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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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[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

--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]

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[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!]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[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]

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[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.

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

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

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

What? [clearly he misheard you.]

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

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.]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[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...]

[terranities.livejournal.com]

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

...Abel...

[More hugs!]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

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.

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[squeezing!! and maybe shaking a little. you are SUCH an asshole.]

I'm-- sorry...

[terranities.livejournal.com]

Abel... Abel, I love you.

[Does he seem to be taking a long time to die? God, Abel, you're SO DRUNK.]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[you have no idea bro. he's totally gone.

SOB now he's totally wibbling into Cain's shoulderrrr rubbing his face all into his uniform... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO CAAAAAAAAAAAAIN... pathetic sniffling goes here.

you're so dead tomorrow. just saying.]

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[Pfft tomorrow is another day, and he'll be relying on the severe hangover to stop any serious harm coming to him.]

You... you love me too, right?

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

C... course, I do, it's...

[lmaoooo oh my god all the death. all of it. SQUEEZING TIGHTER NOOO MY SOULLLL DON'T LEAVE MEEE--]

Don't you know... that?

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[Perhaps he feels a little bad now, his arms lifting to hold Abel in return.]

I feel... a bit better.

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[SURE, BROTHER. IT'S NO THANG. ain't like you're being a dick and trolling him in a moment of vulnerability or anything. nah.

sldkjfskdf getting hugged back yay ;; NEVER TELL A SOUL OF THIS. never. SQUISHING HIM this hug is so tight don't die Cain ;;]

You-- know, right?

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[It serves him right for getting drunk and then begging for Lilith, not that this had made Cain jealous at all or feeling the childish and selfish need to reassert his ownership on his brother.]

...it's okay, I know. Of course I know.

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[sob you're so mean Cain. you jealous bastard. ;(

now he's just... deflating a tiny bit, still wibbling a wibble into his shoulder god this is so pathetic what is even... mumbling that he can't die. don't die bro ;;;;;;]