College Kills 1x1

[ROUX]

Alec had headed straight for the bathroom first in fact, knowing that it'd take him a moment to figure out exactly where he'd put the drive anyway. His head was pounding relentlessly, and the diziness was seriousy beginning to distract him, so why not go for the painkillers? He'd avoided them at first for a reason, they were a bit strong and they clashed with his other medicine...sometimes the effects weren't worth the relif from discomfort. But this wasn't just discomfort, and he was sure he could deal with whatver weird side effects his body would throw at him, as long as they didn't get in the way of his work, and that was only to say if he didn't get at least a significant amount done in the window of time before the medicine did its work.


Of course, he still had to worry about Azazel - Alec hadn't seen him upon coming in, thank god. He figured either the man had simply come and gone, or maybe was in his room...and if the latter was correct, Alec would simply have to find his work as fast as humanly possible and avoid any kind of contact altogether. He didn't know what he would even have said if he had run into the other, what - that he was sorry? But then for what? Maybe sorry for pulling that stunt in front of the crowd - even if it's been done out of the best intention. Sorry for trying at all then, for trying to make him see how he felt, or that he even felt at all? That'd be a straight up lie, however, because Alec wasn't sorry for that, could never be sorry for that. But he had a feeling it might be exactly what Azazel would have wanted to hear, Alec apologizing...for falling in love with him. Because that's what he'd done and he felt ridiculous for it, but it had happened, and when he'd gotten hurt it had into act hurt more than he ever had been. Of course maybe that was due to the fact that he'd never so much as taken an interest in anyone with romantics in mind, let alone another man. Especially not another man. And of all the people, he didn't know why it had to be Azazel. It wasn't love at first sight, no, but definitely interest.


He swallowed the pills down, not bothering with any water and instead just taking it in hopes of getting to take its effect faster. He shut the glass cabinet, turning away from it and staring down to that spot where he'd spent the night in tears, before leaning down and tossing the bloody tissues into the trash bin, sighing and slowly straightening, careful not to hurt his head. He then left, pulling his hood down and hat off to reveal his more than disheveled head of hair, hand still against his head. There hadn't been bandages but there was gauze, and though it was already feeling damp under his fingers, it was holding the liquid better than just paper towel. He was in fact, still ignoring the sickening feelings, though that proved harder to do as he approached his room. At this point he might as well have been as white as a sheet, the slights been of sweat covering his forehead as he immediately felt the nausea creep up on him, along with the smell. Thank god he'd remembered where the drive was, just in his desk. He could grab it and go, and probably never set foot in that ugly reminder of a room again - or at least that's what he thought he would do. That's not what he got when he opened that door though, and he dropped the hat in his hand. He didn't blink, for fear of what he might have been seeing would disappear and then he'd have to wonder if he was going crazy, although maybe he would have been happier if they really weren't there - Aiden and Azazel that was. He couldn't even process what they were doing, let alone think about why they were here. And even though he couldn't process it, his mind surely tried. All those emotions, and the questions, and the pain, and now the fatigue - he felt it just before he went down, felt it dragging him down. Interestingly enough, the one thought he'd had before he eventually did drop to the floor hadn't been those 'why's either, no, something he was afraid of really. He wondered if Azazel would beat him now, as he'd done to so many others for lesser things...it wasn't as if he could stop the man. Maybe he deserved it...and maybe that was why there was a twisted feeling of sadness and pain as he felt his head this against the carpet - in that same bloody spot as well - before he finally slipped into unconsciousness.

 

[BlueJae]

"Oh. Oh shit. Is he dead? Are we going to get tried for murder?"


Aiden had taken the liberty of pressing the side of his face against the floor to become level with Alec as he looked him over. Azazel had dropped everything the minute the man hit the ground, and was now watching Aiden, who was flipping him shit all over again "Ok don't worry I got this. I saw a t.v show on how to get away with murder, like, that's literally the name of the show, ok? So what we need to do is find a rug and roll him up in it, then we need to get Joey to throw another huge party, and then while everyone's out we go and try to burn the body but we're going to need about three more people and a teacher with affair issues-"


"Aiden."


The man might've kept going if not for the deadly tone in his friend's voice, which was concerningly low. He stopped, getting up quickly before turning to meet the other's gaze, much wishing he hadn't as it forced his mind to reel to think of something serious "Ok, umm...He's not dead, so we just...Need to get him to a nurse?" He suggested, watching Azazel pick the other up, he just wasn't sure why he hadn't slung him over his shoulder "Why're you holding him like that?" Aiden asked, almost wishing he hadn't when Azazel gave him a deadly look, almost. The man growled at him, and he wasn't sure if he could say literally or not but he was pretty sure the description applied "Would you like me to carry him over my shoulder? Would that look suspicious enough for you?" Aiden hummed at his answer, though, he had a feeling if Alec woke up any time soon he wouldn't appreciate Azazel carrying him bridal style though- sure, it was less suspicious but it wasn't the most innocent thing, which made him frown considering that the nurse was only about, oh say, half way across campus. You would expect them to place her closer, but then again, they probably also expected college student to be able to take care of themselves. This was false. He wasn't, however, too sure just where they could go if not for the nurse. Then again, she couldn't be the only one who knew how to take care of...Uh, bleeding kids with terrible looking heads "Ok. Ok, first things first, those gauze aren't going to cut it so I- will be right back. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone. Like, I don't know, throw him out the window or something." Aiden said, wagging a finger at the less than amused Azazel as he moved to head for his own dorm, which was about a floor up or two.


