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Post by Timothy Felix on Aug 9, 2016 6:37:31 GMT
◣◆  | It was a day before his to be eventful lunch with Nora. The anxiety was killing him because he wasn't really sure what to expect, how to act, he should just act normal right? He really needed to figure it out because it was affecting how he did in practice today. As the Point Guard of the team, he was the leader on offense and making sure things ran smoothly. This also meant that he was a catalyst on defense by being the one to guard the other team's playmaker. If he was off his game and his teammates couldn't pick up the slack, he was more or less bringing the team down and that's one of the last things that Timothy would ever want to do. It could be just fatigue. He could be just tired and all the thoughts of a certain girl could just be all in his head.
Arriving to his dorm room, he'd open the door and close it quietly, calling it towards his roomie. "Jasper! I'm home bro, you here man?" Timothy would call out as he placed his gym bag down. The silver haired point guard would shuffle over to the fridge, opening it up and pulling out a bottle of Gatorade. He'd crack it open and drink from the bottle as he walked over to his bed, sitting down on it. He'd exhale loudly as he leaned against the wall. What the heck was he going to do tomorrow? Well apart from probably make an absolute idiot of himself.
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Post by Jasper Collins on Aug 11, 2016 18:57:46 GMT
afraid to lose control and caught up in this world  223 words | Jasper’s world was pain. The senior had stayed curled up on his bed all day rather than attend classes. He wasn’t necessarily worried about the teachers seeing his face. He wouldn’t answer if they asked anyway, though he doubted they would. No. Jasper was feeling rather guilty. He hadn’t meant to pick the fight, right? It wasn’t his fault…. He clenched his jaw. Of course it was his fault. The kid had done nothing to him other than being in the same space as him. If the little fucked had any sense he wouldn’t have fought back, but Jasper couldn’t fault anyone for defending themselves. Though it made him feel better to shift some of the blame onto the blonde. If he’d just walked away, it wouldn’t have happened.
"Jasper! I'm home bro, you here man?"
The bluette curled into himself more as Timothy entered the room… loudly. It sent more pain pulsing through his already throbbing head. “Be quiet!” He hissed. His entire body was covered by a blanket, and his face was pressed into his pillow – which hurt a bit, but it made him feel oddly better at the same time. “I have a headache.” He went on to explain, in a very low tone. He thought it was loud enough for Timothy to hear, but maybe not. Everything seemed so loud to him lately. |
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Post by Timothy Felix on Aug 14, 2016 22:10:30 GMT
| Timothy's natural reaction was to simply cringe in Jasper's direction. While Timothy has had his fair share of headaches, the silver haired boy kind of wished his roommate would be considerate enough to leave a message so he wouldn't be so loud. At the same time, Timothy was more than certain than Jasper probably laid in bed all day and did absolutely fuck all to help himself with his headache. As the prospective medical student that he was, Timothy knew exactly how to remedy such a thing, especially for a situation like this. Being as quiet as he possibly could, Timothy rummaged through his desk and pulled out two pill containers. One was 800 milligrams of Ibuprofen, something you couldn't get over the counter per say and the other was Tylenol.
"Slacker, get up and take this so you can stop moaning like a little girl." Timothy would say in a voice just loud enough for Jasper to hear but not too loud to make him want to toss the pillow at him. Although, Timothy was pretty sure that Jasper would throw the pillow at hkim anyway. |
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Post by Jasper Collins on Aug 15, 2016 0:57:18 GMT
afraid to lose control and caught up in this world 266 words | Jasper knew that Timothy wouldn’t simply leave him alone. As much as he wished the other male would just leave and go about his business, well, for one this was his room too – and for two, that simply wasn’t in his nature. Sometimes, Jasper wanted to punch him in the face. Somehow he’d managed to quiet the urge so far. He’d seen too much of Timothy, it was hard to dehumanize him enough to justify it. Well, he supposed it was probably progress or something. When the junior did finally speak, Jasper actually found himself somewhat relieved at the words. He had some Tylenol, but it hadn’t taken the edge off the pain at all. Perhaps Timothy would have something stronger.
