Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose Falin was in a very sour mood when he was finally released from the hospital. he had bitched at Carlos the entire time, complaining that the man was too freaking happy. Carlos quickly learned not to talk, or smile in Falin's presence. Falin allowed such things from Tristan, but if anyone was too happy around him, including the nurses and doctors, he quickly gave them a tongue lashing which soon had a scowl on their faces instead. he was glad to be out of the hospital, and lounged in the bed signing release papers, glancing at Tristan when he asked the question. i don't know. he admitted simply. i don't much like this city. he admitted simply. i think i might only stay a few more days before moving on. he mused. certainly three days of having Tristan all to himself for a few days would ease this strange, desperate desire to... hell Falin didn't even know... he just wanted Tristan, the man baffled him... and yet, didn't annoy him like the rest of the world did. it's safer at my house. he mused simply. the chipper bastard can even come with. Falin refused to call Carlos by name. which was probobly a good thing because Carlos was still rather terrified of Falin. this is a bad idea. Carlos whispered to Tristan when he returned with the soda as Falin finished the paperwork, got out of bed, stripped completely nude, and walked into the bathroom for a shower, Carlos flushing brightly. ...not much modesty in that one is there? but even Carlos had to admit... Falin had a very nice body. ...he burned my bible... he complained, sulking at Tristan. i get the feeling my attempts at converting him have gone badly... he admitted, shaking his head. i don't like how obsessed he is with you Tristan... it's not healthy and it's certainly not going to end well for either of you... he muttered, worried about his freind. Falin was a bad man, immoral and completely without conscience. he's going to do terrible things to you Tristan... you can't save him... Carlos whispered, looking worried. and you might be risking your Soul to try... Carlos whispered softly grimacing as Falin came back out, and glared at the new bible in Carlos's hand's. the boy clutched it close to him, his eyes flashing with fear as Falin sneered at him, or more like the book that Carlos was protecting, and walked out of the hospital, fully expecting Tristan to simply follow him. this time, Falin didn't go to the Park, he simply hailed a Taxi, waited for Tristan and Carlos to get in, gave the driver an Address, and napped until they got there. once they reached the edge of the city, where the buildings turned into grass and nature, Falin paid the Driver and headed out, Carlos glancing at Tristan. ...another underground house... he's more animal than man, i think... he's... feral... Carlos was clearly very unhappy about all of this, but Tristan was his only protection, and he was following Falin, so Carlos was following Tristan. Falin led the way to a tree stump, and slid it out of the way with his foot, sliding down into the nicely large hole that was underneath, Carlos sighing a little. well... at least we won't be found anytime soon... Carlos grumbled, following Falin down, looking amazed at what he found inside... it was a house, an actual house... true, there where no windows, but there where doors, and rooms, a fully working kitchen, even a living room with Cable and everything. this is one of my houses.. make yourselves at home i guess. clearly, Falin was regretting the deal he had made, but... he intended on getting something out of having to stay in the hospital.