Thing was, the man could run, he really could- and he only could from years of running away from his sister, then the next for running away from Azazel when college hit or on the occasion Matthias- who it seemed Aiden had a key for pissing off with the stupidest things, not to say he regret it. Matthias, of course, was that very same reason that they even had supplies at all. The man played sports, this was true, he just didn't play them with much thought for his own well being. It was nothing that would hold for forever, but at least until they hit their destination, which Aiden had rather decidedly thought out. He was going on the off chance that the man wouldn't kill him for bringing a close to bleeding out student into his classroom, to which was closer than the nurses office and had a better chance of them not getting pinned for it. To be honest, Aiden didn't know how Alec had ended up the way he had, maybe Azazel did, but he didn't. Though by the look on Azazel's face he was pretty sure that he didn't know either. When he did reach his room he didn't check to see if Matthias had been there or not, to be honest he just fished some things out of the bathroom and- well he would've been heading directly back but he was stopped by a small noise somewhere between hissing and clicking. The man sighed, turning around and looking into the bathtub "How the hell do you get yourself stuck in there so damn often?" He asked, reaching down with he free hand and stuffing the creature into his jacket pocket before heading back. It was only after they'd done what they could with the other's head that he rose "Alright, so, I think I know where we can go..." Azazel didn't know what he was more concerned with, the tone in Aiden's voice- which was uncertain, or the clicking noise coming from his pocket.

 

[ROUX]

Gabriel found it half amusing that students felt as if exam week was their own personal hell, a vile punishment thought out by the professors to take up their weekend time and possibly break their grade point averages. Amusing because he had thought the same damn thing when he had been in their position, and probably had thought worse - he was fine in class but never very good with tests for some reason. Always better with using the things he learned in action than doing a basic brain dump to answer a bunch of questions that wouldn't have even been used in his actual life if nor for extreme situations, and certainly not for what he really wanted to do - which was not, actually, to teach. That little tidbit of information was highlighted by the other half of his feelings - that the students didn't actually know what hell was until they had to grade not only their own ridiculous papers, but countless others. And if those others didn't turn them in, they had to be tracked down, or worse yet, late papers. Gabriel, even in his own short time as a TA, hated late assignments, mostly because each one he had to look at caused him to groan in horror and reach for the coffee, which was starting to get out of hand. There were five cups, four empty with the other current one by his furiously writing hand as he graded, the one light he'd bothered to turn flickering slightly. He kept forgetting to replace it, mostly because he'd been running around trying to have everything completed by Sunday - he didn't have weekends anymore really. Too far from his family to visit, at least now, and there were too many papers to grade to ever attempt to drag Roy out - assuming the man would even come. He had no idea how Roy did his job so well - and without stressed, or at least that was what it looked like to Gabriel, who managed to get everything down but at the cost of his own freedom, and usually sleep. A good night of that for him was equivalent to about four hours - five, on a very good day...or rather, night.


The caffeine helped, and it was delicious of course, regardless of the strange looks he got. As long as he could grade without drooling onto the student's papers, it had to have been word the dark spots under his eyes. After all, he was doing this so he could get to where he wanted, and he'd learned quite a few things along the way. He picked up his cup again, leaning his head on his fist on the other arm as he stood a sip, tapping the pencil against the side of the cup thoughtfully. He'd have to go soon, yes...maybe just a few minutes more. An hour even, he could at least get started on second period's...

 

[BlueJae]

"And you're sure that this is a good idea?"


"To be honest I'm not sure, but there's a better chance than there could be."


Aiden glanced back at Azazel, who's eyes were trained on the baby possum that was sticking it's head out of the collar of his shirt, beady black eyes staring ahead as it communicated to Aiden through clicking sounds and little nips at his chin. He wasn't sure if Aiden understood the creature or not but the occasional pets with his knuckles over it's head and it's odd pleased noise said that he did- or at least he did best he could with the creature. Odd, he would've thought Foul something more like a Tasmanian devil, small but vicious as Hell. Then again, maybe he could be a possum to, he imagined if the other man could play dead to get out of things then he would, all the damn time. Though, maybe it wasn't a matter of being, just a matter of caring. Something in him told him Aiden would be making a sharp comment like 'Something you need to work on' if he could've read his thoughts right about then. Or maybe those were his own thoughts talking, who knew. It crossed his mind none the less and he'd done his best to ignore it. There was no time for that kind of talking, he was carrying the other wasn't he? He could've dragged him, or just have left him in general without giving so much as a single care. But he hadn't. Did that count for anything, if something at all? It better have, because he wasn't for that karma shit. Really, or that universal crap honestly. But, if it was something to believe in, he was hoping this would ease the bite that was coming for all that he'd done. He did doubt it though. Lost in thought he hadn't noticed when Aiden dragged him gently into the building, glad that it was still unlocked as he headed down for the certain classroom that he'd had in mind. He was also glad Azazel wasn't paying attention, because he might not have agreed to just where they were going to be honest. Then again, he wouldn't have had much of a say, and he hoped the same applied for the same man they were going to see. So when he did push those doors open and led Azazel in, giving an award winning smile to the rather tired teacher in front of him as he made his way down- his night was about to get that much more interesting "Evening Lightwood, we've got a bit of an assignment we'd like a little help with, if you don't mind."

 

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