Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 17, 2015 0:34:29 GMT
Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooored.
That's how Blake felt right now. Well, he was a mix of bored and confused, which seemed to be how he always felt these days. He didn't really understand everything Erik had told him, and half of it sounded like such utter bullshit, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd hallucinated the whole thing. The only thing stopping him from believing that was his ever-changing reality, from cancer patient to miracle - from awkward, dorky MARVEL nerd, to a kid with the kind of strength and heightened senses that you'd expect to see in the superheros he'd dreamed of meeting. Hell, he'd caught Braydon out on feeling nervous about something a number of times, hearing his heartbeat as easily as you'd hear a drumbeat during an Eminem song, been told off for squeezing him so hard out of pure relief that he was actually in danger of hurting the poor kid. Blake was, essentially, the exact same as pre-cancer Blake again, but better - like he was really Blake 2.0 - not that he could really explain to anyone... He still didn't believe it himself.
Sprawled on the sofa, Blake was doing his best to curb his boredom, stuck inside after a long weekend of replacing all of next-door-but-one's gnome collection (because, in the two years since he'd stolen their fucking awful gnome, they hadn't quite gotten the picture, and had bought an entire family of them since; it was like the bloody things were breeding quicker than rabbits), with framed pictures of Nicholas Cage, and then being royally grounded for it afterwards. In his defense, how exactly was he supposed to know that the neighbors had a personal vendetta against the man, ever since he'd stolen the declaration of Independence? It was for this reason that he'd ended up trapped in the house, lying upside-down on the sofa, legs curled around the top of the old couch as he gaze trained itself on the screen in front of him, watching the dull colors flicker and dart across the screen. He had no idea what he was watching, and blood was starting to rush to his head, but he didn't care. He was just killing time, and the time definitely couldn't die fast enough.
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Post by Ellie Wilde on Feb 17, 2015 13:09:45 GMT
Ellie had met this guy Erik. He kept trying to hit on her and somehow knew she was Blake's sister. She had just gotten back from talking to him. He showed her his eyes and ye by were defiently not human eyes. They were red. She walked in the house knowing Blake was there.
"Blake?" Ellie called out. Everything seemed so real. This couldn't be real though. She had to be dreaming. But why was she calling her brother's name? She pursed her lips and waited for Blake to answer.
His cancer was gone. He was suddenly stronger. It wasn't normal. Cancer didn't just go away even she was happy that it did. This had to be a dream.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 17, 2015 13:56:09 GMT
"Ellie?" Blake called in reply, still staring at the tv from upside-down, blinking as the blood rushed to his head and he finally swiveled round in the chair, feet placed lazily on the end of the sofa as he rested his hands behind his head, still managing to keep a hat pulled over his head lazily. In reality, it wasn't like he really needed the hat anymore - his hair had almost grown back to the length that it was before he'd had the brain operation, and so wearing the hat was almost entirely redundant, and yet he'd grown to love it, really. Still, a it was a habit he hadn't learnt to kill and so, waiting for Ellie to hurry up and enter to room, he readjusted the hat on his head, pulling it off as he ran his hand through his hair.
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Out of Town
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Post by Ellie Wilde on Feb 17, 2015 14:14:38 GMT
Ellie went into the room. She sat down on the couch. "Do you know a guy named erik?" Ellie decided to start with that. She was afraid of coming off weird. She didn't want Blake to freak out on her.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 17, 2015 19:02:40 GMT
"Uh, yeah?" Blake asked, brow furrowed slightly as he tried to get where she was going with this. It wasn't like Ellie to take any interest in his friends, or anyone his age, for a matter of fact. His friends were the kind of people that Ellie didn't really get on with - they tended to be heavy stoners or high school drop outs, the kids that she'd made a conscious effort to avoid during her time at school, just in case they ended up bringing her grades down through pure association. Blake, however, had a way more laid back outlook, and his grades had never really been great, so who cared? Either way, Ellie was acting weird, and he couldn't help but wonder why. Eh, he'd find out eventually - Ellie was never one to keep quiet.
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Out of Town
95 posts.
