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| Chthonic | Apr 25 2010, 03:45 PM Post #1 |
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Bare feet touched cold concrete floors, the sound of rumpling sheets and a light groan coming as Jayden sat up with a yawn, pushing his deep black hair from his red-rimmed eyes. His head throbbed as he sat upright, a now long familiar feeling, as was the fatigue that weighted his lithe frame. Rising from his bed, Jayden shuffled down the hall into his tiny bathroom, not even bothering to glance in the spider-cracked mirror that hung above his dingy sink. He knew what he'd find anyway. Blank eyes and a drawn face. It had been this way as long as he could remember, long nights hearing them, trying to force them from his consciousness, and the past few months it had only gotten worse. He never spoke of it with anyone. Who would believe him anyway? He wasn't even sure he believed it. Who would believe that for as long as he could remember, he could hear things other people couldn't. He called the The Voices. Sometimes, they were just whispers, like conversation picked up but not really heard, and others...they were screaming. He'd convinced himself he was crazy. He had to be. No one heard voices. Then his mother had died. Jayden had stood by her graveside, unable to cry, unable to even feel, and then he'd heard her voice. At first, he cringed away from it, shoving the presence away. It wasn't his mother. She was dead! And then that voice had said things he couldn't have known, things only she could've told him. It was the first time Jayden believed that this thing, whatever it was, might not be because he was crazy. Jayden popped open the medicine cabinet, rummaging through the collection of pain killers he had stored there. Aspirin, Tylenol, codeine, Vicodin...anything to relieve the constant pressure in his head. He dumped the contents onto the bathroom counter, carefully counting them before selecting a handful and taking them dry, feeling the familiar sensation of the pills going down his throat. He'd need more soon. What he had left would barely see him through the end of the day. He hated his reliance on the medications, but he hated the pain more. His doctors told him stress, told him migraines, and though he hated the lying too, he didn't feel he had any other course of action. Jayden dressed quickly, grabbing up his iPod and jamming the little buds in his ears, turning the volume up as high as the tiny device would allow. It helped to drown out the constant noise, even if it did make his head pound. Heading out his apartment, he nodded to the security guard whose greeting had gone unheard as it always did, and pushed out into the busy streets of the city. He didn't need to look up from the sidewalk, knowing his destination by heart. He navigated the crowds and corners, only looking up to cross the street, and barely even then, until he strode through the doors of his local pharmacy and up to the counter, taking his ear buds out long enough to talk to the man behind it. "Yeah..I have a prescription to pick up." Jayden could tell his voice sounded hoarse, if not a bit pained, as he closed his eyes shut for a moment against the harsh fluorescents overhead. He really did hate those damned things. He knew the man was talking to him again, asking him things, and he gave his name more on habit than actually hearing him speak. His head gave another painful throb, worse than the last, and Jayden actually raised a hand to rub at his temples. "Alright, you have four this time, it looks like. Tylenol 3, Vicodin...." Jayden just nodded along with the pharmacist as his order was rattled off. It was just another invasive noise, and his head was really starting to throb. The lights seemed to grow brighter in the store until that was all there was and then that sickeningly familiar sensation Jayden could only describe as claustrophobia rushed over him, making his breath come in short little pants. "I think that's the last of it....Hey..Are you alright? Sir?" The pharmacists voice was a distant buzzing. There were so many, so many voices he couldn't pick them out anymore. An overwhelming static, as i someone had just turned up the volume in his head. God, not here...not now... Jayden took a few drunken steps away from the counter, only to stagger, his world spinning violently. He saw more than felt the dingy white linoleum come rushing towards him. He thought he heard the man speaking, maybe it was another voice...it all sounded so far away, and it was getting farther, until everything was suddenly silent. ============================================================ This had been a topic I RP'd back on SBY with Kya, but that had gotten abandoned. I would LOVE to revive it, and if Kya's alright, leave it open. I would like your character to be a doctor/nurse/psych consul maybe? that Jayden will meet in the ER. I'd also like your character to have some ties to the occult, be it mild sensitivity to anything/level you wish. I'd like to have your character help expose Jayden to others like him and help him learn better control. As an overseeing plot, I thought it'd be cool to have some seriously bad juju rising soon, hence setting off Jayden's abilities more than usual. Anyways, lemme know what you think, and we can tweak it from there! |
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| dyed_blackx | May 19 2010, 07:30 PM Post #2 |
