|
|
Post by Jack Kelly on May 13, 2010 21:35:01 GMT -5
 WE NEED A GOOD ASSASSINATION
{ we need an earthquake or a war }- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Jack Kelly is sick.
Of course.
The rain was pouring down like crazy in the morning, and naturally, with him sneaking out to find a glimpse of sunrise - he was caught in it. That's the luck he was born with, and so he'd entered the buildings dripping wet. And now he has a cold, which is pretty much the cherry to top the cake of suck he was making since this morning. Classes were a blur to him, what with his inability to focus and his oncoming sickness (really, normally a hot shower would work for him, but it didn't today), and when he went to the nurse's office he figured out it wasn't just a cold, and it was a fever. That was the chocolate syrup on the cake of suck. The day was a long one, and Jack wasn't really one for skipping Heroes 101, considering he fact that it's the only fun class in this dump, and as of now, all he wants is to curl up in bed and have no disturbances whatsoever.
The door is farther away from the path than Jack's window.
Hazel eyes blink a little in comprehension of that, or whatever little comprehensive powers he has left, and then he blinks sleepy eyes once more before heading over towards a tree by the window to his dorm. He climbs up, resembling the grace of a cat as he does so, and when he gets atop the branch, he finds himself conflicted.
There are two windows.
He can't remember which one is his.
Jack inhales, mumbles a cute little prayer under his breath, and opens one, sliding in with precision and grace. He closes it as quietly as possible, tiptoeing in and finding the bed. What's funny is that he's much too tired to notice the lack of mess in the room, and the Santa Fe poster that's definitely not on the wall by the bed. He crawls underneath the covers, sweet moan of pleasure escaping him at the comfort it brings, and curls up, closing his eyes.
Sleep is essential to one's health, after all..
[/color] With that thought, his mind shuts down, his body feeling cold from the fever, and with much gratitude to whatever God exists and a smile, Jack falls off the edge of consciousness and drifts towards the land of dreams.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - TAGGED: you're it, jiyu!
WORDS:
[/color] 392. damn. MUSIC:[/color] none. D; NOTES:[/color] sick and tired jack is sick and tired. poor him.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by Jian-Yu Shang Li on May 14, 2010 15:20:28 GMT -5
JIAN-YU SHANG LI laying my head on needle like worries [/size] I PRETEND TO SLEEP THOUGH I CAN'T - FEELS LIKE INSOMNIA[/color][/center] If there was a word that could possibly explain how tired Jian-Yu Li was, he would be ecstatic. One word. It was all he needed, because truth be told, he was entirely too exhausted to utter more than one. It was rather ridiculous, in all honesty. It was early morning and yet, Jian-Yu had not even been to bed in almost twenty-four hours. Instead, he'd taken to practicing his archery for a few hours, then decided to kick around a soccer ball, and closed up the impromptu routine by shooting a bit of hoops. If any human being could come out of that unscathed.. well, they weren't even a human being!
However, there was a difference between physical and mental exhaustion. Jian-Yu was definitely feeling physically exhausted, but mentally was a totally different story. He hadn't felt like sleeping in days. Perhaps he was coming down with a disorder like insomnia. That in itself was a scary though, never mind the fact that he was so tired that he was practically hallucinating. Insomnia. Having a disorder wasn't something that Jian-Yu thought he could handle. He was.. well.. he was much too perfect for such a ego-marring issue.
So, dripping wet from a half-arsed shower, Jian-Yu had barely bothered to put his boxers on (though he did in the end!). He stood in the middle of his dorm room for the better part of ten minutes, trying to figure out whether climbing into bed would prove to be a fruitless effort or not. In the end, he decided to lay down. Who knows, perhaps his body's extreme fatigue would finally shove him headfirst into the shores of sleep. Please, claim me.
Jian-Yu laid there, eyes wide yet unseeing. Nothing was happening. Why wasn't he falling asleep? He rolled over and squeezed his eyes shut tight, willing himself to just let it go and pass out. At some point, he must have been damn close to sleep because when the window opened with a soft sound, it barely even registered. Even still, he didn't notice when he felt the bed depressed next to him as it felt like someone climbed in with him. Must be the hallucinations.. He recalled this to himself sleepily, half off in la-la-land. For a moment his brain even toyed with the idea that it might be his cat, Aini, from back home.
The Asian lay there for a few more minutes, totally motionless. Suddenly he noticed that it'd gotten much more heated in here. Gasping at the sudden sauna type feeling, Jian-Yu pushed back the covers. He opened his dark brown eyes and rolled over.
What he saw was enough to send anyone into a rather large panic. There was a man.. never mind who, that didn't register yet.. laying in his bed. Jian-Yu's eyes widen and he sprang out of bed with a quality that resembled a ninja. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?!" It was a half shocked, half incredulous shriek. His heart was pounding in his chest, beating against his rib cage so hard he thought it might burst.
Jian-Yu was fully prepared to kick someone's butt.