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Post by Ellie Wilde on Feb 18, 2015 12:21:52 GMT
"Are close with him?" Ellie asked. Ellie was acting really weird. Ellie was making it sound worse than it was. She didn't mean it that way though although that's how it sounded. She was just to innocent for her own good.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 21, 2015 13:59:47 GMT
"If you're having sex with him, I really don't want to know," Blake warned Ellie quickly, brow still furrowed as he contemplated what was actually going on. It couldn't be that bad, could it? It was Ellie, for Christ's sake, she was basically the Saint of doing nothing wrong (wait - hadn't all saints done nothing wrong? Blake wasn't sure, religion wasn't something he was any good at). He forced a smile, grinning at Ellie now as he tried to think of anything else it could be, laughing lightly to himself as he added, "I'm kidding - I'm like ninety-five percent sure he's hella gay - don't tell him I said that, he has one of those faces that is like 'say anything about me and I will literally impale you like Olaf from Frozen, ya know?" Adjusting his hat yet again as he sat up properly now, doing his best to turn what seemed like a serious conversation into a light hearted one, just like old times. It wouldn't work - Ellie wasn't Braydon, she didn't fall for this kind of stuff - but it was worth a shot, right?
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Post by Ellie Wilde on Feb 21, 2015 14:06:34 GMT
Ellie shifted uncomfortably. "I'm not having sex with him..." She didn't know how to say what she wanted to say. She pursed her lips as the anxiety filled her up.
She knew Blake would think she's stupid. Ellie hated being treated like she was stupid. "Are - you a werewolf...?" Ellie asked. She was afraid of Blake's answer.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 21, 2015 14:30:41 GMT
Blake blinked, smile still forced onto his face as he tried to think of what to say. Luckily, his years of misbehaving and having to try and talk his way out of trouble had fashioned him into an excellent liar, and so, if he was terrified by the question at all, it didn't show. All he knew was that he was going to have to react fast, because the longer he took to respond, the more positive he was that Ellie would conclude that she was right, and that he was, in fact, some sort of magical being. Before he could even give it some thought, a laugh escaped his lips, and he raised an eyebrow at Ellie, doing his best to keep the smirk from his lips (because he knew Ellie would only end up getting pissed off at him for it) as he replied, "are you serious?" there was a pause, until he quickly added, "just because I'm no longer dying doesn't mean I'm a freaking werewolf - miracles do happen y'know."
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Post by Ellie Wilde on Feb 21, 2015 14:36:45 GMT
Ellie hated being wrong. She hated being stupid anymore. Every time she'd get an answer wrong on her tests she'd cry. She never really acres about much else. "S - sorry it was a stupid question." Ellie said. She crossed her arms and stood the disappointment clear on her face as she walked out. How could she have been so sstupid?
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 21, 2015 15:07:58 GMT
Blake sat there for a moment, watching her walk away. He hadn't meant to be so harsh, but he also really didn't want her to know. What the hell had Erik told her and, more importantly, why? Why would he do his best to fuck this up for Blake? Okay, so maybe he already knew the answer to that. It was Erik - messing with people was practically what he did. It pissed Blake off to no end, but there wasn't a lot he could do about it, and he kind of owed the twat his life, so he'd just have to learn to deal with it. Vaulting over the sofa, he followed his sister out of the room, standing awkwardly behind her as he tried to figure out what to say. He wasn't very good at comforting, never had been, and no amount of time spent with Braydon was going to fix it, but he could try.
"I'm sorry," he tried eventually, pulling his hat off his head as he thought, "I didn't mean to be a dick about it - it's just - I'm just still a little scared, alright? It's weird to think that I'm not going to die, and I'm not sure if I even believe that it's just gone, like that. It doesn't make any sense, and part of me is still convinced that next week I'll relapse, or it'll turn out they were wrong, or something. Talk of werewolves doesn't help me feel like, like this is real, is all... I'm sorry." It was lies, almost all of it. Blake had never been more sure that he was okay in his life, but that didn't mean Ellie wouldn't believe it - she believed anything when she wanted to. Besides, he was only trying to make her feel better, and that counted, right?
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Out of Town
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Post by Ellie Wilde on Feb 21, 2015 15:27:35 GMT
"It's whatever, Blake. I gotta go pack anyway," Ellie said quietly. She pushed gently pass Blake and went to her room. Once in her room she just began to pack everything.
Eventually she became frustrated. She threw her book across the room. Werewolves weren't really and neither was her stupid book she was always reading.
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