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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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...Me!

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[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 ;;]

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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.

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...C... uddles...?

[DOES NOT COMPUTE SDKFJLSKDJF you troll... now he's looking a little wary. glazed, but wary...]

What? [clearly he misheard you.]

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[Sorry, he would reply, but he's far too busy dying.

He closes his eyes and slows his breathing down so he looks dead. HE NEEDS CUDDLES. STAT.]

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Cain?

[...a beat or two, before he's shaking his shoulders vigorously. AHHH.]

CAIN!! Hey!! Wake-- the hell up! Cain-- [SOB. oh my god you're going to make him cry. look, his voice even cracks.] Wake-- up, WAKE UP, asshole...!

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[He feels a little bit bad, but he GAVE ABEL THE KEY TO THE FAKE CURE.

Plus he wants cuddles. So he just flops in Abel's arms.]

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[flskdjf jerk... ;;

Abel is stiff for a second, before... he's tugging him up into his arms tight. DOES HE TRY TO DRAG HIM TO THE CLINIC?? HIS BROTHER IS CLEARLY DELIRIOUS AND NOW PASSED OUT!!! oh man oh man what do what do...]

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[He seems to come around a little as he is pulled into Abel's arms, eyes fluttering dramatically open again.]

...Abel...

[More hugs!]

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C--ain? [flskdjf you're breaking his feeble little heart brother you better cut it out or he REALLY MIGHT CRY OKAY. looking down at him....... wibbly eyes...]

[terranities.livejournal.com]

Hold me... closer.