jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Oct 27, 2012 14:09:15 GMT -5
Jordan flinched at the touch, swallowing fearfully. He did his best not to look up, eyes wary before he sat down across from Deacon, running his fingers slowly along the table. He watched Deacon writing notes down, chewing on his lip carefully.
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Oct 27, 2012 14:24:09 GMT -5
Deacon's left hand moved slowly over the page, taking note of the things he read there. He reached up with his free hand, tugging on his ear again. Miserable didn't even begin to describe how he was feeling. But he was trying his best to be happy for the boy. He couldn't imagine what a burden it must be to have to feel what everyone else is feeling.
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Oct 27, 2012 14:37:40 GMT -5
"Pretending doesn't work.." Jordan whispered softly. "I'll be back.." He counted what he had in his pocket, and left. Heading to the pharmacy, he bought a small bag of rice, then ran to his dorm for a clean sock and some painkillers. They should be strong enough, considering what he himself used them for. He filled the sock with the rice and heated it in the ward microwave, heading back to the library and offering Deacon the pill and water, then the warm sock to hold to his ear. "For your pain...it helps..." He whispered.
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Oct 27, 2012 14:44:04 GMT -5
"Can't take it. I'll lose my job." He said quietly. He despised when his brother brought him the rice in the sock. His mother was never kind enough to give him anything for his earaches. So Perseus had to pretend he was the one with the ear ache, then gave it to Deacon. Despite how the boys acted, they really did love each other. He held the sock to his ear as he wrote, determined to figure out what was wrong to save the boy, and maybe even Ace. Though from the looks of Ace's papers, the boy didn't have long to begin with.
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Oct 27, 2012 14:48:40 GMT -5
"Oh.." Jordan slipped the pill into his pocket, knew by the end of the day it would be in his system instead. He looked back down at the table uneasily, rubbing at his face. He actually hadn't taken anything today, and the stress was starting to get to him.
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Oct 27, 2012 16:58:12 GMT -5
Deacon wrote a little more, then closed the book. He tore the sheet he'd written on out of the notebook, then slid it to the middle of the table with the pen on top. He wasn't about to touch Jordan again, not the way he'd flinched. "Thanks. My ear feels better." He said quietly, folding the little paper into a tiny square so he could put it in his pocket to show Derek later. "About that coffee.."
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Oct 27, 2012 17:07:24 GMT -5
"Welcome," Jordan breathed, taking the notebook. He got up and put the pen back, smiling shyly at Deacon. "Ready..?" He breathed softly, tilting his head. He blew hair from his face and reached up to fix his bandana, playing with the pill and the change in his pocket.
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Oct 27, 2012 17:11:53 GMT -5
Deacon chewed on one of his snakebites as the boy smiled. He still wasn't comfortable with coming out. As far as he knew, it was assumed he was straight. Or just broken since his girlfriend of ten years died. Derek and Connor knew. And that was enough to bother him. No one else needed to know. He nodded at his question, putting the books back where they belonged before he started out the library.
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Oct 27, 2012 17:31:44 GMT -5
Jordan followed after him quietly, looking around at others. He bit his lip as he spotted his brother wandering towards the arcade or bar or something. He crossed his arms over his chest after a moment, trying to ignore the confusion jumble of feelings coming from Deacon. But he couldn't.
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Oct 27, 2012 17:58:28 GMT -5
Deacon opened the door to the coffee shop for him. He waited for him to go in before he followed him, pulling out his wallet. "Coffee. Black." He ordered, waiting for Jordan to order. He handed the girl the money to pay for both of their coffees, than walked over to an empty table as he waited for them to be fixed.
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Oct 27, 2012 18:16:32 GMT -5
Jordan thanked him, smiling faintly at the girl behind the counter. "Caramel mocha.." He murmured, looking around the coffee shop, then down at his feet. He followed Deacon towards the table until their order was called, then got up to get their drinks and carry them over. He gave Deacon his, sitting down again.
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Oct 27, 2012 18:22:07 GMT -5
Deacon mumbled a thanks, taking a long drink of his coffee. Hed done his fair share of drugs, often begging his brother for his pain killers. But since Bandit was born, he hadn't touched them. Sitting here now, though, he'd almost wished hed taken that pill from Jordan. But a drugged Deac was a dangerous weapon.
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Oct 27, 2012 18:31:25 GMT -5
Jordan rubbed at his face warily, sipping carefully at his drink as he heeld it in both hands. It was warm, comforting against his palms. He chewed on the inside of his cheek after a moment, looking around again as if expecting something to have changed.
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
Posts: 364
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Oct 27, 2012 18:41:38 GMT -5
Deacon finished half his coffee, then reached into the middle of the table for a sugar pack to play with. He glanced back at Jordan, amazed by his blue eyes. "Don't you have a brother? I don't think I've seen anyone with eyes like yours." He said quietly, hoping it didn't sound as gay as he thought it did.
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Oct 27, 2012 18:44:10 GMT -5
Jordan smiled faintly at the question, cheeks feeling hot. "Yeah.. and a younger sister, but she was adopted when our parents died." He took another sip of his coffee. "I guess I got my mum's eyes.." Another smile, more crooked than the last.
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