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Thread: Amnesia (Nico x Hahvoc)

RE Amnesia Oliver's smile froze in place on his face. Therapy, I suppose, is about as effective as attempting to shoot an apple off a child's head, Fear, panic, and a hint of anger flashed over Oliver's features as the memory of his own words came back. It had been their first meeting. you would believe that, Lowell, but I am here to prove you wrong. Just let me help you..- The memories faded, and he unclenched his hands. Oliver breathed out slowly through his nose, calming his heart rate as he looked down at the eyes that harbored no resentment, or any of the dark wit he remembered. They were empty of everything Lowell used to be. He was just repeating smudges of old conversations. Or... Or were the memories coming back? I.. I don't like them. Not anymore. Oliver mumbled quietly, more to himself than to Lowell. No. Lowell had been sickeningly right. He had taken an aim at this patient, and missed the apple. The thing that ate away at him was Had he done it on purpose? Not maliciously... Oliver had never wanted Lowell to be shut away because he enjoyed seeing him writhe with the same hatred he had for him all that time, locked away behind a therapist's exterior. Right? Right? Tortured eyes rose and widened as he realized Lowell's face was inching closer, before Lowell pulled away and shook himself. Oliver cursed himself and his re-awakened thumping heart. Why did Kerrigan always catch him off guard! And if he didn't catch him that way, he definitely threw him. Calm down. He can't hurt you, he doesn't really remember- Just then, a grin lighted on Lowell's face. Oliver almost stumbled backwards. Sharp, white teeth bared in happiness Oliver swallowed thickly, remembering the smiles he used to receive during Lowell's therapy. The same sort of sick grin, whenever the rookie had made a crucial mistake. Nodding, Oliver stuck out a hand. Here, I'll help you. It's just down the hall.. He helped pull Lowell to his feet, ignoring the fact that he was taller and more well-set. A predator. He'd always thought that of Lowell, but now the former patient was just in pain. They made it to the bathroom, Oliver releasing Lowell, then turning so that he could lean over the tub to turn on and test the hot water for a bath. He can't stand on those injured feet.. My bedroom's across from the bathroom, and that's where I've laid out clothes for you. After you're done, I can bandage your wounds.
Thread: Amnesia (Nico x Hahvoc)

RE Amnesia I'm sorry...if...if I've upset you, Lowell said, as if the words were foreign on his tongue, but the reason was more of why he might of upset the other man. He didn't understand why he would have upset him but something was definitely off between them, as if there was some force purposely keeping the other man on his toes. It was curious but Lowell didn't bother to indulge in his curiosity. It also seemed...cruel. Taking Oliver's hand, he let himself be helped to his feet but not putting all of his weight onto the other man. His balance was still off because of his head and injured feet, but he wasn't as bad as he used to be. He didn't feel as off-center as he had before. However, he couldn't help but shuffle down the hall, trying to put as little strain on his feet as he possible could. They felt stiff but he could still feel his toes so he knew the muscles weren't dead or anything. They were just cold and hurt. He sat down on the toilet once Oliver let go of him, watching the man bend to turn the bath water on. A bath...when was the last time he had a bath? His mind remained blank and he felt like he might start panicking. Why wouldn't he remember? Taking a deep breath, he allowed himself time to let himself remember. He would stop trying to force it. Okay, I'll let you know... Lowell said, nodding slowly. Moving his hands, he tugged his shirt off, wincing at the strain on his joints and muscles. He had to have fallen or else he wouldn't hurt so badly. Looking at his now bare left shoulder, he saw some deep purple bruises and wondered how far down they went. As he looked down his torso, he saw that he had two tattoos one red and black pentacle on each pectoral. It made him wonder if he had any others. Something in his mind said that he did but they weren't on his front. Rubbing his arms, he saw that the tub was about half full and just needed a few more minutes to fill up to his liking. As he looked at Oliver, he couldn't help but ask him the one question he hadn't been wanting to ask. Are you afraid of me? Was I that bad of a patient? His eyes looked almost sad, as if he was banking on the answer to not be what he expected. But he knew. Instinctively, he knew the answer - that he was scary- and part of him didn't want to hear the words from those lips. Still, he had to know. The man was on egg shells even though Lowell hadn't done anything to scare him...right? At least, that's what he thought. Rubbing the back of his neck with his right arm, he glanced at Oliver before looking away. He didn't feel like he should look at him and hear the answer. It felt like he was waiting for some condemning words to spill over him like acid.
Thread: Amnesia (Nico x Hahvoc)

