Holly Heights Mailbox + Phone + Inventory

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Gau Meguro 

Father:
Mother: Dahlia Hawthorne ( coreopsideae )
Sibling: Minatsuki Tamaki ( medacium )

Voicemail
(555) 587-8423

"Hello, this is Gau Meguro! I'm sorry that I can't answer you right now, so please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can!"


Beep!

 

Earned inventory:

-- Salary from the Agito, working as a waiter/staff from November 10th 2013 onward
-- Regain coupon, gained from the sticker event
-- Regain coupon + $1200, gained from being on island 11 for the castaway event.
--Receipt for $200 + banner with COMPLETE FAILURE on it from paintball event

--$200 receipt + t-shirt that reads I SURVIVED DARE-PALOOZA AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS STUPID T-SHIRT from dare event

Comments

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whehre r u
just telllme e
this is so f\ucked up

Re: text

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hekeeps giving usp
these fufkcing clues
i cant think
im so stupiid i cant think at all
it sadi tomorrow
the message

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im not gonna figure it out on time

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iim sorry

[it's useless. it's useless. the messages keep bouncing back and he can't take it, it's so useless and stupid and why does this keep happening? why is he never enough to protect anyone? to fix anything? to do anything except writhe in anger and fear and wait for the bodies to turn up, raw and bloody, like they always do?]

i fucked it up

10/21

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[It doesn't take the text to remember how he got here, for it to wash over him like a wave, for him to drown in memory.

He hears the crack to his skull before he feels it, and before he can reach a hand to touch the fragments embedded in skin, tissue, brain, before he can turn around, he's falling to the ground

he's struggling to get up and it's going dark, the man that man is climbing over him and he's reaching his arms out to push him away, please stop why are you doing this I don't understand, why are you crushing my throat as you stare me in the eye, as I try to scream while you take my voice away from me can't you hear me can't anyone

why are you doing as you fade from my vision, I want to see I want to know why I can't see you I can't see you I can't

breathe.




It takes him those long minutes of before, when he first woke up, to realize that his breath is going in out in out in out inoutinoutinoutinout, that his entire body is just his lungs and nothing more because nothing else is controlling his motions, not his head or heaving stomach or eyes or legs that want to run towards safety and knowledge and security, not his fingers that smash out-]

bdousann

Re: 10/21

[badbreak]

[his mobile buzzes, and he almost doesn't answer it]

[the list why is immeasurable; he's exhausted, physically and emotionally, it's most likely someone trying to act like they're not checking up on him, but totally checking up on him, or someone badgering him about Nill, and it's not Nill because Nill's already with him, but it could just as likely be any of those brainless zombie fuckheads off the network playing the Landlord's bullshit game and accusing him of being the murderer of his own -- of -- ]

[(a skinny, perm-headed boy in the hospital, whose face Badou didn't look at, not once, not like that)]

[so Badou picks up the phone expecting to turn it off, to chuck it into his backpack and forget about it, because there's no point and he doesn't want to talk to anyone, it doesn't matter, because there's one person Badou wants to hear from and it's goddamn well not gonna -- ]

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[ -- be him.]

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[his fingers feel numb, his heartbeat is frantic, and he smashes buttons like he's never even seen this stupid phone before until finally]

[ ring, ring. ]

[Voice]

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[All the oxygen that his throat demanded when he had hands wrapped around it, a pillow down his throat and crushing pressure

He tried to gain control of his limbs, of his voice and mind, tried to answer the phone immediately the phone directly in his hands but the inoutinoutinoutinout just won't stop and it frustrates him as much as his mind can process in this attack of breathing.

Somehow, miraculously, his thumb swipes over the answer key and Badou is greeted with hyperventilation for 30 fast, pounding, constricting-all-of-the-veins-and-muscles-in-his-chest seconds before Gau can gasp out-]

B...B-Badou-san?!

Re: [Voice]

[badbreak]

[the breathing is fucking terrifying, because it means nothing, anybody could gasp like that, dying fish did it all the time and it didn't mean anything, it could be some perv, it could be anyone]

[he can't handle it, getting his hopes up a second time, and he's trying to disassemble them frantically in that thirty seconds, before the wrong voice comes down the line or it ends up being a stupid yappy little dog chewing on the phone or something or -- ]

[Badou-san?!]

[it's too loud in his ear, even with all that air he's struggling with; Badou feels somewhere between wanting to laugh hysterically and wanting to punch a glass window through, hearing that gasping shout]

[his mouth is slack, and for a few seconds more, he forgets to respond]

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[badbreak]

[luckily, a few reflexive if belated brain cells fire, and he blurts out]

A-are you, is this, Meguro? Gau?

[it's maybe the first time he's ever used his first name to his face]

[Voice]

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Y-Yes! Yes, it's me, I'm- T-Thank goodness! You're-- PLEASE, I-!

[Words come tumbling out in the tiny pauses between stuttered breathes, and Gau clings to his phone like it's the last thing in the world keeping him from falling off the cliff.]

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[badbreak]

[Badou only manages to bark out in short response]

Hospital?