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] DO WANT. <3 Con Montalvo- http://i977.photobucket.com/albums/ae258/V...ianGuyForRP.jpg [ "Make it stop... Make it stop.. Make it stop.." "The pain.. it's too much.. just let me die.. please.. " "S'il vous plait... s'il vous plait.." ".. What is going on..?" ".. Why can't anyone see me..." A pair of thin, pale lips came together into a tight frown. A blue ink pen cursing over the rough texture of a thick hospital document. The document was almost too familiar, working with trauma patients it almost always ended with this.. The sad cursive of the certificate title. It was a sickening piece of paper. If not sickening, totally insignificant, because he had found the truth in the voices. What this paper was could easily be assumed-- the last document your family should ever sign on your behalf. The Death Certificate. Your birth date, the date you died-- your name in beautiful cursive letters.. And the doctors signature whom quoted you dead on site. The hospital gave 3-5 perfect copies for your family to keep. The remembrance of someone's dead loved one on a certificate, the piece of paper you usually achieve for awards... It made no sense to Con. But it was something he had to fill out, or he would loose his job. Pity, though.. That the very people that died had to watch him press his signature. Keenly they watched over his shoulder, and even though he couldn't see them, he could clearly hear them questioning. "I'm dead.. oh god, I'm dead.. Why.. Why.. You did this to me!" That was a very familiar saying, though. Those lips separated finally, releasing a hot breath as he slid the documents into a yellow file and stood from his desk. It was almost time for him to return to the E.R. He only had a few hours for paperwork each night, but plenty of sleepless nights treating patients and leading surgeries. "The surgery was a success.. But your heart could not stand reviving twice after you went into failure." Con spoke, just silently enough that the nurses outside wouldn't be able to hear him. The spirit sobbed quietly, as Con drowned out all of the other voices whispering and concentrated on this lost man. It was a quality that took years to accomplish but it was nice having nights without whispers and screams. "I cannot completely help you find the light. I am still in training--" ".. Training..?" "Please leave the hospital and find Nancy Youthridge." Carrying the file out, he opened the door to his office and halted in his tracks as a young man was being sped through the hallway on a trolly. Handing the file to one of the nurses and quickly following the rush of people. |
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| Chthonic | Jun 8 2010, 09:18 PM Post #3 |
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{SQUEE! Sosrry I was gone so long with a broken lappy and no access to the site. I hope you'll still play the topic, I loved your post and it's the perfect flavor I'd wanted this to take.} There was motion. Fast and hurried motion and flashing lights and noise. So much noise. What's happening? Jayden's body was coming back to him, a throbbing mass of pain and confusion. He was lying somewhere. There were people yelling. Where am I? Fingers spread, trying to find some purchase. Rough cloth beneath him. Someone roughly grabbed an arm and a prick sent his eyes snapping open. Brightness. Blinding. Another prick, this time longer. Something sticky followed. Oh God, no! Jayden fought to regain control of his limbs, trying to push away the phantom people he still felt bustling about him, but more hands just the first and he felt himself being restrained. Please! I can't! Please not there! His voice wouldn't rise, and if it would, he couldn't seem to make his lips form words. Panic flared through him. He couldn't handle that place. That place of death and sickness and pain and life and birth and joy. He felt it getting closer as the brightness began to fade into hazy focus. There were metal doors and white. The smell of disinfectant made him gag. Doors opened with a whoosh of cold air. Jayden screamed. |
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| dyed_blackx | Jun 9 2010, 10:58 PM Post #4 |
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^n^ Yaay, I'm so glad you liked it. ]]] Another punk who took too many Excedrin. Con rubbed the bridge of his nose before he took the chart from the nurse who walked quickly beside him as he followed the stretcher. "Vitals?" "Normal, no external wounds, pulse is normal," She exclaimed, pulling the pages over the back of the clipboard, "Blood pressure is 120/80, normal, no fever. Paramedics said he had passed out in the pharmacy lobby approximately 45 minutes to an hour ago. He keeps screaming out in pain as if there's someone yelling at him; maybe psychological trauma?" The doctor moved and stopped outside of the curtained area that the patient occupied, glancing at him for a moment to take an estimate at how young he was-- before turning back and staring. There, laying on the bed in thrashing pain was a replica of what Con Montalvo was six years ago. But of course, he wasn't as lucky as to find someone else who was the same as him up until 4 years ago. "Tie him down; use the cloth buckles, not the straps. He's in shock, pump him with a little of morphine!" Con said, setting down the clipboard and rushing over to the side of the bed. Nudging by the nurse who was standing with the IV and slowly inserted the small dosage of muscle relaxer. He knew this man must've been hearing every last soul in the building; even those who haven't even died yet roamed the halls. A few even watched them as Con's hand rest atop of Jayden's forehead and stroked his head back. Just push them away-- just listen to me. I'm more important then they are. Listen to me. Jayden. JAYDEN. He spoke telepathy, pretending he was taking the boy's pulse again by the pressure point in his jaw. |
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| Chthonic | Jun 10 2010, 02:39 AM Post #5 |
