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Post by Sam on Jan 30, 2007 6:15:16 GMT -5
Gerard: Looking away from Bren, he glances over at his cellmate, Bert. He's still sleeping, and the guards are having no luck whatsoever in waking him up. Smiling a little to himself, he looks back to Brendon, who's putting his small notebook away. Gerard watches, perplexed as to how he even got the notebook in the first place. 'Probably from family or something.' He muses while stretching his arms over his head. Getting eye contact with the younger man once again, he mouths a 'Good morning' to him.
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Post by Erin on Jan 30, 2007 13:44:17 GMT -5
Bert: He is awake, indeed, and the guards urging him to "wake up" just plucks his nerves one by one. After the third huge man, however, yells and spits at him to 'get the fuck up', Bert raises his arm weakly and forms the rest of his fingers down on one hand, except for his middle one, totally giving the guard a "Fuck you" gesture. He opens his eyes just to catch a glimpse at the guards expression.
Smirking, he calls towards him, "Holy Jesus, I'm awake. Now go eat a moose or somethin'," referring to the man's weight. The guard points a finger at the long, stringy haired male, indicating that he is indeed in trouble for that remark before turning on his heel and heading down the hall. But Bert is so used to this. He's so used to guards on his back, yelling, swearing, telling him that he NEEDS to mature before anything. Bert refuses to comment, but giggle at how they react to him.
He throws his blankets off his bed and gets up, stretching and noticing that all eyes are on him. Sitting back down, he puts his head in his hand and rubs his aching temples.
"Fuckin' fat ass thinks he can tell me what the fuck I have to do..." He tucks a chunk of black, matted hair behind his ear and sighs.
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Post by Amber on Jan 30, 2007 20:01:19 GMT -5
Brendon: With Gerard catching his attention, Brendon replies with a modest smile and a return of the gesture. But only seconds after, he looks to the other side of Gerard, to catch a glimpse at his polar opposite; the headstrong drug dealer known simply to Bren as Bert; who just so happened to be flipping off a guard along with a string of obscenities. Brendon's eyes widen, and he looks away in a near-shocked state. To be such an ass and not feel embarrassed about it is a dream of the modest 19-year old's. But assyness wasn't Brendon Urie's calling, he decided long ago. Acting like a voiceless little girl was much better suiting.
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Post by Erin on Jan 30, 2007 20:30:08 GMT -5
Bert: Lifting his seemingly heavy head from his hands, he looks towards Brenden. That boy that seemed so nervous, scared even. And he couldn't help himself but pucker up his lips.
"How's my Bren-Bren this morning?" Though his voice is a little rusty from waking up, he still manages to keep it a high tone. He wiggles his fingers at the younger boy as if to wave and then turns to see Gerard.
"Aaand how's my Gee-Gee?"
And from the way Bert was getting on, anyone with half a brain cell would know he needed a drag or an injection of heroin. Badly. His eyes sockets seem to be getting deeper and darker with every day and his muscles and fingers tremble, twitch almost from time to time. Though he just rubs his tired eyes and makes a "Kissy-face" at both the other inmates.
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Post by Sam on Jan 30, 2007 20:35:41 GMT -5
Gerard: Looking over at his cell-mate, he can't help but to smile at how he looks in his 'Kissy face'.
"Your Gee-Gee is okay." He smiles, and looks over to Brendon. The poor teen still doesn't seem to be all that used to Bert's morning greetings, but to himself it just wouldn't be the same without them. Throwing the sheet from himself, he lies back down on his back, with his limbs splayed across the small bed.
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Post by Amber on Jan 31, 2007 18:52:31 GMT -5
Brendon: Startled this morning for only a second, Bren looks to Bert (with almost no hesitation, for once) and giggles to himself. "I'm just great," He smiles toothily, the sort of nerdy smile his highschool friends saw as his trademark. "How're you this morning, Bertie-poo?" Brendon laughs out every word, and screws his face into the same 'kissy face' Bert gave him. "And I complain about being treated like an idiot." He tells himself in his own thoughts, but follows with "Why not..? I'm pretty!" And giggles again aloud, for no reason to the outside world. The day had started good. It made him nearly happy with himself, for one of the first times since his sentencing a near month ago.
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Post by Erin on Feb 4, 2007 19:45:13 GMT -5
Bert: He claps his hands, grins and stands from his cot. He takes slow steps towards the prison bars to the corridor and peers to both the right and left sides of the long, never ending pathway.
"Where did those little fuckers go?" He asks himself more than anybody else, referring to the guards. He starts up again, this time stretching and releasing a long, howling-like yawn, "I'm tired, I'm hungry...GOD I'm hungry."
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Post by Sam on Feb 6, 2007 18:49:15 GMT -5
Gerard: As he listens to Bert's pleas to the air for food, he realizes himself that he's hungry as well. He hasn't eaten anything since breakfast time yesterday. Not that he wasn't offered anything since then, but he wasn't particularly hungry for the mush that they called "Dinner" last night. Sitting up and leaning his back against the wall, he looks over at Bert.
"They'll probably come get us soon." Gerard spoke quietly, but at the same time loud enough for Bert -- And probably Brendon -- To hear as well. "I fuckin' hope so, at least."
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Post by Amber on Feb 6, 2007 19:13:00 GMT -5
Brendon: Listening to Bert, who reminded him so much of a mad grizzly bear it scared him, Bren notices the acids in his own stomach squirm with a slight gurgle. "I'm not terribly hungry." He meekly proclaims in a lie, placing a hand over his stomach. It had become more than fat since he'd been kicked out of his parents' home, and his habit of regurgitating never helped the matter.
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