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Post by Jules on Mar 12, 2008 23:49:28 GMT -5
David reeled back and landed oh so gracefully on his ass, looking stunned as the jaw started to almost instantneously swell and darken. He stared up at Gavin for a long moment, and then, suprisingly, broke into a smile.
"Thanks for that." He muttered. "I know I'm a piece of shit. I'm sorry about everything. I didn't think anything was possible with Samantha, and when I found out otherwise, it was just really impossible to control....and I never meant to hurt you or screw you over."
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 13, 2008 0:35:28 GMT -5
"Thanks?" Gavin demanded, staring at David. "You are seriously messed up. I punched you in the jaw and you thanked me?"
Though, he did have to admit, he felt a lot better for having punched David in the jaw.
"I've been saying it for ages, but you really need psychotherapy or something. And I'm still too angry to accept your apology 'cause I think I'd like to punch you again for trying to off yourself."
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Post by Jules on Mar 13, 2008 0:41:32 GMT -5
David just kind of sat there looking a little bovine. He was more then a little dazed by everything that had happened recently and it seemed to all be catching up with him.
"I wouldn't really mind you punching me again." He admitted and flopped onto his back with a listless sigh.
"You should've let me off myself, Gavin. I don't really have anything to be here for anymore."
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 13, 2008 0:59:46 GMT -5
Gavin really didn't need any more invitation and punched David again. "You git. You have... well, not... a lot of reasons to live, but there's no reason to jump off a building 'cause I got angry at you."
He shook out his hand. "Look, take up landscaping. Buy a dog. Write a novel. Take a pottery class or something. Find a reason to live. David, just because you were a crappy friend and sort of ruined any chances I have had or will have at getting a girlfriend doesn't mean that you should kill yourself. Just means whenever I see you for the next... oh, I dunno, three months I'll want to punch your face in."
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Post by Jules on Mar 13, 2008 9:50:52 GMT -5
While most of what Gavin was saying was exactly why David felt like he had to throw himself off the top of a building, he didn't think the Knight errant quite understood.
The second punch split skin and a small welt appeared. He welcomed this minor pain that helped distract the bigger one going on inside. It went so completely agaisnt his nature what he'd done, that David couldn't quite see it being possible him living much longer. But he supposed telling Gavin this wouldn't be such a good idea. He didn't want to be put on suicide watch. It might interfere with his life, having a Knight who felt both inclined to punch him and stop him from killing himself every time he saw him.
"Look, Gavin. I feel horrible about that,, more then you can know. It hurts....like physically hurts. I don't want to spend the rest of my life ridiculously drunk or in crippling pain."
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 13, 2008 15:32:38 GMT -5
Gavin rolled his eyes. "Oh, come off it David. It's not like we've stopped being friends or whatever. I'm just bloody furious with you. It's not like I will be forever."
He shook out his hand and decided that punching David twice was enough externalization for the time being. "So. I don't really want to talk about it, or whatever it is you're supposed to do when you save someone from offing themselves to make them feel better, because I'm still bloody furious, but, er... I guess chivalry demands it."
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Post by Jules on Mar 13, 2008 22:47:17 GMT -5
David grunted and sat up.
"I don't want to talk about it either." He protested, and slowly, awkwardly got to his feet, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. And he really didn't feel like having a heart to heart with Gavin who was likely to snort a lot more and then punch him and then pin him back to the roof. He just wanted to go home, get drunk and figure out a new plan.
"I'm just going to go home."
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 13, 2008 23:39:08 GMT -5
"And OD on sleeping pills or die of alcohol poisoning?" Gavin glared. "Not on your life. Someone has to value it, since you don't."
Gavin folded his arms across his chest. "You're not leaving this roof until you swear to me you're not going to do something stupid again."
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Post by Jules on Mar 13, 2008 23:43:14 GMT -5
Well, if it would appease him, what did it matter? It wasn't like anything could actually hold him to the oath anymore. He had no pride left, obviously, no sense of honor. He was a depraved scumbag who didn't really deserve a friend like Gavin.
"Fine, fine I swear. I wasn't planning on it anyway. Not really. Punching helped,"
Discreetly, childishly behind his back David's fingers were crossed.
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 19, 2008 13:16:57 GMT -5
"It could be the blind rage talking," Gavin said, arms crossed, "but I somehow don't believe you. Not really planning on offing yourself when I found you about to jump off of a building. What the hell, David? I know you're a worse liar than I am, but what made you think I'd believe that? I may have worse luck than an unshod horse whose just dashed through a mirror into a glue factory, but I've never gotten a blow to the head hard enough to make me believe that. Do I need to stake out your house or something? What the hell's so wrong that's made you more pathetic than me? That takes a lot."
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Post by Jules on Mar 22, 2008 22:10:06 GMT -5
David made a frustrated noise that could've possible been an attempt to express the depth of conflict going on inside him.
"WHAT'S WRONG!? Are you bloody KIDDING ME!? I'm on the edge of a freakin' building ready to jump off because I thought it might be fun, or because I had a bad day. Is that what you think? YOU DON'T GET IT. The one girl in the entire world that I'll ever be able to like as more then a friend ever I can't have because my friend FANCIES her and because I'm such a BLOODY GOOD friend I can no longer do anything about it. BUT I WANT TO. But my friend part doesn't and that makes me feel like someone let loose a tiger on my innards. It's got nothing to do with being PATHETIC. It's got to do with being in CRIPPLIN PAIN THAT ISN'T LIKELY TO GO AWAY."
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 25, 2008 21:27:34 GMT -5
"WELL FINE," Gavin snapped.
He then discovered he was at a loss of what to day. On the one hand, David had ruined Gavin's chances. On the other hand, Gavin had ruined David's in a far more lasting way, and David was much less mentally stable and had the emotional highs and lows of one of those roller-coasters that seemed to defy the laws of physics and were greatly in vogue with adolescent boys everywhere.
"GET COUNSELING ALREADY AND FOR GOD'S SAKE STOP BLAMING ME FOR YOUR PROBLEMS! I HAVE ENOUGH OF MY OWN!" He considered this. "Well, actually... not in comparision. But David, what the hell do you want me to do?"
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Post by Jules on Mar 25, 2008 21:49:36 GMT -5
"Leave me alone!" Forgive me. "Just screw off." I can't really stand too much longer.
David, impaired by some invisible yet ghastly wound, hobbled away from the Knight towards the fire escape (a new fad in Dreamland, WONDER WHY) that had lead him up here in the first place. David, who had always appeared youthful, if mature was now looking more and more like an old man and the difference was disconcerting.
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 25, 2008 22:00:04 GMT -5
"Well, fine," Gavin snapped. "Be that way. I won't talk to you or Samantha, and you can go and freaking wallow in your misery."
Dammit, he hated feeling powerless. He hated when he couldn't do anything in the face of a problem he couldn't ignore.
"I'm going to stake out your house if I hear you tried to off yourself again!"
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Post by Jules on Mar 25, 2008 22:25:39 GMT -5
David just couldn't take it anymore and as he scrambled as best as he could manage down the fire escape he had to come to a pause and rest his feverish forhead agaisnt a cool iron rung. "Give up the Knightly Duty thing. I'm not a woman and you don't really give a shit." He called from his less then conversation facillitating position.
If Gavin would just stop with the chivalerous act it would make everything a whole lot easier on everyone. David could hardly make sense of the mesh of complete and utter chaos that his emotions had become but he could deduce one thing: his life was now utter shit.
He couldn't make sense of much, but that point was painfully clear.
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