Mutual Repair (Actual Roleplay)

"Yeah and that'll go over well," Lorena muttered, rolling her eyes. "We can barely get along now and we've been in the same room for, what, six minutes before you drag me out to the car and cuff me? We'd be at each other's throats," she pointed out, her usual heavily sarcasm-laced tone in place - even when she wasn't being pointedly biting and sarcastic her tone of voice tended to suggest that she had meant to be, or would soon be, despite the fact that that wasn't often the case.


"...and it's not like I'd be permanently watched over or something - even if you lock him up, eventually he gets popped right back out and guess who he remembers to be pissed at?" She paused, then let out a heavy sigh, dropping her head back against the rest on the back of her seat. "Look, I- I know you're trying to help and - I- ...it's nice of you, okay? So thank you, or whatever, but if you could not meddle it'd probably work out a lot better for me in the long run. And probably work out better for your ears, too."


(sorry for super lateness. Life is finally back on track!)
 
((It's been so long I'm really not sure what to do with this one at the moment. I don't even know if anyone else is still here. Would you like to continue In The City with me, or is Nik still sort of blech?))
 
(Nik is still very... out of it?


...Lorena, however, is as full of fire as ever. Any interest in continuing this with the two of us?)
 
((Okay, that's fine too. I'll see if I can revive Cyrus)) 
((It might have to be tomorrow, though, I am so tired, and I'm sort of in a don't-bother-me-I'm-watching-Teen-Wolf attitude right now lol))
 
Cyrus finally had enough and pulled the car over off the road so he could twist around in his seat and look at her. "Look. If it makes you feel better, you're going to go to the hospital and be admitted, and the nice nurses are going to call your deadbeat and tell him you've been admitted because some kind stranger saw you were hurt and offered to take you there. We'll set up two officers as nurses and have your room be placed next to the nurse's boat in the middle of whatever floor they put you on. You'll be watched and protected secretly, and what's-his-face won't be any the wiser as I continue my investigation."


He turned back forward again, and just shook his head. "Besides. You'd be better off having me at your throat anyway. I don't make a habit of trying to beat people to death." . . . That had only happened the once. "Anyway, haven't you ever heard of witness protection?"
 
Seth awoke to the sounds he normally associated with starting his day, the chiming tune of songbirds drifting through his room as the traffic from a nearby road provided a background of a deep rumble. His bed was stuffed under a windowsill, the window belonging to it perpetually opened out of habit. Kicking the sheets from where they were balled around his ankles, the day stared him blankly in the face, making his shoulders droop in dread. Somewhere deep within his chest a familiar ache panged painfully. It was a mixture of guilt and disappointment that managed to just feel like concentrated pain. Yawning, he stepped halfway across his room towards the bathroom that was adjacent in the corner.


Pausing to pick up a flyer from where it lay amongst a pile of clothes, an equal mix of dirty and clean, he flicked the top of it with his pointer finger in distain. The pages detailed a support group, one he was supposed to attend today. The last time his parents had sent him to something like this, it'd been terrible, and they knew that. But at this point, he knew it was less about him and more about them. They wanted the child they'd adopted back, not the disappointing teenager he was now.


After a stupidly boring day at school, tired from forcing jokes and laughs the whole day, the thought of attending the support group was even less appealing. Dragging his heels, he eyed the building warily, following a small collection of people inside. Quickly examining the participants in the room with a glace, he came to a conclusion: this was the exact opposite of what he thought would make him better. How is remembering all the things I don’t want to remember going to make me happier? Seth spotted a dark haired boy perched in a wheelchair. Without much thought, he plopped himself next to him. “Seth,” he said disinterestedly, “it’s cool to meet you.” Sitting up a bit, he examined him closer, squinting. “Dude, what happened to you?” He asked, curious about Nick’s injuries and oblivious to the fact that it was more than a little bit of a touchy subject.
 
Waking up from hunger, Hayden went down only to find her brother sitting on the couch. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she thought nothing of it. She'd been living with her brother for a little while now, and although it was more enjoyable than living at home, she was bored out of her head. She wasn't really allowed to go out, and if she did want to, she had to say to whom and how long. Not that she had any friends left who she could visit anyway. Besides she was in an unknown town. Liam was nice to her, caring, maybe overly so, but it was a welcome change in pace she supposed. Grabbing something to eat from the cupboards she got a morning greeting from her brother. "'Morning" she responded softly taking her cereal with her to the couch.


Letting herself fall down on the floor, she looked at the telivision with blank eyes, this was either his morning or day off or it was the weekend. She'd lost track of days the second week in. Her brother tried to make small talk, just ask the regular, how she felt what she was planning to do today, if she wanted to go and join him to do whatever. Basically the answers were always the same, as she finished her 'breakfast' she went up without another word. She felt nothing for doing something, she'd freeloaded off of her brother for a little while now, and he didn't seem to mind it, however their parents kept bugging her to 'do something' with her life, and she knew Liam secretly agreed that she had to have a goal in her life again.


Ridiculous. Time passed and she loitered around, coming down once and again for food and beverage until she was called down for diner like a five year old. No food was served, she hadn't noticed the time was off too, thinking nothing off it she ran into Liam. "Get dressed" he spoke, more off a command but still in a friendly manner. Not wanting to make a fuss, she went upstairs and changed her clothing. Practically her whole wardrobe consisted out of cocktail-dresses, doubting that would be appropriate she couldn't really wear a trainer out now, could she? She decided upon a relatively casual strapless skintight dress in a midnight blue cotton-jersy, she managed to find some all-day flats and pushed her feet into them as she came down the stairs pushing her hair into a messy braid.


As she came down Liam was already waiting with the car-keys. He didn't tell her where they were headed but she soon understood, he'd been talking about since she moved in. A support group of some sorts. Annoyed but unamazed she abided by his wish, if this was everything, she would be able to manage something like that. Eventually he pulled up to the building, telling her what it was, asking her if she had her phone with her, yes she had it on her, and that he'd be back to pick her up by the time it finished, and if she really wanted to leave she could always call him. Giving his sister a hug he opened the door crossing her and watched his sister as she disappeared inside. SHaking his head slightly he drove off.


Hayden entered the building, sighing softly as to how this matter was handled. She knew her brother had done it to prevent any conflict that might have come his way. As if she'd object. She waited for a long time before entering the room, hiding in a corner. As someone passed her unnoticed she decided to go in, sitting down in a far corner, as far away from others as possible. She didn't speak up, didn't bother to introduce herself. Her eyes stood coldly, watching the clock tick, wait until her sentence was done, and she'd be able to say she had given it a go.
 
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