Jasper grunted as he slowly propped himself up on his elbow. His back was still facing his silver-haired roommate. On the one hand, Jasper didn’t want Timothy to see his face. On the other, he didn’t actually care that much. Jasper slowly forced himself in a sitting position, and then swung his feet over the bed. As he looked up at Timothy, his eyes were slightly squinted, though mostly from being swollen. Jasper’s face was… well… a mess. That was normally what happened when an elbow collided with a nose. Dark bruising was spreading over his cheeks from his nose, and both of his eyes were rather black. There was a bit of dried blood under one his nostrils that he hadn’t managed to clean off yet.
He held out a hand to Timothy, eyeing the bottles. “Already tried Tylenol, didn’t work.” He grunted a bit. |
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Post by Timothy Felix on Aug 20, 2016 16:06:42 GMT
| Timothy shook his head slightly as heard Jasper's remark. Of course he did. However did he really expect a half assed job to get it done? Probably knowing the Bluette. He'd sigh keeping his hand out in front of Jasper. Bruises? Another fight? Normally Timothy would keep one ear to the wall and make sure that he'd be in the know about some incident like this but perhaps with his thoughts being scattered as it was today, he probably just didn't pay much attention to the comings and goings of the day. With a simple sigh he'd begin to go into his small rant in as quiet as a voice as he could make.
"Jeez. Tylenol for quick pain relief and this 800 milligram beauty to maintain that and to make sure your headache eventually goes away." Timothy would say proudly. Despite only having basic knowledge in medicine so far, Timothy had the luck of his Mother being a Pharmacist and as such, basic Pharmacology, dosages, combinations and the like when it came with over the counter medication and some prescription drugs were his forte. Thought provoking bragging aside, Timothy's main concern was Jasper at this point. Despite his face showing more stoic disappointment, it was his special way of showing Jasper he cared. "The real question is man, what the hell happened to you?"
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Post by Jasper Collins on Aug 21, 2016 3:56:38 GMT
afraid to lose control and caught up in this world 266 words | Timothy’s words more or less went right over his head. He didn’t necessarily care which pill was doing what. All he cared about was getting rid of the headache. Secretly, Jasper thought that maybe he needed something stronger to kick the pain. That thought quickly scattered from his head, though. Jasper had only recently started drinking. Though he liked to fight and otherwise appeared to be a degenerate for all intents and purposes, drugs or anything like that were a little much for him. Hell, he still got anxiety over drinking. What if his parents found out…
He pushed the thoughts from his mind. Being anxious and having a headache seemed like the last thing he wanted. Either way, his heart was pounding. He held out his hand for the pills, easily downing them once they were given before finally getting around to answering Tim’s question. “This little fuckin’ shrimp, man!” Jasper’s face lit up a bit as he started to talk about the fight. “I’m tellin’ ya, that fucker probably weighs ninety pounds soaking wet and he had the nerve to elbow me in the nose!” Was that a hint of affection in his voice? “Goddamn spitfire.” He laughed softly and then regretted it as it sent several pulses of pain through his head. “’Course I think I maybe gave him brain damage in the end but…” he frowned a bit and shrugged. “He picked the fight.” A lie. Jasper had picked the fight. |
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Post by Timothy Felix on Sept 8, 2016 6:04:47 GMT
| Timothy shook his head briefly as he watched Jasper very carefully as he spoke. Now Timothy was not staring at him in the fashion that he did because he felt that his roommate was lying to him, he could care less, what Timothy was observing to see is if Jasper would be in any more pain as he spoke. While the pills weren't instant cures, it'd give Timothy a good idea of just how bad the headache was, Sitting down on his side of the room on his bed specfically, Timothy would nod as Jasper concluded his story. "I see. I just hope you know that if someone picked a fight with you, they'd either be me or they'd be pretty stupid. Of course, especially with story telling, human nature tends to make us paint ourselves as the..."hero" depending on the situation." Timothy would smirk smuggly after. He knew that with Jasper's current state, free verbal jabs were only common place.
"Anyway, I need some advice, I've caught myself in a bit of a bind I guess. With two girls at hat man! This is a travesty." |
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