01 vxdxx / actxxn

[sociomonere]

[He looks sickly, addressing the network, his skin clammy and his eyes sunken in. He looks pained as well, his mouth thin, brows creased.]

I... I need to go back. [He shudders, not because he's wet. (She's so angry, pulling so hard, like his chest is about to ripped apart, shredded by an angry beast of rust and barbs.)] I can't... be here.

[His eyes close, like he's trying to be more articulate, summon up the words, but instead he just gasps in pain, dropping the device as he himself clatters to the ground, clutching his chest.]

It's not my fault. I didn't do this...



[ooc; had to get it out of the way, his witch-bride is tres mad. Action welcome.]

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[saturniapavonia]

The good news is that yeah, it isn't your fault.

[Woah dude, are you sick?]

Just stuck here.

[Well. Ahem.]

There's a hospital.

[sociomonere]

[He's not... precisely listening because. He is really seriously having a bad moment here. Bethlehem may be frozen back home waiting for him, but there is always a little piece of her inside of him, and she knows this is all wrong. And she's furious, ripping at him until he starts to gag, starting to feel like he needs to just get it over with and throw up his heart.]

Stop _{stop stop...}

[saturniapavonia]

[Having met two truly insane people in his life, Roman is about ready to just quit and let some other good Samaritan take over after his call to cops or something. Ahem.]

Hey. Nobody is touching you.

[If Letha were here she would try to comfort him. She'd be disappointed in Roman's coldness. Shee-it.]

Look. [How is this so hard?] You need help.

[sociomonere]

[He needs help? Tallendi hears that, and he starts laughing in a really terrible way, like it hurts to do that and like he still wants to vomit. Pounding his fist on the concrete isn't a sign of violence or madness, but frustration.]

Help.

[His voice warbles when he says it, and it still isn't really clear if he's asking for it or rejecting it. There's no help. There's never been any help. (What a little liar. He's been offered freedom, and couldn't decide if it was what he really wanted.)]

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[grigio]

[Shit, kid. What the fuck happened to you?]

Do you need a ride to the hospital? I can help you out.

video:

[sociomonere]

[He probably needs a ride to the hospital, because he's not getting up and he's just on the ground, curled in a ball and shaking and begging for it all to stop.]

I'm sorry! I didn't do-- Stop... god stop it....

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[grigio]

Hang on, man. I'm...god where are you?

I'm on my way. [She'll find him. She's stubborn enough to.]


Talk t'me, kid. Where are you?

[Julie's running to her car now, digging her keys out of her pocket. Her device hangs in her free hand so everything is skewed. She checks the device on occasion for any clue as to where the boy is.]

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[sociomonere]

[At some point, he takes the device into his hands and rolls on his back. The video still shakes, but its pointed up at the surrounding buildings. It doesn't stay there very long and he's still gibbering,]

Please stop, please stop...

[His voice getting fainter with each repetition.]

[deadmanbusiness]

[Okay. Clearly not okay kid.]

Where are you?

[sociomonere]

[He has no clue, so allow him to not be helpful,]

Where... where... I didn't do it. I didn't do it. Please, stop. I'm so-- I'll... I'll...

[Halfway to promising he'll come home if she'll just stop.]

[deadmanbusiness]

Right. I'll be there in a ... as soon as I can.

[Theo remembers the kid from when he first came and so his rats do too. It's
fairly simple for him have his rats lead him to him, especially with all the extra juice he's been getting since it's near Halloween and whatever the hell has been going on in the City.]

[sociomonere]

[Little sad Tallendi on the concrete does not move an inch while Theo makes his way over. Still wracked by the angry witch ripping at his insides, he doesn't have much choice. She wants him to come home, not be helped.]

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[anunluckypenny]

Do you need help? Or a doctor?

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[sociomonere]

[Here, Penny. Let's give you a coherent reply. It comes a bit later in the afternoon. Tallendi has relocated himself to an outdoor cafe with a coffee and a cigarette (boy, you do not look old enough to be smoking.]

No. S'not a doctor thing.

[He looks pretty worn out by the whole thing though.]

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[anunluckypenny]

[Oh, that's pleasant. Penny won't mention the smoking; she doesn't know him well enough to fuss over him.]

What kind of thing is it? If it's a tired thing, I know where you can rest up.

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[sociomonere]

I need a bed.

[Which did not... answer her question...]

No money though.

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[mortemscintilla]

[ What a rattled (noisy) little bird. 'Li' plays up to the stranger's panic, the way a puppy might. He has a way of adjusting his big eyes that makes them glisten sympathetically, as he says, ]

Um ... you're not here because you did anything wrong.

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[sociomonere]

It's not my fault.

[It is. You ran.]

I... I... I'm sorry.

[Come home. Come home to me, now _now...]

[And Tallendi just groans, crumpling in on himself.]

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[mortemscintilla]

Calm down.

[ Pitched to soothe, even as a thread of firmness lurks underneath. 'Li' wouldn't let that sharp edge slip out, but Hei has no patience for hysterics and meltdowns.(A panic attack? A nervous collapse? He isn't sure what this is -- or particularly care -- unless the surface cracks and a glittery gemful of secrets tumble out for him to examine at leisure.) ]

Do you know where you are? I'll send an ambulance over.

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[sleepingstar]

[Pai watches the stranger clutch his chest and fall to the ground. Heart attack? She's never actually seen one in action; every death she's witnessed has been much more violent.

She squats down and tilts her head to get a better look at his face.]

Who are you talking to?

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[sociomonere]

[Tallendi makes a pained noise, curling away from her a little. He thinks girls are fabulous, enjoys their company and their soft skin and nice smelling hair, but Bethle is horrifically jealous, and girls getting close to him in any matter have been harmed in the past.]

The birds...

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[sleepingstar]

[Pai looks around, confused.]

Are they special birds?

[mightbeconcussed]

Hey, no one thinks you did. Whatever it is you didn't do.

[ Lucy appears on the video screen looking concerned.]

I'm Lucy. Did you just get here?

[sociomonere]

[So many pretty girls... His life is so hard... You ran. You did it. YOU ran.]

I'm sorry.

[mightbeconcussed]

[ So much confusion in her expression. ]

You don't have anything to be sorry about. It's not your fault that you're here.