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Post by Mo on Jan 20, 2012 22:15:53 GMT -5
Sapphire - Barney Stinson Mo- Sheldon Cooper Kitexa- JD
Because making characters go crazy is just so much fun. ---
He was home again. But he wasn't home because he wanted to-- no, he had fled. He needed to get away. He couldn't bear to stay in Pasadena and face what all he had done-- he shuddered at the very thought of it. He was a self-made fugitive, running away from his own actions. Like a coward. He'd never thought he would admit it as long as he lived, but Sheldon Cooper, a genius and man of wonder in his own right, was a coward. How he loathed it. He loathed this horrible, sickening weakness that had driven him away from him "home". His "friends"... Sheldon shut his eyes and tried to push the thoughts away, but it was all he could think of. How pathetic. Dr. Cooper was a victim of his own emotions, all those barriers he'd built up and meaningless trivialities he had looked down upon his whole life were breaking down before his very eyes. The hubbub of the subway was not noticed as Sheldon hurried through, fighting down rising frustration. A myriad of horrible, scathing thoughts tumbled around in his broken-down mind, and he HATED it. He hated being so... vulnerable to his own emotions. He wasn't a man of stupid trifling matters like emotions, he was a man of SCIENCE, logic and fact. ...Oh... why...? Why had it happened...?
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Post by Sapphire on Jan 20, 2012 22:36:48 GMT -5
The blonde man never looked back. He had always said to "live like there was no tomorrow." Only had he painfully realized, there was a tomorrow. What had gone so awfully, terribly wrong? He had never intentended to get so mad, so worked up, so emotional. What happened to the Barney he used to know, the man who loved to party and get drunk with his friends? Well it was all gone now, and the painful reminders were there. His partners were the only people he even remotely cared about. He was even more heartless now, then ever before. The days of immense happiness, gone in the blink of an eye. The blonde had made up his mind never to go back to New York, not after what happened, not after everything. Why had his whole life been a lie. He wasn't supposed to feel anything, he wasn't supposed to care, he was the one to take things too far, but not this far. Never that far. (OOC: Is it bad that I'm having too much fun XD)
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Post by Mo on Jan 20, 2012 22:51:30 GMT -5
((Nope. 83 I am too~))
Tall man was visibly twitching as he tried to hide the tumult of contemptible emotions battering him from every angle possible. It was too much, far too much-- every sensation stabbed at him, mocking him for his weakness; every noise was a sneer, every touch a slap in the face, the sun beating down on him a burning hell of karma. Oh dear GOD. WHY?! The suppressed images flared up again; the piercing scream of Penny, the unhidden terror in Leonard's eyes, the feeling of the knife plunging through-- He couldn't take it anymore. He ran into the nearest bathroom (thankfully empty, not like he really cared) and gave a cry of... frustration? Guilt? Shame? Sadness? All of it. It was all released, all at once. In a blur he threw his fist into a mirror, shattering it and slicing open his hand in the process. He felt no pain, and when he saw the blood pouring over his hand, he did not over-correct or freeze as he would have before, just stared at it with a detached sort of fascination. He felt a small twinge of regret at shattering the mirror, but now his anger abruptly faded away into numb indifference. What... what was happening to him? Sheldon Cooper did NOT overreact like that, or at least he would never admit he had. The arrogant, prideful physicist had broken down into this easily upset mess, all his doing. He still did not entirely sure he had reacted the way he did-- one of the few things he (thought he) didn't understand: emotions and social conventions. All he could wonder was why. Why him, why them, why everything. Just why.
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Post by Sapphire on Jan 20, 2012 23:14:44 GMT -5
"Well you seem happy." came the sarcastic reply, to the man who just punched the mirror. There was a bit of anger to the blonde, ever since finding out about his past had just left the man emotionless. He didn't care anymore - he never cared. All that was left was just a shell. He couldn't feel pain anymore, not that he wanted to. He hated being on the receiving end. He was so used to dealing it, playing with people's emotions as if he were a little kid playing with a toy. It seemed now as if he were the toy - a broken toy at that. And he got to watch everyone else feel loving and happiness - a happiness that he never known before. Barney experienced true love only once - and now that person hated him. How could he be so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. It was almost as if his mind were taunting him and there was nothing he could do about, nothing at all. The man stuffed his hands into the pockets of his suit, that was the only constant now, and just waited for the other man's reply. He wasn't going to teach him how to live or be awesome - the blonde himself didn't want to live anymore.