RE Amnesia I... Oliver hesitated, before turning back around, straightening, to dry his hands on a towel. When he looked back to Lowell, he was surprised to see the blue eyes locked on him with a sadness. Oliver didn't speak. The look had thrown him. Kerrigan never showed emotion. The only time he saw real feelings were during that trial when he had shown Oliver anger. Anyone would have been rightfully angry, but when Lowell was angry... If looks could butcher. Lost in his thoughts, Oliver hadn't noticed his eyes wandering over Lowell's body. His torso was cut nicely, though a little thin He needed to eat more. Two fearsome tattoos on his chest, standing out against the white skin. At first, Oliver was simply curious about the inkings, then he realized he was appreciating the lines of Lowell's powerful body as well. Despite his bruising and coloring, he still looked.. Really se- . Flushing slightly, Oliver looked away, horrified with his own thoughts. Damn, he had been paying too much attention to his work. He needed to get a girlfriend if all it took was a old terror to show up and mess with his head to make him start thinking in that direction. But he wasn't so terrible now Lowell actually looked.. kind of cute, sitting there lost. But he knew better. He knew what Lowell was capable of. Oliver shook his head, turning off the water so that the only sound in the room was the plopping of droplets into a still bath. Yes. He said slowly, forcing himself to look at Lowell. You scared me, back then. His hands unconsciously fiddled with the bottom of his shirt, giving away the obvious truth that Lowell still scared him, being here, with no guards or shackles between them. I was learning then.. from a mentor, and studying under him. He left one day, he was busy, and you Oliver turned away, biting down hard on his tongue. He didn't want to relive the nightmares. You described things to me, in such vivd detail, and all the while you were looking at me with such a- He stopped, realizing his voice had risen, a large lump growing in his throat. Oliver took a couple of breaths, then walked to stand in front of Lowell. A hand reached out, gently brushing away some strands of hair concealing the bruise on his head. You weren't a bad patient. I just.. I couldn't help you. I should have done more, I should have tried- He swallowed, but I got scared. I'm sorry. Oliver's hand dropped from the bruise, green eyes searching blue. His voice fell, quieter, Do you really not remember? Then, to almost a whisper, How did you end up with someone else's blood all over your hands?
Thread: Amnesia (Nico x Hahvoc)

RE Amnesia The plopping sound of the water in the silence arrested his attention. I don't need to be watched by a miscreant like you. Just get in the bath, Kerrigan. I'm not like those mindless meat sacks, so step off and leave me be. Or do we want another incident like last time? Drawing himself up with a breath, he looked at Oliver, watching his lips move until the words finally hit his ears, obliterating the silence. His brows furrowed as the other man looked so frightened, confused, and just terrorized. What kind of things had he said? But his thoughts drifted when Oliver got close and his hand brushed his hair. He went stiff as stone, analyzing the touch. It was soft and gentle, almost enough to blot out the words that filtered through the silence. Part of him wanted to lean into it, to own that touch, and yet he didn't want it. He didn't want any of it. Once the hand dropped, he felt his body relax to a small degree, eyes locked on that gaze. Such regret. Lowell felt himself frown in the slightest before nodding. I really just...have no idea. I hear...bits and pieces but...I don't feel like they are me. He admitted, glancing down at his hands. There was still some blood that had managed to get into the contours of his palms and under his fingernails, but otherwise it hardly fazed him. He didn't really register it or even take any emotion from it. There was just blood there but he tried to remember when he heard the question. Why was there blood? And who's? His mind circled around the word escape and the words just left his lips, hard yet teasing. They were going to stop me from leaving and I wanted to go out. I wanted out. Squinting a moment, he soon just shook his head and then looked up at Oliver, feeling that all over ache from the bruises on his back. I'd like to take a bath now...can I take one without being watched? He sounded like it was plea, as if begging for the privacy. Not many at an institute were allowed to take baths or even showers without being watched. Lowell hadn't been gifted with that sort of thing either. It was like being in a prison rather than an institute that was supposed to help. Yet he felt like that was something he remembered. All the watching. He was only left alone when he was in his room that he shared with no one. It was almost unheard of.
Thread: Amnesia (Nico x Hahvoc)

