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Post by John Bristow on Dec 4, 2010 20:41:47 GMT -5
"Y-yea" he grabbed his red paint stained gloves and tried not to place all of his weight on Laszlo. In a few moments they were upstairs and John was falling to the bed still crying but now able to form scentences.
"I- am so sorry, I didn't mean- I forgot about the gloves."
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Post by László on Dec 4, 2010 20:51:17 GMT -5
Being careful, too, he sat down next to John, putting one arm around his shoulders. László had calmed by now, for the most part, though he still felt vaguely ill.
"It's all right. It's not like you go around trying to see into my head all the time."
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Post by John Bristow on Dec 4, 2010 23:14:46 GMT -5
"I knew terrible things had happened to you" he stuttered "but they're your business, if you wanted me to know you would have told me. I- it-" he reached in to the side table and grabbed a pair of black gloves and pulled them on.
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Post by László on Dec 5, 2010 0:01:32 GMT -5
"Well...yes..."
He swallowed back a shudder. Maybe he wasn't as okay as he thought.
"But when exactly is the right time to tell someone you were raped?"
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Post by John Bristow on Dec 5, 2010 19:57:51 GMT -5
John closed his eyes to try and keep the dizziness at bay "I don't know and oh god dammit" he pushed his hands to his eyes "I am so sorry."
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Post by László on Dec 5, 2010 21:43:21 GMT -5
László wrapped John in his arms, the irreverant side of him a bit amused at the fact that, even though HE was the one that had been hurt, John was a worse mess right now.
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Post by John Bristow on Dec 6, 2010 1:20:01 GMT -5
This was because John had never experienced first hand what Laszlo had, he'd seen it happen, but he'd never... felt it. But through the effect of his powers, he was able to live the experience, so was now simply trying to regain his mind to explain to it.
It didn't happen to him.
After a few minutes John wiped his nose, the tears finally subsiding "It's hard to explain-" he began "-how my powers work. Sometimes, I only see the most recent memories, sometimes I can read minds, and sometimes, such as with this, I completely live the memory in my own mind. So what you felt, both emotionally and physically-" he looked up at Laszlo, his eyes glistened and red "-I feel it too."
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Post by László on Dec 6, 2010 2:08:23 GMT -5
Knowing too well the feelings that situation had evoked, he had to suppress a shudder and hugged John tighter.
"At least, you've got someone who understands, somebody to talk to. I just had to move on or else and try to forget it." He shook his head.
"Obviously, I didn't forget."
Not that one ever could, and while perhaps his way of dealing with it wasn't a normal one, he'd since moved on.
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Post by John Bristow on Dec 7, 2010 13:39:18 GMT -5
He nodded and leaned his head in to Laszlo's chest "You tried to" he whispered "it was buried deep in your mind."
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Post by László on Dec 7, 2010 15:21:49 GMT -5
"Couldn't dwell on it. But out there you have to shove everything into the back of your mind. Or, that's what I did."
Almost absent-mindedly, he stroked John's hair.
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Post by John Bristow on Dec 8, 2010 1:07:39 GMT -5
John nodded "I remember some of the ladies I knew when I was young, sometimes they'd come home bloodied and bruised and pretend as if nothing happened. They always said whatever puts food on the table."
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Post by László on Dec 8, 2010 1:15:05 GMT -5
"That's it. When there's no other choice, you can't really stop."
His gaze grew distant.
"I could fall back on pickpocketing, sometimes. I couldn't always, I wasn't very good at it and I was always afraid I'd get caught. But, well, it always came back to standing out there."
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Post by John Bristow on Dec 8, 2010 1:19:27 GMT -5
"We do what we need to do... to survive."
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Post by László on Dec 8, 2010 1:26:03 GMT -5
"Yes."
Even run away to a foreign land.
He sighed. Thinking about that wasn't very productive.
"How are you feeling? Any better?"
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Post by John Bristow on Dec 8, 2010 1:30:12 GMT -5
John gave an unintentional exaggerated nod.
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