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Post by Mo on Jan 20, 2012 23:22:45 GMT -5
Sheldon started and found the blonde man standing past the threshold, looking none too happy himself. His eyebrows knitted curiously and he replied, "I don't know how you could assume that; the mirror is clearly damaged at my own hand and I in truth am not much happier than you look." He paused. "Wait... sarcasm?" He never really could pin down whether or not someone was joking or not. Even after years of living with the ever-snarky Leonard he still wasn't used to it. Damn these stupid social conventions. And damn the fact that he couldn't face Leonard again. He missed him already, no matter how much he became annoyed with the significantly less intelligent physicist (in his mind anyway).
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Post by Kitexa on Jan 20, 2012 23:52:24 GMT -5
(......guys--college girl--I don't get on here as much ^^" Please don't go too fast)
Well...wasn't THIS fantastic. Just...so...damn....fandamntastic that if he happened to care at ALL about the world around him anymore he'd chastise himself for sounding like his mentor.
Old mentor.
Not mentor?
Oh what did it matter.
The man wasn't even around to pierce his self-esteem(what self-esteem?) anymore....it was just as well he started talking like him, if only so that never-ending cycle of feeling like shit held strong.
JD bit his lip, faded eyes trailing down to the gauze wrapped around his left wrist and forearm, stomach twisting into a knot.
How did this happen?
How the hell did the chipper, optimistic daydreamer he was deteriorate into this....this horrible creature of self-destruction and despair? Huddled in a bathroom stall because the damned cuts had started bleeding again even though he was SURE he'd taken care of them this morning before he left.....
"Wait...sarcasm?"
Head tilted up, attention diverted as that sickening feeling inside him got worse. Not that he'd intentionally eavesdropped but that word ripped him from his thoughts as it usually did his heart.
Sarcasm.
He fucking. HATED. Sarcasm.
Left his home, his...job and his LIFE just to get away from it. Among other things but....they paled in comparison to the damage that WORD had done to his frayed emotions.
"....dammit..." he muttered, pulling himself to his feet. He needed to get out of here--NOW--before any further unpleasantries unearthed from his memory. No matter how little he cared for his own well-being at the moment, he still had his limits. He was a doctor, and re-living anymore abuse was going to send him over the edge if he didn't leave right this second.
Sliding his sleeve back over his bandaged arm, JD opened the door.
And....stopped at the unexpected glint of light on the floor.
Well...that wasn't there before.
Gaze traveled down, then up, surveying the unusual phenomenon and putting the pieces together.
"What....the hell happened to the mirror?"
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Post by Mo on Jan 21, 2012 0:07:04 GMT -5
((Aye-aye cap'n :3 We won't leave you too far behind))
Oh damn it all. Another stranger. Well this was just unpleasant now-- more social conventions to follow. Oh how he hated interacting with people... well, aside from maybe Amy... but she wasn't here to help cushion the awkwardness of the situation, the woman being far more outgoing than he was. He had to handle this own his own for once. Sheldon glanced at the blood on his hand. "It would appear," he began slowly, "that I've broken it. Why, I've really no idea." Stupid emotions, always besting his good judgment. Now he'd have to leave the poor, innocent mirror shattered and bloodied, yet another guilt to hang over his head.
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Post by Kitexa on Jan 21, 2012 0:34:49 GMT -5
Oh.
Well.
That explained....nothing.
And yet, dark-haired man found himself cringing all the same. How many times had he walked in on certain people breaking certain pieces of equipment without giving so much as a....
No no no STOP thinking about it. You're going to make it worse and they're looking at you now TALK
"U-Uh..."
Waaay to go, Dorian.
Shut up.
"Um..." JD tried again, pushing apart his mental fog as best he could (his emotional resistance, weak thing that it had always been, was doing nothing for him now) "you...need someone to look at that hand?" He gestured to the bloodied appendage held up by the other man--the one that had spoken to him. "I'm a doctor, I can examine it for you..."
Yes, because THAT'S a good idea right now. You can't even take care of yourself--
Shut UP.
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Post by Mo on Jan 21, 2012 0:44:02 GMT -5
"Certainly," Sheldon replied quietly. Now he was really starting to regret causing such reckless harm to the environment and his own body-- his hand seriously hurt now. That's what you're focusing on? Really, Sheldon. There are far more important manners on your hands. Like how in the world you're going to actually take control of your life and stop running away. He had a point. Even when he was arguing with himself he was always right.
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Post by Kitexa on Jan 21, 2012 1:00:22 GMT -5
Nodding, JD approached the wounded man, pulling out his professional guise. "Alright...." He began, tugging at his sleeve subconsciously before reaching for his acquaintance's injured hand. "this might hurt a little." As carefully as he could manage, JD gently cradled the bloodied appendage in his own hands; there was quite an amount of blood, but the only real damage seemed to be around his knuckles, which were cut and stained and still dripping fresh crimson. His stomach swam, chewing his lip at the all too familiar sight.
Stop it STOP IT you're a doctor BE professional!
Was a doctor.