RE Amnesia Oliver stared for a while more, then nodded, warring with himself, Yes, I understand. I can try to help you remember, it might be better for you later if you did... He bit his lip. It was the truth, if he was very careful, perhaps he could pull out memories for Lowell without it being a traumatizing experience. Plus, it wasn't like he could really stay here with him. The real Kerrigan was temperamental and dangerous, not to mention he hated him, and therefore this amnesia was a risk Oliver couldn't take. First, he needed to know what What Kerrigan had done to arrive so bloody in his yard. Memories were fickle things, linked closely to emotions. Scientists still didn't understand them. Who knew what would surface and what reaction it would be? He hoped it was nothing more than grandmother's apple pie on a sunday afternoon, but knowing Kerrigan... it wouldn't be easy. However, helping him gently coax out memories in a safe environment would definitely be better than letting them sneak up on him all at once. The old Kerrigan, confused and overwhelmed with emotions, wasn't something Oliver wanted to be privy to. But he couldn't just turn him in... No, not yet. Yes, yes of course! Sorry! He stumbled, suddenly embarrassed to be in the small bathroom alone with Lowell. He had sounded so pitiful... it pulled on Oliver's sympathy. uh- soap and shampoo is on the shelf behind you, beside the towels. You can leave your clothes outside the door, I'll come by later to pick them up- Oliver paused, looking back, I hope you don't mind.. I'm going to have to throw them away. I- ah, I don't think the stains will come out. Damn. That sentence sounded so convicting... Oliver quickly exited the bathroom after receiving an answer, cursing himself. He already knew he was in deep shit. If the authorities found out he was harboring that guy.. No, I'm just sheltering him until he is- What? Himself again? Yeah, great idea. Head hurting, Oliver went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. He cleaned off Kerrigan's uneaten food and washed the dishes, trying not to think to much about what to do next. Green eyes every so often flicked to his phone, before they dropped away again. It almost seemed surreal, all of this, all at once.
Thread: Amnesia (Nico x Hahvoc)

RE Amnesia Nico x Hahvoc Lowell had been only mildly surprised when Oliver had walked in, making him blink before giving him a half-hearted smile. Seeing all the bandages, he couldn't help but sigh and then settle on the bed. Something about being taken cared of didn't sit well with him even though he liked being doted over even if he got the distinct feeling that Oliver was afraid of him. He watched him, he couldn't help it, and took in all his features. He was an attractive man, something worth...keeping and yet some niggling part of him said he wanted to keep him pure unlike all the things in his apartment. It was a strange feeling, to want to ruin something and yet keep it whole. It was like chess not knowing where to move your queen even if you had all the power. It was too easy to lose it. His brows raised when Oliver mentioned the bruises on his back. He hadn't stripped down when Oliver was around so- Blushing the tiniest bit, he couldn't help but give a small smirk at Oliver. Did you like what you saw? He couldn't help but ask, he didn't know where exactly the confidence came from but sitting up from his laying down position, he gave Oliver a brief but analytical once-over until his eyes rose to Oliver's gaze. He was lying, something told Lowell that Oliver was lying but he decided to let him have the lie. People deserved to keep some sanity. Moving a hand over his hair, he felt like he needed a haircut but would make due with what he had. He couldn't risk going outside and his body inwardly cringed at the thought of being in the cold. Stuck in the cold. Too much white. Not enough black. Not enough color. Not enough differences. Too much white. His mind murmured feverishly until the voice settled down into the vastness that was Lowell's mind. It was rough and made his head hurt, causing his eyes to wince. The burst of confidence was gone and left him shrugging lightly as he looked up at Oliver, frowning the slightest bit. Why don't I lay on the couch? It is your house and I don't want to impose even more than I already have...
Thread: Amnesia (Nico x Hahvoc)

RE Amnesia Nico x Hahvoc Lowell blinked in surprise at the outburst, wondering why Oliver was so flustered. It had been a...kind of innocent question, right? And his suggestion wasn't terrible, but it seemed it had struck a nerve. Flattening his palms on the sheets of the bed, he just watched Oliver pack up all of his supplies, looking like an animal trapped in a cage. He was jittery and paranoid, from what he could tell. It was...kind of cute...in a weird but attractive way. His head supplied a random burst of pain as he heard someone speak that almost sounded like him but cruel and almost sexual in his mind. What's the matter? Can't deal with a man who wants to fuck the innocence out of you? It's almost cute. Maybe I'll just keep teasing you. It's more fun that way than if you could play my game on equal footing...Besides, you asked what I thought of you. I'm just being honest. Rubbing his temples with his index fingers, he watched Oliver and listened to him as he said he wasn't allowed to sleep on the couch as it would impede on him healing. He frowned more, staring up at him with an almost blank expression. This was becoming a pain to be told what to do. He just wanted to feel useful and not in the way. However, he felt that arguing wouldn't solve anything and would result in yelling that he didn't want to listen to. Not with where his head was at. It was frustrating being in a state of uncertainty. As Oliver got up and said he would be back in a couple hours, Lowell watched his retreating back, feeling like there was a weight in his chest, almost like a chasm of yearning. But what was he yearning for? ----- After making himself some pasta, simple and uncomplicated like he felt food should be, he sat on the bed in Oliver's room. He made sure to keep everything clean and neat, and organized, something that was just natural to him. He was messy, he knew that, but being in someone's space kept him OCD. OCD...OCD. Why do you feel you must keep everything clean in someone's house? The familiar voice asked yet muffled and uncertain of their own question. It's easier not to leave evidence behind. Besides, can't get caught if you keep everything clean. This other voice was smirking. So you think of committing these acts often? Of course, especially when there are tasty morsels like yourself walking around, unawares, and vulnerable. Enough. Just answer the questions without straying. Can't help it...you're distracting me, Doctor. Lowell rubbed his forehead, wanting to stop these voices that kept popping up. The sequences were so out of whack, like a reel of film that had been cut and random strips added and pasted together. He just knew nothing was in order like it was supposed to be. None of it made sense. Who was the cruel voice? Who was the scared voice? Who was the sweet voice? And who was the...voice that terrified him? Squinting up at the ceiling, he sighed before finishing his meal, putting away his mess until sleep started to impede on any thinking processes. He slipped under the covers of the bed, hugging a pillow to his chest until sleep finally overrode his cortex.
Thread: Amnesia (Nico x Hahvoc)