NOTE: This should be interesting.. when he notices it's Jack, it's gonna be hilarious. XD
|
|
|
|
Post by Jack Kelly on May 14, 2010 23:09:52 GMT -5
WE NEED A GOOD ASSASSINATION
{ we need an earthquake or a war }- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jack briefly recalls, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he'd forgotten to take those little tablets that turn his dreams into some kind of weird-ass movies. The reason this is so is because his dream is so frightfully uneventful, a black and white picture with him being nothing but a sad smear of gray. For reason he can't bring himself to comprehend, ribbons begin flying at him, sliding in the abyss and whispering sugary sweet incantations - colors with feelings. Red for anger, and orange for contentment, yellow for happiness, green for envy - all of them. They fly towards him and they curl around Jack's shapelessness, and then there's this moment of pure bliss; a moment of warmth despite the horror of his fever, the horror of his unshakable cold. It lasts as long as it has to, and Jack is absolutely sure that he's with someone, now, that although he can't see who that someone is, that someone is with him, to keep him safe. A smile lifts on his face at the mere thought of that, and...
Yelling.
Jack's eyes flutter open at the sound of a voice, piercing his eardrums and shattering his moment of unconsciousness, and he sits up, rubbing his eyes and staring at the intruder. He's a little surprised to find none other than Jian-Yu Li before him, and he bites on his lower lip to keep from laughing at the state of the other male. That ends briefly, however, when his mind registers the words he's spoken, and Jack frowns, not sure whether he wants to know what exactly the Asian is talking about. He rubs his temple with his middle and index finger, eyes closing briefly. "Whaddya mean yer bed?"
[/color] he asks, unable to comprehend the bullshit the older male is throwing at him. It's probably April Fool's, or Jack's just hallucinating again, like he did in Math class. That's when his hazel eyes decide to open (begrudgingly), and he gets a good look at the room he's in. It's not messy. He sees no Santa Fe on the wall. It lacks papers strewn on the ground, with his cursive handwriting bleeding out words from his mind. It doesn't smell like Manhattan, either. And of course. There's a (rather attractive) shirtless man looking disheveled and confused. That's proof enough. And Jack. Smiles. Sheepishly. "... Well."[/color] It's one word, and it slips past his mouth without so much of a problem. Jack yawns, stretches, and falls back onto the bed, once more pulling the blanket over himself. "'M awlready here, Jiyu. Might as well pity th' sick fool,"[/color] he says, sleepily, eyes already beginning to close as a little happy smile forms on that handsome face of his. Name: Jack Kelly. Profession: Student. Talent: Has the ability to care less about slightly uncooperative Asian boys. Yeah, that pretty much wraps it up.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - TAGGED: jack's future lover~
WORDS:
[/color] 481. >< sorry! MUSIC:[/color] hey soul sister - train NOTES:[/color] really sorry for crappost! jack really couldn't care less about jiyu, though. either jiyu lets jack sleep in bed alone, or he crawls in next to him. <3[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by Jian-Yu Shang Li on May 16, 2010 18:07:50 GMT -5
JIAN-YU SHANG LIlaying my head on needle like worries [/size] I PRETEND TO SLEEP THOUGH I CAN'T - FEELS LIKE INSOMNIA[/color][/center] JACK KELLY?! Really what Jian-Yu should be doing at this point in time was breathing in a huge sigh of relief that there wasn't some sick rapist laying in his bed.. but he wasn't. Because truth be told, Jack Kelly laying his bed didn't seem like a much better alternative! Slowly uncurling his hands from the fists that he'd subconsciously made, Jian-Yu's dark brown eyes stared at the younger cowboy with a rather incredulous expression. Did Jack actually.. not realize that he wasn't in his own room?! What kinda drugs was he on? "Yes! My room! Did you think you were in your Santa Fe haven or something?!"
Jian-Yu knew that he was being rather defensive, but seriously, HE'D FOUND A PERSON LAYING IN HIS BED NOT EVEN TWO INCHES FROM HIS FACE! He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. He knew that he must resist the urge to grab Jack by his stupid cowboy collar and drag him out of the bed by force. "Wait.. what are you doing? Don't lay back down!" The Asian lurched forward, making a small grasp onto Jack's sleeve. He was too tired to deal with this.. Entirely too physically exhausted to deal with Jack refusing to get out of his bed.
"No games, Jack. I'm really, really tired!" His hands made a small tug at Jack's sleeve when a certain word that had slipped from Jack's mouth suddenly registered in Jian-Yu's brain. "Sick...?" Sick meant.. germs. In his bed. The sudden mental image of Jack blowing his nasty snot all over his pillow case was enough to make Jian-Yu want to strip everything down and put it in quarantine. "Now you REALLY gotta get out of my bed!"
The trick to this problem was to ignore completely the fact that Jack was attractive.. and that he was laying in Jian-Yu's bed, willing to stay. Jian-Yu knew that his mind shouldn't wander to such thoughts, but hey, he was a twenty year old male. If he didn't think about those kinds of things, well he would really think he was going sick.