Back THERE. Home. Whatever you want to call it. But he hadn't been there for nearly two weeks and had no intention of returning now...oooh what jumping ship must have done to his name....
He continued his examination, running his fingers over the bones underneath the skin, feeling for anything out of place. "Does this...hurt when I touch it?" He asked, pressing down in the center of the back of the man's hand.
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Post by Mo on Jan 21, 2012 1:10:57 GMT -5
Sheldon gave a sharp but suppressed gasp of pain. "AH-- j-just a bit along the knuckles..." He was still beating himself up over such a trivial matter inside. He really just wanted to sink into the floor and never return, but as the laws of physics dictated, he didn't. Hmph. At least there was SOMEone who cared a bit about his well-being. Something his "friends" didn't do when he needed it most. Of course. He was the friend that nobody liked, he always had been. He never could figure out why, and all it did was make him angry thinking about it. "Thank you, by the by" he added hastily, so as not to appear rude. Oh, why do I even care anymore. All it does is confuse me and embarrass everyone else.
((this will be my last post for tonight, as it takes for-freaking-ever to type on the iPad. Don't go too too far without me))
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Post by Kitexa on Jan 21, 2012 1:25:02 GMT -5
"Just doing my job." JD answered, that mask slipping a little as he let go of the other man's injury. "Don't have to thank me." Even if it....felt nice to be thanked for something after so long....but he was being an idiot now, wasn't he. He hadn't DONE anything worth thanking, so why bother getting so giddy over something he didn't deserve?
"You might need an X-ray" he added after a time, left hand clenching and unclenching at his side* you might have a break or fracture. It takes a lot of force to break a mirror like that."
Again, his stomach twisted but this time...this time it wasn't in fear or revolt but instead of almost...regret. If he'd said something similar months ago, he'd have tipped that airy head of his to the left, doe-eyes hazing as he envisioned some crazy-scenario involving absurdities and shattering glass.
Now?
His mind was a dark, hollow place filled only with pain and self-loathing.
"I uh...I'll get out of your way now." He said quickly, chewing his lip as he stepped around the dark-haired man. He nodded to the blond male, who hadn't said anything since he'd entered the scene, and made to open the door...
....fuck...
he was bleeding again.
FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK....
"Uuh....one of you...wouldn't happen to have any gauze on you, or...maybe a band aid?"
Just get your answer and get out.
Get your answer. Get OUT....
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Post by Sapphire on Jan 21, 2012 1:26:04 GMT -5
The blonde just stood there awkwardly, not really sure what to do when the doctor asked for some gauze. "No, sorry. Not that I know of. But maybe you can wrap a paper towel around it." Barney went to the nearest dispenser and grabbed a few out and handed it to the doctor. "So, uh, where are you going?" he asked trying to make a bit of conversation. Since when did you start caring about random people you just met? Why did his mind have to be right? If his fri-ahem-former friends were here they would've said the same thing. They always said he was evil and he only cared about how people thought of him. In a way, they were right. But Barney needed to hear about someone else's messed-up life. How someone else had a rough time. He needed to feel better about his issues and how he was...well the blonde didn't want to get into it right now.
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Post by Kitexa on Jan 21, 2012 1:42:18 GMT -5
Oh.
Right.
Paper towels.
"...thanks." JD answered, taking them from the blond man and in turn wrapping them around his wrist. He'd have to dispose of the gauze at some point but...not now. He didn't need two grown men knowing this thirty-two year old doctor still cut himself like a little girl.
Damn you, Doctor Cox...
"I'm....just...." he sighed. "I don't know. Kind of making that up as I go along. I needed to move on with my life so...I did." A pause, feeling as though he'd forgotten something....
Oh.
Of COURSE.
Idiot.
"I'm John Dorian, by the way." The doctor said, glancing first at the blond, then the brunette he'd treated a few moments before. But my frie--" they're not your friends don't call them your friends you should know better by now "--people tend to call me JD. Who uh...." keep it together "who do I have the pleasure of talking to?"
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Post by Mo on Jan 21, 2012 11:03:00 GMT -5
"Doctor Sheldon Cooper, PhD in theoretical physics," Sheldon explained proudly with a self-satisfied smile. He never got tired of telling people his accomplishments. Even if these were complete strangers, it was best they know anyway... they would be given an honorary mention in his autobiography, perhaps. "Certainly not the best possible situation to be introduced in, I would assume," he observed offhandedly, grabbing paper towels for himself, not even bothering to consider how sanitary they might have been. "AH." He gasped again,dabbing at his wounds with paper towels. Hopefully he hadn't fractured anything. "Oh, why did I do that..." he muttered. How stupid of him. This is why he wasn't supposed to act on impulse, things like THIS happened. All it did was hurt himself and bring others unnecessary concern.
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