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 Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 6:50 pm
Tristan was holding the phone when he felt it vibrating. He answered it quickly. "Guillame? I have to see you again. Now. Can you come to the park?" He asked worried. His voice was still scratchy and gravelly. He hoped that Guillame would recognize his voice. With everything weird that was happening, he had to keep something in his life. He had to keep his Guillame. His phone was feeling warm in his hand. He looked at it and saw the plastic starting to melt. He jumped and put the phone on speaker so he didn't have to keep holding it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 6:50 pm
Korie was starting to get very worried. She had never seen anyone look like they were in so much pain from a headache. She glanced around, there was nobody around and she didn't know what to do. "Andi were almost to your house. Do you think you can tolerate it long enough til we get there and you can take some aspirin? Or do you need me to..umm carry you?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 7:00 pm
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Andi groaned. "Lets just get there before I pass out..." Andi was now walking a little faster to get home and get some aspirin. She swung open the front door letting it slam against the wall as she rushed for kitchen where their drugs were. She found some aspirin and popped two pills, drinking some water as she did. She calmed for that moment as she let herself slide into the kitchen chair.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 7:00 pm
Guillame grinned when he heard Tristan's voice, though his smile wasn't as it once had been. Before, his smile was a warm, innocent one. Now it was just menacing and a bit frightening. Forgetting about the woman from before, Guillame nodded, wanting to see Tristan again. He sounded worried though, scared even and that made Guillame's heart squeeze in pain.
"Alright, I will meet you at the park...by the benches." He hardly knew it was Tristan before he heard him say his name. THEN he knew, that was Tristan. Things were getting so weird, first there was his little change and now something was eating at Tristan. What was going on?
"Umm...I'll be there soon." Guillame was unsure of what to say, he'd yanked open his window and dropped, not even hitting the ground. He didn't know how it happened but it did. Guillame's feet barely hovered over the ground, he smiled, liking the feeling of floating. He willed himself to drop onto the floor and he did, his feet touched down and he started off at a brisk run to the park, not stopping for anything. There were a few people out at night, wandering about who gave him weird looks as if he was alien. He ignored them completely.
When Guillame reached the park, he wandered over to the benches and gingerly sat on top of the tables. Things suddenly looked different to him, as if he had switched bodies with someone else altogether. It was a curious feeling, not to know your own body.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 7:07 pm
Korie followed Andi into the kitchen and watched as she gulped down the pills. She really hoped that it would help. Korie sat down in another one of the kitchen chairs and rested her head on the table. "Wow I feel light-headed." She said and groaned. "And I feel dizzy, or does that mean the same thing?" She turned her head towards Andi. "Do you feel any better now?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 7:15 pm
Tristan threw on a pair of loose fitting shorts and hopped out the window. He was on the first floor, but he still drifted to the ground. He didn't stop to think about it before he was running to the park. He had to see his Guillame. As he approached, he saw some tall black haired guy sitting on the benches. He was almost disappointed, but the he remembered what had happened to himself. "Guillame?" He asked softly. The man there was definitely hot. Tall, skinny and had those brooding good looks you always hear about in depressing songs. He seemed to have a bit of anger in him though, laced heavily with fear. Tristan walked closer and knew, it was Guillame. "Oh Guillame... I am so scared." He said softly as he sat next to him. He coughed hard again and smoke came billowing out of his mouth as usual.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 7:24 pm
Guillame was lost inside his own head when he heard a 'familiar' voice. Rather...it SEEMED familiar to him. He turned where the sound came from and noticed some boy standing before him, the boy called his name and sat down next to him. Guillame was about to kick him off, not wanting Tristan to see him with someone else when he realized that it WAS Tristan. Guillame's eyes widened in confusion.
"Tristan? C'est toi? I am lost now...." Guillame dropped his head in his hands and shook his head in disbelief. So it hadn't just happened to him.
"You look...different." Guillame recovered and looked intently into Tristan's eyes, it was him he could tell. There was something about him that Guillame could never forget no matter how many times Tristan changed his appearance. He didn't want anything more than to wrap his arms around Tristan and tell him it was alright, something drew him back from that though, compelled him to stop and think for a moment. His thoughts drifted back into his bedroom with the woman who Guillame had merely tapped on the hand before she started running stark mad for the hills. The smoke that billowed out of Tristan's mouth caught Guillame by surprise, actually, it had taken him a little bit of time to realize that it was getting warm where he sat now....before Tristan showed it up it was chilly and brisk.
"What happend?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 3:34 am
Tristan smiled when Guillame recognized him. "I really wish I knew what had happened..." He said softly. He reached out and took Guillame's hand and held it tightly. "I am scared..." He said softly. He felt something coming from his hand, but it never got far. Tristan guessed that his own heat repelled it. Tristan sighed softly and looked into the sky. Why had this happened to them, and more importantly, had it happened to anyone else? "Guillame, do you have that Adair girl's number?" He asked. He thought maybe, something might have happened to her too. She did go to the same part of the park with them.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 7:02 am
Guillame flinched when Tristan took his hand and almost yanked it out of his grasp, remembering what had happened to the woman back at home. Nothing seemed to be happening to him though, Guillame frowned. Before he was just confused about what happened to him and the woman, NOW he was confused why it didn't happen to Tristan as well.
