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Post by shades on May 30, 2017 12:53:25 GMT -5
i think tyler falling from the loft should happen a day or two later but like, we can skip to that
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on May 30, 2017 17:47:07 GMT -5
prayers for tyler
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Post by shades on May 30, 2017 17:47:49 GMT -5
plottwist: barns and nolan pushed him off the loft
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 30, 2017 17:49:22 GMT -5
well jo is ready to be mom at any given time
basically all the time so
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Post by torr on May 30, 2017 18:32:38 GMT -5
rip tyler
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Post by shades on May 30, 2017 18:34:48 GMT -5
bye tyler
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Post by torr on May 30, 2017 18:40:21 GMT -5
wow cant u show a lil respect the poor man almost died for our sins
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Bisexual
dou
✩ no one does it better
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Post by dou on May 30, 2017 18:42:25 GMT -5
Tyler Ursal Multiple days had passed in the flat. Tyler had gotten used to the ten other members of their new home, even though he was mostly secluded. His small room in the loft had become his happy place, speakers and pictures hung on his wall, as long as a small framed picture. One of his and the person he missed most. The bed was always made, clothes always folded. And he was always in the shower on time, if he ever got the damn door open to leave his room.
The constant ticking of his clock was soothing to his ears, eyes closed and glasses on the nightstand beside him. The low grumble bellowed through his body, filling the previously undisturbed air with a noise close to that of whales mating. Tyler let out a low grumble, his eyes opening as he rubbed his head. The tall twenty year old stood up and walked over to his full body mirror. He took a few moments to study his reflection, blue-hazel eyes squinting as he tried to focus on what he was seeing. Tyler licked his lips before he turned and grabbed his thick-rimmed glasses, cleaning them off before balancing them on his nose. A sad snicker escaped him as his eyes grazed across the picture, his eyes tearing up before he turned around. Tyler ran a hand through his hair, letting out a loud sigh before he looked into the mirror. It was late at night, so Tyler wasn't too worried about what he looked like. A baggy pair of black sweats and an over sized t-shirt framed his thin figure. The pale figure shrugged his shoulders before he walked towards the door, opening it before letting his big feet carry him down the steep and tiny staircase.
Carefully reaching the floor, Tyler nonchalantly walked through the room that Charlie kept in, not looking in his direction or even acknowledging he existed. Food was the only thing on his mind right now.
The tall and lanky Irishman carried himself through the flat, letting out an annoyed hiss through his nose as he felt the darkness seep over him.
A low buzzing noise filled the air as he flicked on the light, illuminating the kitchen area. Ah, home sweet home! The warm welcoming of the kitchen was a blessing, probably not being able to get through it without a nice kitchen to always be there. Tyler licked his lips before opening the fridge, peering in and searching for a snack that he could bring to his room and return the dishes later. He pulled out a slice of leftover pizza and stared at it, his mouth watering.
"Oh boy, am I going to regret this," he mumbled to himself, opening his mouth to take in the heavenly-looking slice of a death-wish.
Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.
Tyler knitted his eyebrows together, setting the piece of pizza down on a plate and pulling out the Android from his sweat's pocket.
From: Momo Mojo
Ayee, Tiddlypoo!!! How's the terrible ten?
Tyler let a smile spread across his face, his eyes following the words as he read them. One of his best friends from high school, Manuel, was texting him and already making him laugh. What a chill person.
To: Momo Mojo
Shhty, tbh. loving the uni tho !!
Tyler's fingers danced across the screen, tapping each and every letter perfectly. He picked up the plate and put his phone back in his pocket, walking through Charlie's room and smiling in his direction before walking up the steep stairs. He made it to his room, and basically inhaled his piece of pizza before he picked up the plate and made his way towards the stairs. Carelessly walking, Tyler misplaced his step.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thud.
Tyler laid on the ground, basically unconscious. His glasses were halfway across the room and his eyes were barely open, crossed almost to the point of being just the whites of his eyes. The plate crashed, adding a few cuts to his shoulder. His breathing got shallow, soft coughs escaping his lungs as the wind was knocked out of him.
Tyler quickly lost consciousness, his eyes closing and his breathing shallow and quick.
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Post by torr on May 30, 2017 18:46:55 GMT -5
HOLY SMOKES POOR BOY </3
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 30, 2017 18:52:24 GMT -5
so who finds him first probs Charlie?
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Post by shades on May 30, 2017 18:53:26 GMT -5
charlie if deaf but he deffo heard that if he was in the room. or he probably walks in and sees him
either or
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 30, 2017 18:54:37 GMT -5
oh right right i keep on forgetting i can have jo hear it??
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Post by shades on May 30, 2017 18:59:36 GMT -5
jo can hear it or charlie can probably feel tyler landing on the ground or he can be at work and just kinda shows up and wonders what happened but also charlie is an athlete/in a frat so he could be out and about doing college things
i'm not picky on who finds the poor boy
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 30, 2017 19:00:30 GMT -5
alright jo's got this
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Post by shades on May 30, 2017 19:06:13 GMT -5
yeah i'm like, i can write a reply but i'm just about to turn on netflix or play a game so if you got muse for this. go for it mate. i ain't stopping jo from mother henning. i'll go along with whatever, whether you throw charlie in the room or flat or make him not in the room or flat. i'll improvise from there
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 30, 2017 19:19:18 GMT -5
kk! im almost done
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 30, 2017 19:46:27 GMT -5
real quick should she call 911 or nah
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Post by lozi on May 30, 2017 19:50:53 GMT -5
hmmm... Anyone know First-Aid? XD
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Post by shades on May 30, 2017 19:51:47 GMT -5
i mean. he is unconscious. i am fairly certain that deffo needs a call to the hospital unless she plans on carrying him?
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 30, 2017 19:51:54 GMT -5
well like she knows the basic stuff but like would it be more fun for them to take him the er themselves
true true some people are just wierd about it
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Post by shades on May 30, 2017 19:56:13 GMT -5
i mean if he fell, knocked unconscious for a few seconds, then came to and everyone was like: yo lets make sure you aint concussed and go to the er. everyone piles in a car. thats a fun trip.
but you fall and are knocked unconscious and can't be roused? then you gotta call the emergency number.
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 30, 2017 19:58:13 GMT -5
true true just asking for plot purposes
so im totallly not a lifeguard of 4 years and have all the certifications you would expect at an Olympic facility
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Post by lozi on May 30, 2017 19:59:45 GMT -5
totally not what are you talking about
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Post by shades on May 30, 2017 20:01:29 GMT -5
totally not a expert in specialized machinery that brings entertainment and joy to the community
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Post by lozi on May 30, 2017 20:02:46 GMT -5
stop lying to yourself I have no idea if that even exists
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