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"OR...two...347...room four...four..teen...six...it was six o'clock..." Gasping, rambling, Jayden's consciousness was overwhelmed with the sounds of those dying and those yet to live. The noise was overwhelming. All there was was noise. Screaming, crying, begging, bargaining, as if he had any decision in the fates of those clambering to be heard. Where am I? Why can't they hear me?! No! No! No! So many voices. Jayden let out a low, keening wail, barely registering more needles, more hands holding him down, his frail body succumbing to exhaustion. Jayden..! This voice stood above the others, drawing his focus, knowing his name. ...more important........listen.......Jayden...... It's presence seemed to drown out the others, louder, commanding. "You're dead! You're all dead! I can't......" choked out the young man. Go away....please... There were so many, there shouldn't be so many. Jayden begged the voices, but the only pressed harder, deeper into his psyche, making his breath come ragged and his heart race. Teeth clenched against the pain and Jayden's too thin frame writhed in his pristine white bed sheets that only served to make his pale skin look even sicklier and the dark bags under his eyes starker. JAYDEN! His head spun violently, sickeningly as his bloodshot eyes fought to focus on something solid, but all was awash in light, like an overexposed photograph. A face began to take form, looming above him and his eyes dizzily tried to focus on it's features, focus on something in this sea of sensation. He could hear his name and the incessant, rapid beeping of machines, feel the sting of something in his arm and the bruising force of the hands restraining his struggling body. And then those eyes. Dark, stern and yet...something else...concerned? Jayden's brow knit, slick with sweat and desperate eyes meet those dark ones. |
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| dyed_blackx | Jun 10 2010, 10:30 AM Post #6 |
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That's it. Do not listen to them-- they're not important.. Con finished taking the boys pulse as Jayden's thrashing started to tone down a bit, settling his stethoscope over his neck as he looked down and realized the nurse hadn't properly pushed the needle inside his patience's arm. The section had cleared, knowing that Jayden would calm down and once he was sleeping they could move in and do exactly what Con told them to do. Gently, he fixed the needle, trying to cause as little pain as possible, as it slid comfortably the way it was supposed to. "You caused a lot of ruckus here, Jayden." He said aloud, so he wouldn't seem to unsociable-- looking as if he was looking at the keyboard to grab his name even though he already clearly knew it. "I gave you a bit of muscle relaxer so you can tone down a bit," Con exclaimed, leaning over him and making sure they had eye contact. It was apparent Jayden clearly tried to push his abilities away instead of trying to understand them--- something Con was known for in the past as well. But the dead aren't something to ignore-- especially if you one of the rare ones who have the ability to lead them to the next world. I'll help you sleep until we can get some time alone so I can help you understand all of this. I think you need that much. Con glanced around for a moment before swiping his hand through Jayden's hair and leaned down, kissing the center of his temple. It was just a peck-- but something strong enough that filled all of the unbuilt barriers in Jayden's mind. They were temporary-- but the voices would dull down to a mere murmur now. |
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| Chthonic | Jun 11 2010, 12:30 PM Post #7 |
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Jayden stared up at the other man, confusion in his tired eyes. Who WAS this man?! His voice, it had been his voice he had heard, hadn't it? But how? No one had ever spoken to him before, at least no one who wasn't dead or who didn't even realize they were doping it. no one had ever spoken so directly to him. How? The man reached over, adjusting Jayden's IV, and the gentleness surprising. In Jayden's rather extensive hospital experience, no one was gentle with the potential "drug-addicted crazies". Even less so when they noticed the scars running in crosshatch over his wrists. Jayden started a little when that calm, assertive voice sounded in his head again. 'll help you sleep until we can get some time alone so I can help you understand all of this. I think you need that much. This time there was no denying the the man beside him was indeed talking to him the way The Voices did. Was that even possible? Delicate brows knitted over hazy eyes as Jayden just continued to stare at the doctor, studying him intently. Jayden had never encountered another living soul like him, if it could be assumed that this doctor was like him at all. Jayden had no idea if he could 'talk' to other people, maybe this was different. And yet, something in the man's aura told Jayden he understood. Heh, maybe it was the muscle relaxer, but Jayden almost trusted the guy. His confusion only deepened when the man leaned over, getting so close that Jayden started to pull away. "What...?" The other man was so close, and Jayden's heart started to flutter in panic. Closer still, and then.... A simple peck on the forehead. Jayden might've screamed Rape if not for the sudden and almost deafening silence. As it was, he just stared back at the man with wide-eyed shock. "You're not a normal doctor, are you?' his voice came out cracked with a touch of drawl. The muscle relaxers were starting to do their job, and Jayden could feel the delicate tug of a heavy sleep pulling at him. |
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| dyed_blackx | Jun 11 2010, 03:30 PM Post #8 |
