Karkat Vantas ♋ ( carcinoGeneticist ) (
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towerofanimus2012-12-17 01:04 am
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♋ 003 [ Closed ]
Characters: Karkat Vantas ( OU ) and Gamzee Makara (OU)
Setting: Hallways and wherever they end up in the thread.
Format: Action spam
Summary: Backdated to Karkat's first hallucinations. Gamzee bumps into his moirail. Who should really be in bed.
Warnings: Swearing! Disgusting palebro stuff
[ he's going insane. like John had been a few days ago. he just knows it. Karkat's shaking on his feet as he walks through the halls, absolutely lost. the rational side of this think pan is telling him that he's not in the meteor. there's no way he can be. yet this time he has woken up to that same scene. the computer lab... dead bodies.
the seeing red had been one thing. terrifying. sleep had been the only way to escape it. but now there's this. things, images swimming around in his vision. things he should have prevented but hadn't. shit that should never have went down if only he had been the leader he had thought he was... the red just is a fucking insult and he knows it.
and all he can do is getting away. closing his eyes and hands in his hair. trying not to vomit, though the sickness in his gut is also from not eating yet today and the flu shit going around. Karkat already feels hot all over. breathing ragged breaths, he's leaning against a wall. yet all he can see is that stupid dingy gray in the dim lighting provided by his mind. coughing and hacking along the way, he just can't stop. going back to bed means going and seeing that all over again.
and he can't.
he just fucking can't. ]
Setting: Hallways and wherever they end up in the thread.
Format: Action spam
Summary: Backdated to Karkat's first hallucinations. Gamzee bumps into his moirail. Who should really be in bed.
Warnings: Swearing! Disgusting palebro stuff
[ he's going insane. like John had been a few days ago. he just knows it. Karkat's shaking on his feet as he walks through the halls, absolutely lost. the rational side of this think pan is telling him that he's not in the meteor. there's no way he can be. yet this time he has woken up to that same scene. the computer lab... dead bodies.
the seeing red had been one thing. terrifying. sleep had been the only way to escape it. but now there's this. things, images swimming around in his vision. things he should have prevented but hadn't. shit that should never have went down if only he had been the leader he had thought he was... the red just is a fucking insult and he knows it.
and all he can do is getting away. closing his eyes and hands in his hair. trying not to vomit, though the sickness in his gut is also from not eating yet today and the flu shit going around. Karkat already feels hot all over. breathing ragged breaths, he's leaning against a wall. yet all he can see is that stupid dingy gray in the dim lighting provided by his mind. coughing and hacking along the way, he just can't stop. going back to bed means going and seeing that all over again.
and he can't.
he just fucking can't. ]
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[Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he wrapped himself in his (now clean!!) jacket and squeezed out of the doorway into the dorm halls, where he was immediately greeted with the sight of his best friend plastered against the opposite wall.]
[Well, all right then.]
[Upon closer inspection, Karkat didn't look too great. He was clammy, and pale, and Gamzee's face took on a bit of concern as he closed the space between them.]
Hey, bro? The fuck you all doin' motherfucking wanderin' around here like all what a scraggly sick thing you're being, huh?
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because if this is the meteor, and he's starting to not be so sure now... Gamzee is just going to show up. and what if he's insane again? ]
G-Gamzee?
[ his eyes are wide. like he can't quite see Gamzee in front of him. Karkat doesn't even relax as everything in front of his eyes starts to fade. it's not the lab. but the Tower hallway. Gamzee is right in front of him. concerned.
just red tinted... ]
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[The look on Karkat's face and the tone of his voice are very familiar. Only, Gamzee had never seen or heard it come from Karkat before - he'd familiarized himself with them because they were the same looks and tones he'd given himself.]
[It didn't take long for Gamzee's expression to change significantly, from a sleepy concern to no-nonsense. He grasped Karkat's shoulders lightly in case he decided he wanted to topple over.]
Brother, what all's fuckin' deciding to be makin' motherfucking camp up in that pan yours, hmm? You feelin' okay?
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around the other troll those arms go. Karkat's head pressing against a shoulder and taking gulps of air. all of his nerves are on alert. ready for danger yet at the same time? everything is in mild pain and his limbs feel like lead. ]
Think I'm gonna be sick...
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Let them nasties out, best friend.
[He gave Karkat an easy smile, rubbing at the kid's back while trying to coax him toward the bathrooms. If they weren't already so close to the dorm lavatories, he would have just encouraged him to heave on the floor. There was no point in trying to race for the toilet in this place.]
Think you all can be making it to the little friendly load gaper, motherfucker? He be all gettin' his most patient of waits on for your ass at the end of the motherfuckin' hall, here.
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Just so much fucking red...
