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[this is the single most sloppy filter in the history of mankind, attempted toward the 'Tower superiors'. and yet it's fail knows no bounds... and thus, it's visible to everyone in the Tower at large.]

this is enoguh. twe've been in this tower for how long?? this' fso bullshit and tis' not tehe way it should be

i dont care if it takes forvevr, i am going to wait outsidethe elevtorr until i see you. and when i seesdsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss [sorry, sorry-- he got distracted and leaned an elbow on the keyboard--] ffhh34555555555 |

[...uh. 35 minutes later:]

mn like it?? you thinik im just gona [well, he came BACK with the intention of TOTALLY TELLING YOU OFF... but nope, distracted again.]

[......62 minutes later; sounding slightly or more than slightly slurred and groggy:]

...Jus'... give me Lilith, 'n I won't... [a hesitation. won't what? kill them? he would, and he knows it, even if he's more than a little tanked. he wonders if they would even believe him if he lied, but he'd almost be willing to promise anything at this point... the taste of freedom and hope -- that they could get out of here and run, just RUN and never have to go back to the colony--]

I'll-- do whatever you want, jus'...

[...a few beats of silence. then, the sound of one of his trusty bottles from home tipping, spilling pungent contents-- a muffled profanity... and the feed ends. oops. he is going to be so pissed about this later. ...the entry, not the spilled booze. though he might be pissed about that too.]

[ooc: open for everyone slkdjfs idek... someone wants his not!girlfriend okay. he's currently making a mess of things in the halls outside the dorms on his way up, so catch him there if you want.]

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Don' need you here...

[/tsundere forever... it's not like he's leaning on you and mumbling like a little kid or anything, geez. he lifts a hand to his face, rubbing groggily. jesus, this sucks, he hates this fucking tower. it's so boring when it's not chaos... he is tired of waiting out in front of those stupid elevators to no avail and no one ever answering his demands to speak to someone in authority...]

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What's black, white and red?

[He isn't really expecting Abel to answer, but then it probably doesn't matter what he says right now as his brother is just that sloshed.]

A nun falling down the stairs!

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[this is a long... long pause......

before Abel exhales a LONG-SUFFERING sigh and leans away toward the trunk at the end of the bed.]

M'not... nearly drunk enough for this.

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Hey! That one was really good.

[He gives an aggrieved sigh, shaking his head sadly.]

It's such a shame you were born without a sense of humour.

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Come'n drink with me.

[he doesn't want to drink alone anymore, which should say a lot as he leans over the end of the bed and rummages through the trunk carelessly. let's see, let's see... what to drown their livers in next...]

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[Cain very rarely drank, he was the 'good boy' of the two of them, and he knew the scientists didn't look kindly on their property putting toxins into themselves. But he accepts whatever bottle Abel holds out to him, uncapping it and sniffing experimentally.]

Is this paint thinner?

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

...Prob'bly... not.

I think... [really, he lost his ability to much taste what was going down a while ago, Cain, so drink at your own hazard. he has two little shot glasses, too -- though he hasn't been using his, as is rather clear from it's shiny state.]

Here.

1/2

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[This was probably a really bad idea, but it was unlikely he would drink enough to get drunk before Abel passed out, and so he poured them both a shot into the glasses.]

Cheers. To... to the most amazing brother in the world~

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...Me!

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[Abel looks dumbly at the shot glass, and then his brother a little... unfocusedly, before just. sighing.

why is he related to this.

...down she goes... and he almost tips when he tilts his head back, jutting a hand awkwardly to regain his balance. DAMNIT WORLD DON'T MOVE WHEN HE'S DRINKING THAT'S A DICK MOVE.]

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[Yeaaaaah, he'll barely be tipsy by the time Abel is passed out cold and drooling, will he?

He tips back his own shot and gasps at the burn as it goes down, eyes watering. Holy moly!]

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[pff. this, Abel finds amusing... looking at his twin with a slightly lopsided little grin.]

...Come on. That's nothing.

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I think it's poison, you just poisoned me...

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[flskdjfsdf-- HAHA, aww, brother... that face...

he reaches out and pats his head. there there.]

S'not... poison, stupid... It's fine. You're fine.

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[He continues making puppy faces at his brother, rubbing a hand over his face as though he were completely disoriented.]

N... No, it's... poison.

[Might be trolling, who can tell?]

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[err... well, it's working, because his smile is starting to dissolve into suspicion himself.

and then he's peering with one-eye squinted shut into his now empty shot glass.]

N... no. It's not... poison, Cain. I drank a lot've... there's--

[QUIT IT OKAY. he gestures to the end of the bed OH GOD IS HE GOING TO DIE]

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[It serves his brother right for drinking so much like an idiot, when that made him vulnerable in potential enemy territory.

Cain is flopping on his back now, doing some dramatic and highly unbelievable death throes.]

A...bel... Abel, come closer...

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--Cain, hey--

[SOB WHY ARE YOU SO C... CRUEL he's buying it all, leaning over him and looking worried as fuck.] H... hey, just-- hold on! I'll get someone from the clinic 'n--

[yeah he's crawling off the bed and almost clumsily faceplanting into the wall, before just clamoring for the door]

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[How is he possibly buying these horribly fake death rattles? He must be well and truly pissed...]

No! Abel... don't leave me, please. I--

[GASP! RATTLE! CHOKE!]

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[you are so dead when he's sober... if he remembers this.

he just about trips into the doorframe at that, managing to catch himself against it and look back to the bed-- DAMNIT CAIN he's really freaking out now--]

D... don't-- [DON'T DIE D: D: D: he's frozen like a deer in headlights, alcohol addled brain stuck in panic between getting help and going to Cain's side AHH WHAT DO]

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[He'll stop teasing him in a minute... maybe. Possibly. Depending how much of a troll he's being.

Stretching a hand out pitifully for his brother, he made his gaze all pleading puppy eyes. Don't leave him, brother, not after the alcohol poisoned him.]

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[oh man. you're such an asshole... ;(

he gives a noise something like a strangled protest. well, what the fuck can he do against a look like that? he's scrambling back (and almost short of the bed where he goes to crawl on it), reaching out for his brother's hands to clutch them tight.]

--W... what's... [WHY ARE YOU DYING STOP-- DYING DAMNIT, HE'S--]

I'm sorry, Cain, I didn't... know it was-- [all the guilt. OH GOD HE KILLED HIS BIG BROTHER ;;]

[terranities.livejournal.com]

It's...

[His fingers curl weakly around Abel's as though his very life were fading second by second.]

There is... a cure.

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[ON THE BRINK OF TEARS... he's going to be alone and he killed you and and...]

--Cure?...

Where?! T-tell me, and I'll go get it, and... you'll be fine, okay? You're going to be fine, s... so...

[terranities.livejournal.com]

C...C...

Only cuddles will save me now.