Sick.. Wait a second! "Is this still a hallucination?" Cautiously, Jian-Yu climbed forward, his knee resting on the edge of the bed. He leaned over Jack's sick body, prodding him testily in the cheek with his index finger.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jack Kelly on May 17, 2010 0:57:33 GMT -5
WE NEED A GOOD ASSASSINATION
{ we need an earthquake or a war }- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jack's sure he'd have a much better try at getting to sleep if there wasn't a bloody Asian wonderful man yelling at him every five seconds. The words barely even make sense to his already fuzzy brain, and he only snuggles deeper under the covers, attempting not to get up and walk out the door. Granted, his room is pretty much beside Jiyu's (if one didn't count the wall that pretty much separated one side of the building from the other), but to get there, he'll either have to climb back onto the branch and into the other window, or walk down the stairs, walk all the way to the other side, and go up the flight he sees there. It's really better to just withstand a verbal beating than wear himself out even more, and Jack's certain he'll faint if he had to move that much - and it would be awful if anyone found a half-dead Jack Kelly asleep on the ground or on the floor, or whatever. They might call 911, and Jack would get attention, and nothing would be the same. This is why the words of Jiyu slide into his ear and spill out the other side. It's better this way.
"'m lying back down, Jiyu.. Even if yer room isn't as pretty as mine.."
[/color] Jack murmurs sleepily, not even sure whether or not he's heard. The tugging on his sleeve is barely felt, and Jack makes a little noise of discomfort when the yelling continues, when the other male tells him to get out. Jack is much too stubborn to do anything like that, of course. The older male should know better than to expect him to comply so rapidly. Jack never goes down without a fight, sick or not, and he's sort of hoping that his temperature won't raise to a whopping forty-something. Hell, knowing his luck, it was probably forty-something - and he feels so tired, so dead. His eyelids are heavy and he feels cold, and he moves his arm fast enough to get the hand off of his sleeve, despite the fact that every single part of him feels heavier than a ton. Surely, Jiyu must have some pity! He's human, is he not? Because if he isn't, then Jack isn't really sure about his stand on cross-species relationships. Then again, what the fuck is he thinking about? The other male's statement surprises Jack a little, but he cares little for that. He isn't even sure if he's dreaming or awake anymore. "'m whatever ya want me t' be, 's long as y' lemme knock out,"[/color] he mumbles, the next series of words escaping him incomprehensible, though it probably had something to do with newspapers and pennies. And Santa Fe, of course. And maybe Jiyu's ass.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - TAGGED: YOU KNOW.
WORDS:
[/color] 465. ashdhasd. MUSIC:[/color] your move - robert downey jr. NOTES:[/color] eheeeeee. i love jack so hard. <3[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by Jian-Yu Shang Li on May 20, 2010 8:57:58 GMT -5
JIAN-YU SHANG LIlaying my head on needle like worries [/size] I PRETEND TO SLEEP THOUGH I CAN'T - FEELS LIKE INSOMNIA[/color][/center] A low growl of pure frustration escaped from his mouth as Jack rolled over and ripped Jian-Yu's grasp from his sleeve. Sure, maybe this cowboy was sick, but he had his own bed and Jian-Yu was growing less and less cooperative by the moment. Not that he was any bit cooperative in the first place. What he really wanted was to rest in his own bed! "I wanna sleep! What am I supposed to do?! Lay here with your sick body breathing all over me?! You have your own bed, Jack Kelly!"
As he stood there, staring down at the other incredulously, Jian-Yu's mouth was gaping open. His dark brown eyes washed over the other, and he couldn't help but notice that Jack really did look sick. Okay, so if he did.. He still had his own bed! Jian-Yu stood there in silence for a moment, his brain suddenly turning to a million things in a mere few seconds. Slowly, he leaned over and placed the back of his hand on Jack's forehead in order to test the younger male's temperature.
When he felt the near scorching heat radiating off of Jack's body, Jian-Yu swore to himself very lightly underneath his breath. "Damn.. You have a fever, Jack." His voice was considerably softer now as he spoke. This was a seriously irritating situation that Jack had managed to put him in, and now Jian-Yu, regardless of how damn exhausted he was, was beginning to feel a little guilty about it. He bit his lip, pulling his hand away from Jack's forehead slowly. "Fine.. Fine. I'll sleep in my chair or something."
Jian-Yu moved away from the bed, pulling his knee off of the blanket slowly. He really did not want to sleep in his bed, but what else could he do? It's not like he was going to lay there in the bed with a stubborn sick cowboy! Jian-Yu himself couldn't afford to be sick. He had archery practice, and a few other athletics that he needed to take care of. Sick was not an option for this Asian.
He moved the few spaces to the large chair in the corner, sinking himself down into it was a defeated and exasperated sigh. This was absolutely ridiculous.
|
|
