Will you look down on me like everyone else? If you do I won't mind~BXB~PAFP

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    Lonely
    [color=maroon]the pain is what you make it, sadly you are so mistaken


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    Hisoka Ichirou Miura


    "Nut you could get sick..." He frowned as he pressed his back against the elevator walls.


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    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=7pt][color=maroon][i]-- nineteen --

    [color=maroon]Lonely
    [color=maroon]the pain is what you make it, sadly you are so mistaken


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    Hisoka Ichirou Miura


    ((oh my gosh i just realized that said Nut instead of but XD sorry lol))


    I frowned a bit more, "It's not like I'm buying you a whole new wardrobe. Just some things of mine I planned on throwing out anyways, I don't wear them anymore."


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    [color=maroon]Lonely
    [color=maroon]the pain is what you make it, sadly you are so mistaken


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    Hisoka Ichirou Miura


    Sighing I nodded, "Okay you win."


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    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=7pt][color=maroon][i]-- nineteen --

    [color=maroon]Lonely
    [color=maroon]the pain is what you make it, sadly you are so mistaken


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    Hisoka Ichirou Miura


    "As you please." His frown quickly vanished and turned into a bright smile. "Come on," He said as the door opened, revealing a long hallway with doors on both sides, each about fifteen feet apart. "I'm room number one-forty-nine, last one on left." He smiled and walked out of the elevator, glancing at Etsuo to see if he was following.


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    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=7pt][color=maroon][i]-- nineteen --

    [color=maroon]Lonely
    [color=maroon]the pain is what you make it, sadly you are so mistaken


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    Hisoka Ichirou Miura


    Their footsteps echoed slightly through the hallway as they walked, seeing as they were the only ones out and about right now. He stopped at a regular, oak door and slid his keys out from his pocket. "It's not much," Hisoka started as he opened the door, "But it is enough."


    As the door opened wider, it revealed a rather large and open living room. A small, white sectional decorated the nearly empty room in front of a black entertainment center. On either side of the flat screen T.V. were bookshelves that were directly connected to the bottom of the entertainment center, where the T.V. sat.


    On each side of the couch were small black side tables that contorted in odd ways to hold glass plate directly connected to the stand itself. The left table held nothing more than a small Japanese Iris, while the right had another Iris accompanied by a black house phone.


    Beside the couch rested a lilac colored rug, that was decorated with strange circle patterns. On top of it, a black coffee table sit low on small legs. With magazines to decorate it, the small piece of furniture looked more lively than anything else in the room... at first glance. Upon further examination, the room opened up, with a completely glass wall to the left of the couch. The large windowed wall let in extensive amounts of light, brightening the overall appearance.


    The wall behind the entertainment center, which was white like the rest of the non windowed walls, hung a small, lilac colored clock that ticked the second by slowly. On the other hand, the wall behind the couch, on which the door was located, were various watercolor paintings on bright, white canvases. Each one was signed [i]Hisoka M.

    with the right side of the M wrapping around the whole name.


    Smiling as he entered, Hisoka turned, shortly after quickly kicking off his shoes, back to Etsuo. "Sorry if it's a little bright sometimes, the windows were made to let in as much light as possible. But don't worry about people seeing you, the windows are also one-sided, so we can see out, but they can't see in."


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    Etsuo
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    IC: Etsuo stood forward and looked around with wide eyes, it was amazing. To Etsuo, this was like a palace. He turned and smiled, "I couldn't ask for a better place, thank you so much a..." suddenly something caught his eye, and he turned to see the paintings. His eyes flickered from each one and he stared with amazement, he then eyes the signature then whipped around to face Hisoka and grinned, his blue eyes bright, "you paint!?"

    [color=maroon]Lonely
    [color=maroon]the pain is what you make it, sadly you are so mistaken


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    Hisoka Ichirou Miura


    With a smile still on his face, Hisoka nodded with a brief chuckle. "Yes, it was a skill I learned a while back." He walked towards the paintings, and leaned against the couch as he admired the three pieces in front of him. The first, a brightly colored waterfall, had always been one of his favorites. He enjoyed admiring the different shades of the water, and the vibrant greens of the moss growing on slick rocks. His eyes flickered to the second, which was hung a bit lower than the other two to form a V pattern of sorts. This one was ornately decorated with a fall tree, its leaves displaying many shades of orange, yellow, red, and brown. Lastly, Hisoka glanced at the third, a painting of a man looking in the mirror, but instead of seeing himself, he saw a woman. His hand was pressed against the glass of the mirror, and so was hers, and with a smile on her face, they held hands through the mirror.


