Soapy Land
Thread Topic: Soapy Land
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Arcelio woke up in a bed, and as soon as his eyes opened, he felt funny. Whoever had taken him in must have fixed him up, because he was wearing a clean white shirt and he was no longer bleeding. "Am I in Heaven...?" He mumbled, seeing someone walking over to him.
"No, you're on morphine," the person said, and took the IV out of Arcelio's arm. "Let's go, in the chair," they instructed, and easily lifted him out of the bed and onto a wheelchair. Arcelio only lolled his head around while the guy pushed the chair along, as the morphine was in full effect. -
Arcelio snapped to attention when he saw the man who'd been at the party. "You!" He snapped, though his chest ached with the effort of it. "You... Hey, why the hell are you bringing me to him? U-turn!" He announced, but they only rolled the chair in. "Hey, asswipe, this is the guy who shot me! And my mom!" The guy who'd wheeled him in left, and Arcelio glared at the guy who'd shot him.
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The seriousness of the situation began to hit Arcelio, and he made a shaky move to stand himself up despite the strong narcotics they'd put him on. "Why'd you kill her? This is really messed up, I want out of here, right now," Arcelio instructed, expecting this Rayson to listen and take him out.
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Arcelio made a small gasp of disbelief as the man shoved him back down. "D-don't you dare call me that! I am not a kid, I'm twenty years old and a perfectly grown adult. Who can make choices for themself, and I choose to leave."
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Arcelio felt a sickness in his stomach, and it wasn't from the medicaion. He had no doubt that this guy really would kill him if he tried to leave. "I don't have to tell you anything."
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Arcelio mentally groaned that he'd thought to lock the door at all. "I want out, but it doesn't look like I'm going to be getting that."
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"No. I'll manage without, thank you very much," Arcelio growled, crossing his arms over his stomach. He had no desire to be here, locked in the room with some crazy psycho murderer.
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Arcelio sighed, and took a second to stand himself back up. The morphine made him terribly dizzy, though, and went he moved to take a step, he fell backwards onto his ass. He only tried twice more before he gave up, staying seated on the ground with his arms crossed against his aching chest.
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"The moon," Arcelio snarkely informed him. His tail bone was starting to hurt from sitting there so long, but even if he tried to get up he'd only fall again and hurt it more.
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Having been shot or not by this man, gay was still gay. Arcelio dropped his face into his hands, shutting his eyes. "Jesus Christ, can't you change somewhere else?" He complained, thanking God that at least he wasn't blushing about the incident.
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Arcelio huffed, thinking this was kind of ridiculous. This guy had just shot him and now he was locked up in his room being offered refreshments? "I don't care. Something that a decent person might eat."
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"Whatever, fine." Rolling his own eyes, he put his arms back in a pretzel over his stomach and glared at Rayson.
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Arcelio opened his mouth to shout, but the movement hit him and he grew dizzy. When he was set down, the boy shot out to smack Rayson's arms away. "Personal space, please!"
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Once the door was shut and the assassin was gone, Arcelio sat with his arms crossed for a few more moments. Still clothed in his same dress pants and the white shirt he'd woken up with on, he eventually tunneled under the sheets, laying on his side facing the wall.
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Arcelio was in fact awake, but he felt no need to inform Rayson of this. He quietly tugged the sheets over his head, and stayed silently staring at the inside of his sheet tent.
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