[but he's already running, and it's the second time in as many days, his feet pounding asphalt and his heart pounding his rib cage]

[Voice]

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Yes!

[Where was Raikou, if Badou was alive then Raikou could be too, or he could be-

The thought glued him to the bed where he sat, and continued to sit as he struggled to control his breath.]

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[badbreak]

[Badou makes some kind of slightly strangled noise of assent, and he can't -- he can't hang up, because in some stupid part of his mind he's not sure if this isn't some kind of fucked up trick, or if it isn't his brain going up to the next level of crazy and just making shit up]

[he's running too fast to talk, so he answers Gau's panicked breaths with some ragged, dumbass panting of his own -- the hospitals in sight, now]

[Voice]

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--Raikou-san?!

[Gau wishes, wishes he could just stop this panting, just so he could properly ask a question that he desperately needed to know, but the name by itself is all he can ask.]

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S'fine -- he's fine -- are you, what -- haa, fuck!

[and the doors rock on their decrepit hinges as he bolts through them]

[the fucking lift's still broken, god damnit]

[takes a wheeling turn towards the stairs]

[Voice]

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[He caught a "He's fine", and that was enough for a breath of relief to be cut short and dissolve into a hiccup of unconscious tears. He wasn't crying (far from it while still in this state), but one hand clenches deep into the bed, and his shoulders droop.

...Maybe he won't be so far, when Badou finally arrives.]

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[badbreak]

[three flights of stairs are a blur, even though he stumbles on a decaying patch of step on the second flight and falls, smashing his knee hard enough for stars to pop -- ]

Shit, fuck --

[ -- useless and ignored behind his eyelid. soon he's fucking finally on the third floor and racing back to the room he'd been in hours earlier, listening to Nill breathe and trying not to fucking lose it]

[don't let it be fucked up, don't let it be a horrifying joke, don't let it be my bullshit head -- ]

[Offline]

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[Caught up in a wave of relief, panic and utter confusion, Gau stayed glued to the spot. His breaths were a level below hyperventilation, but still scattered about his ribcage like a deck of cards thrown about the room.

It feels like, with every breath that's just a touch slower than the rest, it pushes out small tears from the corners of his eyes, which collect in the basin of his eyelids.

Breathe, breathe, he just needs to breathe.]

action

[badbreak]

[hope you don't feel vulnerable or easily startled, because there's somebody slamming open the door to your room, and the door jamb bounces off the wall hard enough to shake crumbling plaster loose]

[and Meguro's there, he's fucking alive, sitting up and staring at Badou like he's about to puke or pass out or maybe start crying]

Re: [Offline]

[badbreak]

[and when hazel eyes lock with sick green all of it surges through the redhead at once; the frustration and the hopelessness and all the shit with the spine, and with Fukawa, and why didn't Gau listen to him, why didn't he himself stop it from happening, why didn't Raikou stop it, and how Meguro dare he come back after it all, like the rules of death just didn't fucking apply, like Badou hasn't been fucking mourning him]

[he paces forward, looking at that alive face, and it comes out in three sharp bullets;]

I -- you -- fuck --

Re: [Offline]

[badbreak]

[and before he knows what he's doing, he's lunged forward, his bruised and bony knuckles cracking hard right into Gau's nose, with a strangled]

F-fucker -- !

[Offline]

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[He saw orange hair, he saw a flash of dirty green, he heard something spat at him-

And he felt pain, red pain, flash across his face, obscuring any claim to vision the boy had.

(He had to breathe and he couldn't, he had to breathe and all he could do was gargle blood down his throat, it was that memory all over again, the suffocating memory of his death).

Instantly, he stumbled backward, unseeing and hazed eyes wide, covering his nose desperately with his hands but still standing, unbelievably.

(He's terrified, terrified beyond belief that the same madness that drove that man to knock him to the ground had infected Badou, that Badou would do the exact same, but with the viciousness Gau knows has been building up for some time.)]

S-ST-!

[He scores the room for a weapon, a pole, anything to strike the other boy away, strike him down, kill him if he had to-

Such thoughts reflected in those green, wild-looking eyes.]

Re: [Offline]

[badbreak]

[desperation is hot at Badou's temples, but it's not like the bad times, when his lungs ache and his blood forces itself to his brain all at once, making him wild and violent and thoughtless]

[after that knuckle-bruising hit, Badou's fists fall out to his sides, still tightly clenched, shaking, but not going after the boy; his own eye is wide, terrified as well, as if he'd been the one who'd gotten a punch to the face after reanimation]

[Badou knows what fear for your life looks like, because he's seen it and worn it more times than he can even count, can even remember. seeing it in Gau, a part of him thinks finally because this place was never to be trusted, no one should have been, and another part of him thinks shit because that look is on him, and he doesn't want it there, it hurts and it makes him even angrier, even more incoherent]

[he doesn't move forward again, standing rooted to the spot with the latter emotion -- maybe this is where a hug would come, or a round of tears, or a babbled I was I was so fucking worried, but all he can miserably blurt out with fear and anger making him twitch and shake is]

Wh-what the f-fuck, Meguro?