forum The Drug (Asylum/Lab RP) [closed]

Started May 24, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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Aliana giggled, "Oh don't deny it. You enjoy my company."

“I enjoy your company the way a stranded man enjoys the company of search planes flying over him,” she said pointedly.

Aliana giggled louder and she beamed, "That still means you enjoy it. A stranded man would be grateful for the search planes."

"You told me you hated listening to me talk," he muttered, a pang of self loathing creeping into his chest. At the memory of what Vaughn had told him he felt the urge to shut himself up. You should keep talking. Piss him off enough and he might finish the job, his mind hissed

“I didn’t say that you couldn’t talk at all. Just constant chatter stresses me out,” Vaughn explained, knee bouncing as he felt fidgety again.

Aliana giggled louder and she beamed, "That still means you enjoy it. A stranded man would be grateful for the search planes."

“Let me specify - flying over him and not seeing him then flying away.”

"That's the same thing," he grumbled, stretching his legs out slowly as he worked the feeling back into them. "I'm loud and annoying and I either talk too much or not at all. I can't just…only talk a little."

Vaughn rolled his eyes. “It’s not that hard to do,” he muttered, tilting his head back against the inside of the van, Adam’s apple bobbing.

"Oh," Aliana's smile dropped for a second. It returned and she continued humming.

Kaz's eyes glanced over at Vaughn's neck before looking away quickly. "Yeah but I'm a fucking dumbass who can't do anything without some level of unnecessary difficulty," he mumbled. Just fucking ask him to knock you out. Please, I'm in pain just from listening to you two, his mind groaned

Vaughn shifted positions a bit more so he was slouching a tad now. He exhaled sharply, rubbing at the name of his neck, fingers trailing over a scar. His hand fell back to his lap, jaw clenching. “Fine,” he answered simply.

Kaz decided to listen to his mind, just once. "I give you permission in advance to just knock my lights out if I ever piss you off again. Not that you need it or anything," he muttered, turning to look away from Vaughn. He wanted nothing more but to shrink into the seat and fold in on himself, but the cuffs and the fact that he was in the seat of a van didn't help much

(Sorry for taking a hot minute to respond, my little girls (my two dogs) are all getting in my lap because they are scared of a storm that’s going on)

Vaughn exhaled sharply. The whispers told him that he should, but he didn’t. “I’m not going to fucking hit you. I’m not as much of an asshole as you think,” he mumbled, turning away from Kaz as well.

(lol it's cool)
"Sorry," Kaz muttered, bringing his feet up to curl in the seat. He wrapped his free arm around himself, blinking as a small drop of blood dripping into his eye. He didn't bother to wipe it away. You deserve it. Your frail twiggy little body couldn't hurt Vaughn and you deserve to wear your failure on your face, his mind spat

(It’s pretty funny because these aren’t small dogs, ones a pit bull-retriever mix and the other is a german Shepard, so I’m low key being crushed rn lmao)

Vaughn glanced over his shoulder at Kaz upon hearing his soft tone. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, but softened slightly when seeming Kaz’s upset state. He exhaled slowly, shaking his head to himself. He felt a small pang of… something in his chest, but he couldn’t exactly pin point what it was that he was feeling.

(oh my god lol. I've got a white german shepherd who's frikkin huge and he jumps on my lap when people drive to the house)
Kaz curled in on himself tighter, half from wanting to fold in on himself and half from it feeling like the van was freezing. He scratched absently at his neck, rubbing at the knot that had formed towards the base of it. God did he need his painkillers

(Oh my gosh, white shepherds are soooo pretty looking)

Vaughn frowned as he watched Kaz. He got an idea, and the whispers told him not to, but he did so anyways. He took out a labeled vile and slipped a syringe from its packaging. He stuck the needle into the clear liquid, gathering a bit into the syringe. He reached over, giving Kaz’s shoulder a slight tap.

(yeah, ours is a giant dork named Bolt who's impossible to find in the snow and loves to lay on people lol)
Kaz flinched, turning his head. His eyes widened at the sight of the needle. God, finally. He's giving you poison or something, thank god, his mind groaned. He glanced over at the guards, who all seemed to be looking away. He pointed at himself questioningly

(Wait I said in the other chat I may have to vanish but imma stay around for a few more minutes)

Vaughn glanced over at the guards, then back at Kaz. “Take it,” he mouthed. “You said you wanted it earlier,” he continued, voice raising to a faint whisper.

(ok cool)
Kaz uncurled, reaching for the syringe. He stopped just before he took it, looking at Vaughn like he expected him to yank it back or stab him somewhere unpleasant with it. "I…I don't know where to put it," he mumbled quietly

Vaughn nodded towards Kaz’s duffel bag, when his arm jerked back towards him at the sound of a man’s voice, asking what he was doing with the syringe. “It’s just my medication, I’m Agoraphobic. You can ask the doctors,” he said, hating that he had to admit one of his mental illnesses. But the guard gave him a wary look before turning his head away again.

"N-No, I mean, where do I stab myself with it?" he asked before reaching over and taking the syringe gingerly from Vaughn's hands. He unzipped his bag, tossing the syringe inside carefully before zipping it back up

Vaughn reached up, pointing at the artery on the side of his neck, and then at the top of his forearm, right before the bend of his elbow. “Works quicker if you do it in the neck,” he mumbled in a low tone, pleased that Kaz hadn’t commented about him being Agoraphobic.

Kaz nodded. When he got the chance he was going to use it as soon as possible. "Thank you," he murmured, sitting upright and curling up on the seat again. He chuckled a little. "Why so nice all of a sudden?"

“You looked like someone kicked a puppy or something,” Vaughn said, picking at his finger nails once again. But then he realized that sounded like he cared, so he added on quickly. “And it was annoying.”