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"No, I'm just like you. But, I'm a doctor." Con pulled away, giving a rare, gentle smile down at him as he pushed his glasses up and turned to the side. Giving a final glance to him. "Get some rest. When you wake up, you'll be in a better place. And it won't be heaven or hell, either." More-so, Jayden would have the best sleep he'd ever had since he was probably ever born. Nancy had been the one that found Con-- laying out in an alleyway mumbling nothings to himself, trying to keep himself sane without becoming victim to all of the voices. At a young age, Con had been abandoned by his parents at an orphanage because of his unique nothings; speaking to inatimate objects. His parents had been highly christian, and when seeing he was talking to absolutely nothing, with furniture floating around his room they immediately thought he was something demonic. His lack of persistance of studying his powers lowered when he was succombed to tons of chores and abandonment by the two people he sought to be his heroes. Instead, the voices got louder, and louder, and when he was old enough he was kicked out of the orphanage to live on his own. He had a good education, no matter how rambled his head was-- but headaches often gave him migraines and he couldn't finish college. It wasn't until Nancy had become his mentor and motherfigure did he begin to control the voices and the powers his body had built up over the years. Closing the curtain to Jayden's bed, he turned to the nurse and handed her the clipboard. "I am going to move him when I return from my office. Please do not move him or allow him to check out. He still needs tests done." "Yes, sir." Turning quickly, he started down the hall and pulled out his cellphone, dialing Nancy's number. It rang a few times before she picked up-- an old woman in her late 50's. "Hello, Con. I'm a bit busy, here, you know. You shouldn't send so many at one time!" The doctor gave a smile, but didn't respond. "Oh, no. You didn't laugh-- is something wrong, child?" "I've found another." He said in a small whisper, glancing back and forth down the hallway. "Another? Where? In the hospital?" "They brought him in this morning.. I'm going to bring him home with me tonight. I want to help him as you did me." "Ahaha, but Con, even you're not completely trained yet..!" Nancy chuckled with pride. "I know.. but.. I feel as if I owe people like us." |
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| Chthonic | Jun 13 2010, 04:32 PM Post #9 |
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Just...like me? Normally, Jayden might have scoffed at the idea of anyone trying to find some common ground with him, to compare themselves to him, but... The doctor had shown he had some kind of abilities, and maybe... Heh, Jayden didn't know what to think. To actually think this man could quiet the voices he'd been dealing with for as long as he could remember. Jayden had had these abilities since young childhood. Nightmares that foresaw the future, hearing the voices, being able to sense other's emotions. And then there was when he would have his 'fits', as his mother called them. Jayden remembered those times. It was when his abilities would overwhelm him, when he felt swallowed up by the noise and feelings. It would drown him. He never knew how long they lasted, or remembered them after, but things were always broken when he came back around to himself. Glasses and windows would be shattered, furniture turned on end, and his parents..../they thought he was some kind of monster. His dad used to beat him harshly whenever these 'fits' happened, or really, whenever Jayden showed any sign of his abilities at all. Jayden had learned to avoid the drunken man as much as possible. As for his mother, she seemed to just want to hide from all the problems in her life. It wasn't until she had died that Jayden heard from her that she loved him. Heh, it didn't really matter anyway. As soon as he graduated high school, he started applying to colleges and managed to get a full scholarship to a good university. Though, even that hardly mattered now. His abilities, whatever they were, were interfering more and more, until finally...he'd wound up here. And now, he'd met this man who seemed to be the same, or at least to have some knowledge of Jayden's strange powers. The quiet and the muscle relaxers were beginning to take their effect, lulling Jayden into a much needed sleep. He had so much to think about though, so many things to consider. What would this man want from him? Could he teach Jayden to quiet the voices, too? And how the hell had he even done that?! But the nagging need for sleep would not be ignored, and heavy lids fell over red, blood-shot eyes, and without even realizing, Jayden was asleep, little puffs of air escaping from slightly open, chapped lips. |
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| dyed_blackx | Jun 22 2010, 08:06 PM Post #10 |
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Con had ordered the nurses to send and get Jayden settled into a regular patience's room. He had concluded to his partner that the male was just in a state of psychological shock, and could be sent home with a prescribed psychiatrist-- one that Con would give him, of course. Standing in the lobby area, he leaned back against the wall that lead down the hallway. It was empty-- almost 2 a.m. and most guests and nurses went home-- except those on 24 hour shifts. He allowed his mind to wander now, pulling down the walls-- actually, it was something he couldn't help. If he didn't give himself some time to rest and actually hear the voices through he wouldn't be strong enough for the next day to keep the barriers up. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes and hugged onto his wireless keypad. Releasing a soft sigh, he stood there for a good twenty minutes before he decided it was time to give Jayden a visit and get him off of the morphine. Pulling away from the wall and turning down the hall, he knocked on the door a few times, before stepping in and laying eyes on the sleeping form on the bed. Placing his tablet on the table and pulling up a chair, after stopping the morphine level in the IV. |
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