Gerard strolled casually into the playground, sketchbook and pen in hand as he tried to pick a subject of a new drawing. Maybe a tree? The playground? A child? Gerard pondered to himself as he searched for a bench to sit at. Then, like their paths were supposed to cross, Gerard saw the same boy from yesterday, seated at a bench with a space just for him. Gerard inhaled a deep breath before walking over and silently taking a sat beside him. He didn't speak at first. He just opened up his sketchbook and let his pen hover above the clean page. His eyes scanned tirelessly for a subject, and suddenly he commented, "The paint came out well."
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Gerard smiled a little, glad that Frank was so easy to have control over and he lead him into the store, straight to the back where the handcuffs were displayed in all shapes and sizes. "Take your pick, baby." Gerard purred, glancing over at the cashier who looked as bored as ever.
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"That's alright." Gerard continued, concentrating on a boy who was playing in the sandpit, beginning to sketch the young child. "It will go away one day. Nothing lasts forever." He said casually, biting on his tongue.
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Gerard reached over and took the hand cuffs which Frank reluctantly picked out and he handed then to him. "Take this to the counter, I'll see you there in a minute, you hear me?" He raised an eyebrow at him dominantly.
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Gerard furrowed his eyebrows after realising he disliked the drawing and he let out a sigh before turning to a fresh page, beginning again.
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Gerard came back with latex gloves, a blindfold and a gag. He placed the items next to the handcuffs and then glanced at Frank knowingly. "You're not allergic to anything, baby?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at him before looking at the cashier.
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[ Yes! Something like that xD ]Ryan bit down on his lip, hard. He couldn't believe how desperate he sounded with his plea. Seriously? Ryan inwardly groaned at his stupidity and the fact that he was the one running back to Brendon. He always thought that Brendon, if he even cared about Ryan at all, would be the one bounding back to Ryan like a lovesick puppy, but obviously it wasn't the case for it was Ryan who had been up all of last night wondering whether he should call, and now he was doing it. He was subtly asking if he could have Brendon again.
Ryan stuttered and then rushed out, "Oh, yeah... Not the other... Yeah... I, uh... Just the first part... I'll come." Then he squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to regain his composure. I mean, this was really hard on Ryan. He had never really been much of a speaker, nor would he ever beg for anything from anyone else, but, alas, there he was, desperately imploring Brendon to allow Ryan to see him again. "I'll be there as soon as I can." Ryan mumbled monotonously, but if someone knew Ryan well enough, the hint of eagerness could be clear in his voice. "Like... I still remember where you live... I... Yeah. See you soon."
A slight, relieved smile sprawled across his face. It was rare of him to smile, but really, what else could you expect? Ryan was so ecstatic; finally, he could see Brendon's perfect features once again. This moment used to be only something he'd see in his dreams, the illusions of Brendon after Ryan worked tirelessly to count sheep, relax, breathe deep just so he could feel like he was still with him.
When Ryan cancelled the call, he went straight to his bedroom, trying to make himself seem somehow a little more presentable. It was hard, considering he had dark rings under his eyes from the lack of sleep, and really he couldn't even remember the last time he showered. Everything had been so empty but such a blur nevertheless. Finally, when he felt a little more prepared than before, he left his house and drove to Brendon's; a place he could never forget.
It still looked just the same, Ryan thought as he gazed at the house. Barely anything had changed, which Ryan was very thankful about. Ryan still needed to hold onto an image which reminded him of the good old times; this house was perfect. Nervously trudging up to the front door, Ryan hesitated. F*ck. This was a terrible idea. Ryan shouldn't have been so dumb; what was he thinking? He panicked for a moment, completely conflicted with the fear and want to see Brendon that suddenly he rapped his knuckles against the door. This was it. After all these years, Ryan could finally see Brendon once again.
//Don't worry about it! They're really nice posts and *whispers* mine are rushed too...