RE Amnesia Nico x Hahvoc The T.V in the living room was still on. It shed light on the figure slumped on the couch. Oliver's eyes creaked open as he slowly came to. Spread-eagle on the small fake-leather thing, with one leg propped up on the coffee table, and the other hanging off the side, he wasn't in the most comfortable position. He frowned as he groggily gathered his surroundings and noted the shadow of a man standing in the hall. Wait... SHIT! Fuck-- shit! Oliver jolted awake, thrashing out of the pillows on the couch, sending some flying, and bashing his knee rather nastily against the edge of the coffee table. f-h.. WIth a hand to his forehead, Oliver slowed his racing heart. A couple of deep breaths later, he straightened and hobbled towards the shadow figure, muttering under his breath. Oliver passed Kerrigan, flipping on the light switch in the hall, then turned to squint up at his house guest in the light. You're awake, Oliver remarked with a grunt, running a hand through his hair to keep it out of his eyes. He needed a haircut. He stared into Kerrigan's eyes, but there didn't seem to be any cold-blooded intention to kill him there. Instead, there was just a base confusion. Oliver let out a groggy sigh. He was a morning person himself, but Kerrigan had slept all day, which meant he'd probably be up all night. Great. You hungry? He asked after a moment, finding the silence in the hall to be a little awkward, I bought some stuff today. Some chicken and pasta- A gravely serious woman's voice jerked him fully awake, and Oliver spun quickly. -And we come back to our main headline story. A man by the name of Lowell Kerrigan has escaped from Emallry Mental Hospital. A picture of Kerrigan, clad in the hospital's patient uniform appeared on screen next to the blond announcer. Citizens of Bethel are urged not to approach him. He is highly dangerous and mentally unstable. He may be armed. With more on the story is our correspondent, Lina- The T.V went dark. Oliver's hand fell from the T.V. As she had spoke, he had rushed around the furniture to push off the power button. Slowly he rose and turned, looking back at Lowell, standing in the hall.
Thread: Amnesia (Nico x Hahvoc)

RE Amnesia Nico x Hahvoc That's supposed to be me, isn't it? Lowell asked softly, since he was still a bit unnerved by Oliver's dance around the room and the lights were harsh on his eyes. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats as he took in Oliver's look. Maybe he should just go back to sleep. Rubbing a hand over his hair and face, Lowell didn't really know what to say or how to process it. So he was an escapee from a facility, that seemed right to him somehow. But the rest? He had seen the picture, just a glimpse and he still didn't exactly feel like it was supposed to be him, especially when he looked at Oliver and felt like eating him up. Like the Big Bad Wolf... Shaking that thought aside, he backed up a little, feeling as though if he just went to bed he could forget about the picture he'd seen and that he was a convict...or something. A fugitive? That was probably the correct word to use for this situation. Yet something was nagging him. Why are you protecting me? He asked at last, staring at Oliver and his rumpled appearance. It made him hungry in a way he hadn't felt before. He wanted to ravish him, push him up against the wall and devour him. It was carnal, the feeling that sifted through his blood, but he couldn't deny whatever attraction this was to Oliver. He didn't understand it and didn't bother to question it, just that he probably shouldn't go through with it.
Thread: Roleplay partner search.

I am really feeling a shapeshifter were-something based roleplay. I also really want to play something based in or around an Asylum or something perhaps. I wan't to play my character Soren, who is indeed Insane.
Thread: Roleplay partner search.

Hey there I would be more than happy to do a shapeshifterwere Roleplay with you I do have some experience with these types of Roleplays. I've always been wanting to test out my new Oc character Blazin. If you'd like just PM me and we can talk more there can't wait to hear from you.