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Post by Amber on Jan 28, 2007 17:09:12 GMT -5
Brendon: "Huh?" Brendon questions Gerard, before thinking once again. He won't lie, Bren had been paying sharp attention to the sounds around him, especially to his new acquaintance. And if he wasn't mistaken, he'd said he was 'sorry'..To thin air, he's sure. Brendon rolls over out of sheer discomfort, and tries to focus on the dark, showed spot near the diagonal wall that is Gerard's body. The little through the crossing bars he could see was still enough to wish this man wasn't such a strange thing. Such a complete creep. Creepy enough to call him 'pretty', and still be perfectly offensive.
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Post by Sam on Jan 28, 2007 20:12:21 GMT -5
Gerard: Without even looking up or opening his eyes, he responds. "I said I was sorry, but it wasn't meant for you. Don't be so fucking - " He cuts himself off, motivation to tell off the young man suddenly vanishing. In fact, all his motivation to do anything anymore is gone. The earliest he'll be able to get out of here is when he's fourty-two. Nothing but a middle-aged man with a story to tell, and no one left to hear it. His old friends probably won't even remember who he is, and his parents will be either dead, or in a nursing home. Shutting his eyes a little tighter, and trying to ignore the feeling of Brendon staring at him, he tries to concentrate on clearing his head.
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Post by Amber on Jan 28, 2007 20:35:05 GMT -5
Brendon: "I'm sorry." Brendon quivers out, giving up the fight and deciding that Gerard is best left alone. He's surely unstable. The misplaced ex-prostitute settles himself back down for around the 4th time, and shuts his eyes tightly. Before I'm out of here, I'm going to find out what's up with this dude; that's for sure. He thinks, and lets his mind wonder what had made his fellow inmate stop straight in the middle of much an angry speech. Brendon Urie's problems were mere trifles compared to Gerard's, that he knew for sure, Brendon was just a little boy in over his head. Brendon's just a blind Christian boy in a land with no God, no Faith, no hope in the world exposed to such people.
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Post by Sam on Jan 28, 2007 20:52:17 GMT -5
Gerard: "..Don't be." He says, just loud enough for the boy to hear. As much as he hates life right now, he knows that Brendon is just a confused, scared teenager. Everyone needs a break sometimes. It was either compassion, or a desparate need of sleep making him refuse his apology like that. Gerard guessed it was a mix of the two. Reaching up to the side of his head with one hand, he begins to lightly massage his throbbing temple. Groaning softly, he wonders when he's ever going to be rid of this headache. 'Probably the same time I get outta this fuckin' hell hole.' He thinks to himself, smirking a little.
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Post by Amber on Jan 28, 2007 20:58:27 GMT -5
Brendon: Brendon doesn't bother to open his eyes this time, instead, he just yawns and insists "I shouldn't have been such a prick. I don't even know you. Seriously, sorry man." His tone was meek and low, just enough to match Gerard's.
((Way too short.. But there's not too much to work with there. Sorreh. ._.))
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Post by Sam on Jan 28, 2007 21:03:38 GMT -5
Gerard: He wonders if he's actually fallen asleep at this point, because he hears Brendon apologising once again. Opening his eyes, he lifts his head and looks over at him as he speaks. Gerard almost stares in disbelief - someone in a prison, apologising for being a prick? It seems so..out of place. Like a kid asking for vegetables instead of sweets. "Yeah, well I'm sorry too. I didn't mean it to sound crude when I said you were pretty, either. I meant it nicely. You've got a cute face." He smiles a little, although he's sure that Brendon can't even see it. Yep, he's almost positive that it's the lack of sleep making him act so nice. It must be going to his head.
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Post by Amber on Jan 28, 2007 21:17:46 GMT -5
Brendon: "Whuh?" Brendon almost gasps. But soon regains his composure, and lifts his head to face the older inmate once again. "Oh, erm, thanks then." He smiles nervously back at Gerard. He needed some sleep. Badly. Yes, yes. Gerard Way was without a doubt unstable. At least, Brendon would from now on think so. Hey, can't get much better than something like that in prison, eh? Bren smiled to himself.
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Post by Sam on Jan 28, 2007 21:24:27 GMT -5
Gerard: After hearing Bren's response, he lies down on his back once again and looks up at the ceiling. Drip, drip goes the water, like it always does. But now it seems somewhat calming. Like, for the first time in months, he feels a little happy. It's such a foreign feeling, but it's one that he embraces like a Mother does her child. Shutting his eyes, he lets a small smile play on his lips. Just for now, anyway.