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[ Accepted !! I love you're character ^^ I guess you can just jump straight in. Nothing has really happened yet, apart from a drac attack (omg that rhymes) and Cyan getting shot. Also, if you do feel like sharing your plots, you can happily PM me :3 ]
Ooc: Wallflower, ahhhhhh! I was, like, uber shocked when I read that post. I was like, "Nooo Cyan don't die already!!!"
Ghoul leapt angrily towards the van, not really taking care of his safety as he wildly fired at the dracs, much like a wild beast.
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Gerard briefly looked over at Frank and then returned to his work, "Because that's not him." He replied vaguely.
Ooc: I may take a little while to reply, I have to study simultaneous equations again. I've totally forgotten what to do and I have homework about it due in tomorrow xD
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Gerard subtly rolled his eyes, handing the cashier money. "Shame, baby." He cooed fakely before uttering, "Take the bag?" He took a hold of his hand again, looking over at him.
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Ooc: Ew what is this thing you call homework.
"No, it wasn't him. I defined the eyes too boldly; I drew him happy, way too happy. That boy over there is not happy. I can tell." Gerard explained as he redrew the drawing, trailing his tongue slowly over his lips.
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Frank scowled angrily, ignoring Party's voice and heading straight towards the van's passenger door. How many dracs were even in the car? He flinched at the electrical sound of a raygun popping, a laser narrowly missing his head. His scowl soon turned into a grimace and he leapt away, crouching before firing upwards. He was pretty certain that he had killed off the last drac since there was no laser beams being fired at him afterwards. He kept his guard up, though, aiming his gun at the window as he panted softly. Finally, he lowered his gun and glanced over at Party
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Frank raised his head when he heard Party call him and he immediately stood up and trudged over, glancing at Cyan with concern. "Are you alright?" He asked, shoving his raygun back into his holster. Then he looked at Party, "Would you like me to phone Dr Death?" He asked obediently.
[ Woah, nice post, nix! I'm way too lazy to make a long post xD ]
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Gerard paused briefly, looking over at the boy playing in the sand. He observed him for a while before concluding, "Well... He has rings underneath his eyes. It tells us a lot about him; he's been through a lot in his short life. And the way he throws the sand... He lashes out very defensively. Perhaps he's been abused?" He suggested before shrugging and continuing his work.
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Gerard began to slowly walk towards the door, feigning the sweetest smile at the cashier before urging Frank along dominantly.
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[ Ahahaha I can totally see what you mean, though. I usually can come out with at least one chunky paragraph per post but it's nearly midnight here in England and I'm super tired. This may be my last post before I log off so nighty night guys! :) ]
Ghoul had watched Cyan and Party, deciding to follow them into the diner before he'd call Dr Death, but another BLI van caught his attention. He cursed loudly and rose his raygun again, standing threateningly as he glared at the girl who exited the vehicle. "Who are you?" He demanded, furrowing his eyebrows. This girl couldn't be part of BL/ind... Or was she?
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Gerard froze again at Frank's words and a coy smile played on his lips. "Teach you?... Of course I will. I'm a great teacher." He stated before finishing off his drawing. "I'm Gerard." He suddenly continued, neatening his piece.
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Gerard stalked to the car and then opened the door for him. "Get in. We've got places to go." He stated, trusting the man enough to leave him to get in the car himself whilst Gerard walked around to the other side of the car.
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[ Really?! Whoop whoop! I live in a country house in the Worcestershire area (My neighbours are seriously just a bunch of cows) Ahaha I used to be able to do that but I now just wake up uber early. I've kind of been awake now since 4:30 xD ]
Ghoul hesitated, his raygun still fixed on the girl cautiously before he asked, "So... You'll help fix her?" He asked. He had heard something Dr Death had said about this odd clinic which had been set up, and he was pretty certain DDD liked the idea of having it around. So, Ghoul finally lowered the gun, accepting the girl's arrival.
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Gerard chuckled when the both of them were in the car and, as he placed the shopping bag in the backseat, Gerard stated, "Good boy." Then, he switched the car on and pulled off, driving out of the town.