Anybody wanna do a zombie rp?
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Thread Topic: Anybody wanna do a zombie rp?
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He looked away sheepishly, like a child. "I was mad.. But not at you. I was mad at Zayn because.. He touched you." He practically growled the words. He didn't want anyone else touching her.
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"Oh," she blushed again. "He didn't do...er, anything like that, if that's what you meant." Her face was scarlet, it was such an awkward topic. "Thank you though. I was really scared when he grabbed me like that."
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"No. It's the fact that he even put his arms around you or anything pisses me off." He looked at her with fire in his eyes, but not so much that it would make her scared again. "I didn't like the fact that him or anyone else would.. Hold your hand or kiss you or anything like that." He frowned and looked at her.
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"Trust me, I didn't ask him to..." She looked back at him, a little surprised by his sudden protective air. Was it possible he cared for her as well...? There was no way to be sure... Still, he was acting totally different then the first day. "Are you drunk? Is that why you're acting this way?"
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Alex slid back to the floor and shrugged. "Are more words slurred? My pupiles dilated? It takes a lot more then a bottle of vodka to get my drunk. Okay.. I may be tipsy but still." He let a small smile play across his lips. "And I'm sleepy."
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"You drank the whole bottle?" She asked, her voice raising an octave. Sighing she looked up at his face, studying it. "You should get some sleep."
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"Indeed it seems that I did. And I should probably take you home instead." He sighed and looked away, towards the wall with his cheek pressing into the cool floor. "You're parents are probably worried sick."
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Cyril grew still. "...They probably haven't even noticed I'm gone." She said softly, bringing her knees to her chest and hugging her arms around them. She out her chin on her knees and exhaled softly.
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"Why wouldn't they notice?" He looked at her and lifted a hand before resting it softly on her arm. He frowned and watched her with open eyes.
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She didn't move much. "My mom left when I was only two. I haven't seen her since. And my dad..." She looked into his eyes. "...I can trust you right?"
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He lifted and eyebrow and nodded. "Of corse. I won't say anything to anyone.. Cross my half beating heart." He chuckled more to himself then to her.
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"Okay. Just...don't freak out." She slowly unfurled herself and stood up. Taking a deep breath, she slid up the edge of her shirt to reveal her pale skin. It was dotted with purple bruises. "This is how much my dad cares." She said quietly, closing her eyes. Her father wasn't a bad man, at least Cyril didn't think so. He just...drank too much sometimes. Which explained why she had been so cautious around drunk Alex.
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"He should have his tongue cut out." Alex said simply and looked at the bruises. Very carefully, he let his fingers prod the bruises as if he was touching glass before he dropped his hand. Her skin was soft.
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Even the slight contact made her wince just slightly. "He's not a bad person, he just drinks...a lot. And I always seem to get in his way at the worst times." Cyril explained, pulling her shirt back down.
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"Why can't people be happy drunks? Like me?" He sighed and pushed himself up into a sitting positon. "You could stay here.. With me." He sai quietly.
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