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[He was beginning to get angry. Who the fuck did this to him? Who the fuck was mak--]
[Wait, what?]
Red?
[Gamzee slipped an arm under Karkat's and across his back - a slightly awkward position given their height disparity, but he'd try to make it work - and encouraged him forward.]
No motherfuckin' red here, bro. Just the same old dingy shit like what's always was motherfucking up and being here. Step at a time. You got this, motherfucker.
[He was half-tempted to just chuck the guy over his shoulder and carry him there - but that would probably do more harm than good.]
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[ he spits out the mutant like his mouth his full of bile. as if it is a curse. latching onto Gamzee is what's keeping Karkat sane, able to speak. to be honest, he is glad he has come across his moirail, because no one can take better care of him. not really. ]
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Close your motherfuckin' eyes, then, bro. I got you. Here.
[Maybe he did need to take further action. Sliding his arm across Karkat's back, Gamzee maneuvered himself at an angle, bending slightly to catch his free arm straight against the back of Karkat's knees.]
Alley-oop, my brother.
[In as swift and fluid a motion as he could manage, Gamzee lifted Karkat from the ground and shifted him until he lay bent in his arms.]
Up here. Close them fuckin' eyes.
[He repeated, flexing the shoulder nearest Karkat's head to indicate he rest it there. As soon as he was situated, Gamzee continued to walk.]
Best not toss them cookies on me, yo!
[Karkat wasn't in the shape to respond to his jokes, and the laugh following it soon faded.]
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instead he curls into the other troll. like hiding in that shirt will make everything go away. still, Karkat gives a little huff. a chuckle. ]
You already look like someone tossed their cookies on you... At least you cleaned your shirt. Means something is [ have some coughing ] sticking when it comes to hygiene.
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[Gamzee pulled a face, intentionally averting his gaze.]
Think it be fuckin' mostly 'cause I was all up to get my motherfucking shit kicked the fuck out more all than it be 'cause I was gettin' my motherfuckin' hygienics on, probably.
[He continued to sheepishly avoid eye contact, kicking open the bathroom door with his foot and stepping inside. The toilets weren't far from the entrance, and once in front of a stall, Gamzee gingerly set his moirail back on the ground.]
Still feelin' the wigglies, best friend?
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[ he's only half aware as is. too stressed out about his own hallucinations and illness to get too man if it's true. he still clings to Gamzee regardless. even after being set upon the ground. eyes still tightly shut, Karkat's breathing heavily. burning up like he is, the world is still spinning. ]
I'll be okay....
[ he can't let Gamzee know how bad off he really is. ]
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"Be okay" be lots motherfuckin' different than "am okay", motherfucker.
[Gamzee chided, dragging Karkat along into one of the stalls. He... really didn't know what to do now. If it were him in this position, he'd shove his arms down this throat and force himself to barf out everything his body wanted him to. For now, though, he popped a squat on the floor, holding Karkat against him and bringing his long legs up to keep the boy secure. If he needed to upchuck, the toilet was right next to them.]
Chillll, best bro. I got you. You feel them sickies comin' you just pull off a sick fuckin' one-eighty, you feel me, yo?
[Gamzee ran his nails across the crown of Karkat's head, dragging his hand down softly and feeling the burn of fever against his fingertips as he did so.]
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Aren't you... [ swallowing. his throat is clinging a bit. ]
Aren't you sick too?
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[His own fever had just come around recently. He couldn't say he wasn't expecting it, by spending so much time with Karkat earlier in the week. It definitely didn't seem to be as bad as Karkat was experiencing, though.]
[He shook his head.]
Ain't nothin' fucking more than what's makin' a motherfucker get his hots and sleeps on, mostly.
[His hands kept scratching through Karkat's hair. Even though Gamzee had a fever himself, he was still cooler than the hot water bottle he was holding in his arms.]
Ain't no time to be thinkin' on them motherfuckin' things, neither, bro. Come the fuck on, just hush.
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when finished, Karkat groans. his cheek rests on the seat. little hot tears trail down said cheeks. ]
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Eurgh...
[He swallowed again, until it seemed like Karkat was just about finished. He looked so pathetic, there. Pressing his face against the toilet seat with his hot, leaky eyes. Gamzee leaned forward, resting his hand on Karkat's leg and giving it a gentle rub.]
They all motherfuckin' outta you, brother?
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[ but at least the pressure in his guts have eased. all he can see is red still, but he's so dazed that even his paranoia and disgust over it simply isn't registering. he puts his hand on top of Gamzee's, feeling that cool flesh; it's a touch of comfort and reassurance all at the same time. he's okay, just sick. he's going to be sick for a while, but at the moment he has enough in him to make a quip. ]
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I'll get you some fuckin' elixir again later.
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It's sad that I'm now looking forward to that.