lost

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

[here comes this near-voiceless boy stumbling and wobbling through the dressing room. with his eyes wide and his chest heaving, he's definitely worse for wear, emaciated and covered from his chest down to his knees in blood. his vision is dizzy and he's not up much longer, collapsing to his knees, and then his side.]

Comments

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

[just shivers and whimpers, rasped encouragement lost in mindless babble.]

[brimstoner.livejournal.com]

I didn't think I'd have to be put to work so soon.

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

[the voice makes him jolt, newfound energy brought to him enough to pull along the floor with both arms, worming to his best ability to get to the kitchen.]

[brimstoner.livejournal.com]

[just watches, chin in his hand. after all, he's not death, only the final step.]

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

[he's just terrified that this is him and all the dressing room business was just some kind of disgustingly sweet dream he'd been having while put under. maybe this was a limbo, too, maybe he came here in the end. all this is flying through his head while he concentrates on getting from point A to point B for food.]

[brimstoner.livejournal.com]

[those eyes never leave, from here to there in an instant, or maybe he never moved at all, endlessly watching.]

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

[he's really not getting much of anywhere, feeling the urge come on with the fear of who's just a few feet away from him. swallowing it back with a shudder and falter in his movement, he braces himself and keeps on pushing across the floor.]

[brimstoner.livejournal.com]

[it's priceless, really. grabs an apple off the counter, taking a bite.]

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

[that's about when a wave of pain makes him curl up on his side, red and teary eye straining up at Axel. just the sight of the apple makes him so sick with hunger.]

[brimstoner.livejournal.com]

Can you even keep this down?

[waves it in mid-air.]

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

P-please give it to me ...

[attempts to sit up, only getting as far as his elbows can hold him.]

[brimstoner.livejournal.com]

Tch. It's got a worm, anyway.

[drops it. he may not even be telling the truth, though that's largely irrelevant.]

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't care, he'll eat the apple and the worm, dragging himself over to it to gnash and chomp and swallow all at once.]

[brimstoner.livejournal.com]

[then he's going to resume his vigil. after all, it's just an apple-- not like that can do anything to a starving boy.]

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

[eats the seeds and everything except the thick and painful core and stem, the juice dripping down his chin. the feeling of it all sliding down his throat gets him more than ecstatic, and soon he's pulling his body into the kitchen for more.]

[brimstoner.livejournal.com]

Hmmm.

[well, the living are as equally amusing as the dead, anyway. his observation continues from the corner, never lifting a finger to participate.]

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

[he'll eat anything-- from powdered cake batter, which he chokes on several times, to slices of cheese in the fridge, and then some. he's clearly so relieved that tears are pricking the corners of his eyes.]

[brimstoner.livejournal.com]

... you know, those probably aren't the kind of things you want to eat on an empty stomach.

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

I don't care-- I need something to fill it up, I'd rather throw up food than blood.

[nibbling on lettuce now, slowing down as he eats because it's hitting him like a ton of bricks.]

[brimstoner.livejournal.com]

Hey, suit yourself.

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[and though he's shaking a little, he gives him a glare]

D-don't h-hurt him kay?

[brimstoner.livejournal.com]

[such treatment. he's relishing in it.]

Take it easy, I'm not an interloper.

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

K-kay. C-can you h-help him? P-p-please?

[brimstoner.livejournal.com]

That's not in the job description, either.

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

O-oh...

[his eyes are welling up with tears now, and he turns back to the other Roxas with an anxious look]