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Post by Amber on Jan 28, 2007 21:32:50 GMT -5
Brendon: With that, he took the queue to let the awkward conversation die. Bren held back to the urge to giggle, and was thankful for the dark to hide his burning cheeks. He let his head rest for a final time on the thin cushioning, and for some reason, the kink it had caused in his neck did not pain him too badly. Nor did the unnerving breathing of the other inmates. For the last few months he had been hot, among other things, but never as subtle as cute. It brought contentment to Brendon's guilt, and oddly, fell asleep with no more of a problem.
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Post by Sam on Jan 28, 2007 21:36:56 GMT -5
Gerard: Pulling the slight sheet over himself and actually preparing to try and sleep, he notices that Brendon hasn't said a word in the last few minutes. To him, that's an indication enough that the conversation has finally come to and end. Rolling to his left side, he gets himself comfortable as he can. Before shutting his eyes, he can't help but to think about the conversation he's just had with the younger inmate. Deciding that it was probably a good thing, he shuts his eyes and finally drifts to sleep, that smile from five minutes ago dying on his lips.
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Post by Amber on Jan 28, 2007 21:45:47 GMT -5
(( Next morning, 5:00 AM))
Brendon awoke to the usual screeching sound of the speakers blasting though his ears, enough of a noise to cause him to sustain a headache that's lasted for days. As guards walked down each hallway to ensure everyone's discomfort in awakening, Brendon springs up before he's told to do so, and reaches for his plastic-framed glasses, and slides them over his eyes. He blinks a few times, runs a sleepy hand through his untidy, semi-short hair, and looks around his dank cell.
And as soon as his memory of the previous night is recollected, he looks over to Gerard and Bert, predominantly to Gerard.
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Post by Sam on Jan 28, 2007 21:50:06 GMT -5
Gerard: Gerard's wide awake, and he's been so for about half an hour before the guards began to come around and start rousing people from sleep. He waves an arm absently in the air as he hears a guard pass by his cell, assuring them that, yes, he is indeed awake. He doesn't want to physically sit up as of yet, but he'll do so soon. But if he were to sit up and get a good view of the entire hallway, he'd be able to see all the new inmates awake and staring at the guards, ready to piss themselves. Oh, they all had so much to learn.
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Post by Amber on Jan 29, 2007 19:37:22 GMT -5
Brendon: As soon as it hits again him that Gerard's compliments were most likely the result of drowsiness, and that the only thing on his mind is his own lethargy; Brendon reaches for the floor under his cot and grabs a small, speckled composition book and the pen entwined in it's spiral spine. It was one of thew few personal possessions he'd asked for in a letter to his older sister, who only obliged to in the first place because she's felt sorry for her sodomite, convict brother. With the pen in hand, Brendon scribbles down his thoughts for the morning and elaborates on a dream from the night beforehand.
'I had another stupid dream about Brent and Ryan. Brent was still just an ass. Ryan was my husband. I cheated on him again with Marilyn Manson. But his eyes were green this time and he was shorter. Its kind of screwed up.'
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Post by Sam on Jan 29, 2007 19:48:43 GMT -5
[Man, his dream just made me laugh SO hard.]
Gerard: After feeling somewhat inclined to sit up, he does so. Stretching and pushing his slightly shaggy hair away from his eyes, he looks at Brendon. He can barely remember their conversation from the night before; something about Bren asking if he was alright, and telling him he was pretty. Rubbing his eyes once again, he doesn't dwell on the conversation too much, because it's just a thing of the past. It probably doesn't even mean anything to the young inmate, he was probably just using him a way to pass time. Allowing his eyes to focus, he sees that Brendon appears to be writing something down. Gerard just watches him, quietly observing as his eyes dart back and forth on the paper, while the pen in his hand wags with the words he's writing.
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Post by Amber on Jan 29, 2007 20:48:18 GMT -5
Brendon:
'And I really want some cheese fries. God.'
In his sudden lust for actual, tasteful food, Bren snaps shut his notebook, emits a sort of low growl, and looks around his range of vision; just to make sure to himself no one cared enough to watch him act like a spoiled, needy child. Brendon jumps when he makes unexpected contact with Gerard's sleepy eyes. He decides to turn away before communication is inevitable, ans shakily puts away his notebook.
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