knew he had to with Syn. He didn't want to piss him off right off the bat and ruin his chances after all these years.
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