"There's nothing to be afraid of." Guillame's voice was flat. "This isn't exactly a bad thing you know. Je suis different mais un peut. I'm different but just a little bit.....well....enough to have my father shun me and stare at me like I am some sort of monster." Guillame bristled when he thought of his father's face, a low growl issued somewhere from the back of Guillame's throat. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his hands around his father's neck and watch as the light faded from his eyes....or the blood seep from his mouth as did the woman's. Guillame wondered what had happened to the woman actually. It didn't really matter.
"No, I gave her mine."
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 12:50 pm
Tristan looked sad for Guillame. He hugged him tightly. "I am sorry about your father..." He said softly. Guillame smelled different. Not bad, just different. Now he felt even shorter though, but he was okay with it. Guillame was tall enough for both of them. "Your right. We are different. Not bad." He said smiling gently. He noticed slight tendrils of smoke come out of his mouth as he spoke. Now he was just wondering what was wrong with him. Why was he becoming more and more like smoke? And why did he have a sudden craving for cigarettes? He pulled away from the hug and dug into his pocket. He found a five and looked up at Guillame. "How old are you?" He asked with a grin. Sure it seemed random, but it all made sense to him.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 3:31 pm
Adair woke from a rather frightening nightmare, which she couldn't remember except for the feeling of stifling isolation. As she awoke she was strangely calm, frozen in a way. She felt with the light feeling of breathlessness and a feeling of being detached from the world. She was also very, very cold. It was as if her heart had been removed from her chest and stuck in a freezer, removing all of the warmth from her body.
She got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Perhaps she could take a bath to warm herself up or something of that nature. When she actually arrived, though, she was unable to do anything except stare at herself in the mirror. Her familiar auburn hair was now black, reached her shoulders in the front and the rest went all the way down her back. Her old yellowish eyes turned a piercing blue color, and she was taller but she was just, if not more, skinny and pale than before.
Adair touched the mirror whispering," Is this... me?" Her hand shot back and her eyes widened, however, as the mirror frosted over where she had touched it. She whipped out her phone from the pockets of her sweatpants. Dialing Guillame's number, she collapsed onto the floor and took in several shaky breaths. "Please, please pick up."
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 4:41 pm
((Ack, sorry for being late on this! I'll be quick on this post then.))
Samantha had absorbed her thoughts and time into thoroughly cleaning out the would with alcohol and bandaging it up just right; she didn't have health insurance set in place just yet and the last thing she needed was to get sick over something so careless. She had stood back up just in time to see people leave; they looked like the people from the park, judging by her few-second glance she got.
"I suppose so; wasn't aware it was getting so dark out. I'll be ok on my own though; no need to walk me home or anything." she assured him as she picked up her bag and looked to him again. "Sorry again for dragging you into that; I'm sure I"ll be paying for that tomorrow....oh, name's Samantha by the way." she said, and suddenly a thought occured to her, and as if she was still not entirely herself, she got a sheet of paper and wrote her number down and gave it to the boy."I'm not into dating or anythign, so it's not that, don't worry. I owe you one for that, so call me if you need anything." she said, before waving goodnight nad going back to her apartment.
As she got ready for bed, everything seemed more out of loop than usual, for some odd reason. But she ignored it as she got under the covers to go to sleep; luckily she didn't have to wake up early the next day, so she could sleep in if she so desired.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 4:48 pm
Guillame grimaced when Tristan touched him, he still was wary of his abilities and didn't exactly want to do to Tristan what he did to the woman from before. Thoughts of his father arose once more when Tristan appologized for him. He scowled and shook his head negatively.
"You do not need to appologize....it is not your fault that my father reacted that way. Like I was a disease...speaking of which," Guillame looked at his hands thoughtfully. "Before I got your call....this woman came into my room..." Guillame paused, remembering what happened with full detail. "She barged into my room and I wanted to know what was going on so I asked her but she stared at me the same way my father did....that's when I touched her, her hand I mean. She started coughing up blood and ran out of the house screaming and coughing. I don't know what happened." He looked up at the sky and grimaced, seeing the woman's face clearly in his mind.
"I'm 17....porquoi? Why?"
Guillame held out a hand and reached into his pocket, drawing out his phone. It was a number he didn't know of. He contemplated picking it up, should he answer? Well, Tristan at this moment was more important...and he REALLY wanted to know what his age had to do with anything. Guillame pressed 'ignore' and vowed to call when he'd gotten his explanation.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 5:02 pm
Tristan cursed mentally. "Well... I bet you could pass for eighteen... wanna go buy me a pack of cigarettes? I will pay. I just can't because I don't even look eighteen." He said with a grin. He kissed his cheek and grinned. He didn't think twice about it. It seemed that what had happened to that woman couldn't happen to him, so he felt safe. Even safer with his Guillame. "Who called?" He asked confused. He didn't want someone to interrupt their time together, but if this had happened to someone else, he wanted to know, so maybe they could help each other.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 5:11 pm
Guillame chuckled and shook his head incredulously. A cigarette? That made him laugh, Tristan didn't strike him as the smoker type. What was even more ironic....
"I don't need your money....and I don't need to go buy them. There are things you do not know about me yet." Guillame sighed and dug through his pant pocket and pulled out a pack of unlabled cigarettes. Smacking the butt of the pack, a slim cigarette slid out of his case and landed in Guillame's outstretched palm.
"Voila." Guillame reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a lighter as well. "Here." He handed Tristan the cigarette and smiled a somewhat devious smile. "It's unlabled because my father would have a fit if he knew....and I didn't recognize the number...I think I should call back but I will in a moment."
"I could pass for eighteen hm?"
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