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    Etsuo
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    IC: Etsuo gazed at the pictures for a while, he then turned to Hisoka and smiled,
    "you're very skilled you know that?" He then turned back to the paintings and explained, "I used to draw, and paint, any type of art would do for me. I even tried once to earn some money, and I sure did, but it wasn't enough..." He gave another smile as he looked up at the paintings.
    But then he fell to the ground with a shriek.
    He grabbed his leg under scruffy trousers and pulled it up to see an infected wound, he must have got it a while back.
    And yet it slipped his mind.
    He gave another shriek as pain started to go up through his leg causing pain and he felt his forehead burning up, and then it started to go black...

    [color=maroon]Lonely
    [color=maroon]the pain is what you make it, sadly you are so mistaken


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    [color=black][size=8]and cue... THE DRAMA BOMB!!! XD




    Hisoka Ichirou Miura


    Instantly, the nineteen-year-old's bright smile faded and his eyes widened. For a moment, he stood there, too dumbfounded to process what had happened. In an instant, he was on his knees, kneeling next to Etsuo. "Etsuo? Etsuo?!" With a annoyed sigh, he scrambled for the phone and instantly began to contact the emergency facilities.


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    Etsuo
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    OCC: That's what I'm here for 8)


    IC: Etsuo writhed and wriggled in pain, he could feel the muscles in his leg tensing up in pure pain, it hurt so bad. His head just grew hotter and hotter, and as he opened his wide eyes he could only see a faint, dark and blurry outline of Hisoka.
    Knee's up to his chest, trying to get rid of the pain firing up his leg but with no effect, he felt blood starting to gash out the leg again from all the pressure.

    [color=maroon]Lonely
    [color=maroon]the pain is what you make it, sadly you are so mistaken


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    Hisoka Ichirou Miura


    Shortly after a quick, snappy, and demanding conversation with the services, Hisoka's figure was everywhere. He dashed quickly to his bathroom, wetting a rag. He stumbled awkwardly towards Etsuo, his hands shaking. Gently, he placed the cool rag on his forehead, knowing that it not only helped someone calm down, but it also helped with any sort of rising fever. If it was an infection like he had guess, that rag could be very well needed.


    After a moment of frantic thoughts, movements, and actions, Hisoka clutched Etsuo's hand. "The emergency medical services should be here any minute. You'll be fine, I swear."


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    Etsuo
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    IC: Etsuo gritted his teeth together, but felt himself feel slightly cooler as something cold and wet was placed along his forehead. He felt someone's hand, trying to remember, trying to figure out who's hand it was, but whoever it belong to he clutched it tightly, although being weak clutching the hand tightly was very gentle to the other person.
    Etsuo heard some mumbling, Hisoka? Was that his hand as well? He wished he could thank him, but every time he tried to open his mouth it would snap back shut again with pain.

    [color=maroon]Lonely
    [color=maroon]the pain is what you make it, sadly you are so mistaken


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    Hisoka Ichirou Miura


    Hisoka jumped slightly when a pounding sound resonated in the air. The door soon opened, and two men glanced at Etsuo's body on the ground. In a matter of seconds they were lowering the gurny to the other man's level.


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    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=7pt][color=maroon][i]-- nineteen --

    [color=maroon]Lonely
    [color=maroon]the pain is what you make it, sadly you are so mistaken


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    [color=black][size=8]sure ^.^
    skip as far ahead as you'd like
    it is your thread



    Hisoka Ichirou Miura



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    Etsuo
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    OCC: Yah I'll skip to the hospital, then after a chat we can skip to when he returns to Hisoka's house ^^ that okay?


    IC: Etsuo lay in the bed, the pain now gone in his leg, although he had a splitting headache. The doctors said it was good he came in when he did, otherwise they might of had to take away his leg, since the blood was almost poisoned all the way up. But they dealt with it.
    He then remembered he got the wound after running from a guy through an alleyway after he stole some of his food, that was his desperate time before he totally gave up.
    And Hisoka.
    He had to thank him, he had saved his life...again.
    But right now, he really wanted to see his friend so that he could thank him, something he felt like he really needed to do.