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Post by TARQUIN FINLEY ELLIS on Mar 14, 2013 4:41:20 GMT
He might not have been in the right state of mind to have shown up and said anything before Calan's surgery -- there had been so much that had been going on -- but Quinn had gone to the hospital anyway, to wait it out. Mostly he spent the time outside the hospital in the area given for smoking, going in and out between who knows how many cigarettes to talk to their mother and see if there were any updates. It looked like she was barely holding it together with all that had been happening, and Quinn didn't blame her at all. It was obvious she was trying to keep her cool for Calan's sake, but Quinn knew there was so much more going on under the surface. They hadn't told Calan about Amery, and honestly, Quinn had no intention of breaking the news to Calan. He didn't want to talk about it at all. Or Ever. Quinn had his reasons for what he'd done, and he didn't regret it.
Quinn hadn't gone home at all through the surgery and all that, simply lingering around and waiting. Went through a couple packs of cigarettes in attempt to calm his nerves; smoking like a chimney. His lungs would be shot if he kept it up, and he knew he should quit, but... it was pretty damn addicting. And after what he'd done, and the fact that after all those months of staying out of trouble for the most part, he was back to getting in fights more often. From there, he'd also been ending up in jail a good amount again too. One thing after another, going downhill ever since Roman had died. Quinn just wasn't holding it together very well, though he couldn't just stay away with Calan in the hospital and with Amery now dead. Quinn cared about his mother, and even though he'd gotten rid of Amery, he still wanted to be there for what little he had left of his immediate family.
Not sure how to proceed once Calan was out of surgery, awake and able to have visitors; Quinn waited for the first round of visitors to have their time -- their mother, Shay, anyone who slipped in before him -- and then finally got his shit together enough to go and see his brother. On the walk to the room, Quinn passed by Shay and gave the witch the finger -- the guy had hurt Calan more then once and Quinn could hold a grudge like no other -- but left it at that. Quinn might not give Calan any shit about taking the witch back, but it didn't mean he liked Shamus any. Once at Calan's room door, he knocked on it. "Hey Calan, you awake?" He called out, not wanting to be a bother or walk right in. |
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Post by CALAN HUNTER ELLIS on Jul 2, 2013 0:29:11 GMT
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best of you, is something getting the best of you? Taking your faith, it’s real the pain you feel. 
Thankfully, Calan had video games to keep him company. Few things in life he enjoyed more than video games were things he could no longer due while he was stuck in the worlds most uncomfortable bed. Cooking was something he missed, that and just playing with his dogs in the park. Sex was also something he missed, but he wouldn’t get that for a little while, however he could still picture it. Either way, he was slowly starting to get comfortable inside his closed room. However, the one thing he missed more than anything was contact with another person. His mother was always there, true enough and Shay could see him from time to time, but anyone else? Hardly. Very few people had come to see him, even his family seemed distant.
Sighing softly, Calan closed his DS and curled up in his bed for a bit. Figuring now would he as good a time as any he left himself close his eyes to try and catch some sleep. Not that he needed it. Actually he could have used some time to not sleep, but when everything became repetitive. He had to figure out something. His body was still weak as hell, so it took a major toll on his over all mental condition. He would try and fight, try to make things seem better but he wasn’t sure if he would ever leave the bed. Childish thoughts often came to his mind at the worst times. Out of nowhere, he suddenly heard someone say his name. Slowly the boy rolled over to look at his brother. Quinn. Calan was in slight shock.
“You’re actually here?” The boy would forever hold a grudge on his elder brother for leaving him all alone in that house when their father was alive. For never seeing him, and even when he did it was always the same. Call Calan a brat, but he felt as though he had some rights to be angry with Quinn. He quickly shook his head and offered a smile. Happy to see his brother for once. “Sorry, I just thought you’d be here like tomorrow or something.” A slight lie. Calan was surprised to see him so soon no matter what. He had no idea where his brother went when he was gone, nor did their mother. He could have jumped states or something and take days to get there. Never the less, whatever feelings he had to his brother Calan was very happy to see him.
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Post by TARQUIN FINLEY ELLIS on Jul 20, 2013 19:22:04 GMT
Quinn had been distant with everyone lately. He was crashing at the mansion with their mother for now, and it was helping him avoid most people. He could not deal with that on top of everything else. Not right now. Quinn hadn't even talked really to his girlfriend. It had been awhile since he had even seen Nikki, to be honest. And then the thing with Giselle came up again... It was a lot to process on top of worrying over Calan. Though he did kind of wonder what his younger brother thought of about the betrothal thing Quinn had been all but thrown in. But he was pretending to accept it, go along with it. Trying to be a good son and all that when everything seemed to be going to hell for the family.
He noticed the look on Calan's face to see him there, and the words, too. Quinn knew he hadn't been the best at keeping in contact, but he did care. Thing was, what was he to do to see Calan anyway? When not in the hospital -- and Quinn disliked hospitals in general -- Calan was often with Shay. And, well, Quinn did not feel like going over to the witch's house to see Calan. It felt wrong to him. Yes, he felt happy for his younger brother for finding happiness, but he wasn't fond of Shay and Calan knew this. It was not, and never would be, a secret. Quinn had far too many secrets though, yet Calan was one of the very few who knew one that most would never learn. And it was perhaps a little awkward for Quinn.
Okay, yes, Quinn felt bad for leaving Calan at the mansion with Amery there, but he never saw anything bad happening to Calan because of Amery. Sure, their father wasn't very fatherly to any of them, but Quinn never noticed any physical abuse being dished out on Calan. The kid was too frail for that, and too... what was the word? Precious? to the clan. Progeny and all; he had to be protected and safe. Amery wouldn't cross that line, at least. Calan had enough bad going on physically. Like now. Quinn could see that Calan wasn't quite out of the woods yet with the surgery. It showed. At least Calan had a smile for him, even if Quinn knew Calan wasn't exactly happy with him still.
Quinn pulled up a chair to the side of the bed and sat down, trying to be brotherly. "I've been here the whole time during the surgery and all... It just took a bit to collect myself. I don't like seeing you unwell, and you know I can barely stand hospitals..." He gave a small shrug. "I'll probably die of cancer at the rate I'm going, being all worried about you." He added with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood. Though he figured that the cancer thing would probably be true, considering how much he chain smoked when he was stressed. And there had been a lot of stress going on. "I could possibly sneak a cake in, if you want one..." There was a faint chuckle, though his fingers twitched at the urge to grab another cigarette.
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