Wash away this pain (Peter)

[Peter Connel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true] [style=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 50px 50px 50px 50px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 0px; float: left; background-image: url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv187/Dorio98/Albu%205/25126133-2.png);] • It's easier to run Replacing this pain with something numb Peter heard that he had misunderstood what Takane had meant. Well, perhaps so. Peter could tell that this young man's outlook on life was quite different from his own. Peter had gone towards the cosmetic reasons for wanting to remove scars, but he hadn't put any extreme weight on the mental part of it. There was still no point in removing those mental scars, at least not for Peter. Scars were permanent, engraved into a person, and they became a part of that person. Dr.Connel hated himself, but he wasn't going to change his personality. He thought the scars he possessed made him a somewhat stronger person. If he hadn't become stronger when he got these scars, he wouldn't have survived this long. What didn't kill you made you stronger... Peter wasn't exactly able to witness Takane's heroism. Peter's eyes caught a glimpse of extremely fast motion. He heard a crash after he realized he had been pushed back. Dr.Connel took a step back from the scene, witnessing Takane pull some glass out of his wounds. It took the human a second to register that the light had fallen, and that the glass shattered and caused the young man's injuries. He was bleeding quite a bit from an arm wound, and Peter went into serious doctor mode without realizing it. He zoned in on the wound, inspecting it from where he was already. Peter was distracted for a moment, looking up the few inches difference between his eyes and Takane's. "I'm fine, thanks to you. I'm going to have to do something about the wound of yours. Can you remove your shirt for me?" Peter glanced down the hallway towards where the elevator was. His office and his lab were on different floors. His medical supplies was on an even lower level then his office. For now he could use what he had, which would be the bandages he used to cover his scars. The ones on his wrists would be the most useful length, and he could make a tourniquet if the bleeding was extreme, or just something to slow the blood loss. The bandages were clean, besides just being wrapped around his own wrists all day. It wasn't the most sterile wrapping, but it would do until Peter could get to his precious medical supplies. The doctor was totally off in medical book zone, looking back at Takane's wounds. If Takane decided to protest treatment, Peter would just have to find a way to be convincing... It's so much easier to go Than face all this pain here all alone NOTES | unknown WORD COUNT | unknown LYRICS | Easier to Run by Linkin PArk CREDIT | OREOMONSTER

[Takane Shinjou]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; background-image:url(http://i39.tinypic.com/245zx91.jpg); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Takane Shinjou The Words: oo The Tags:oo Notes: oo Takane was just about ready to go on, bleeding and all when the reaction actually caught him off guard. Of course the focus would be the wound on his arm, he turned fully around so that he was facing Peter. He didn't seem concerned about anything but treating the wound. The request he made, Takane found himself incredibly apprehensive. However his shirt was ruined anyway, but the scars that covered the rest of his arms. It was almost too great an embarrassment to him. Takane actually found a strangled startled noise escape his throat, which was caught between a sigh and a squeak. He tried to push the thoughts out of his head as he released the pressure on his arm. Slipping his shirt off carefully, it slid easily off his fairly thin frame and onto the floor. The crunch of the glass was a noticeable sound to him as his shirt's weight fell upon it. Almost as if his head were a part of his shirt, it dropped as well. He didn't want to show Peter his face, for some reason he was incredibly embarrassed of this. Takane's arm dripped onto his green shirt, he stared at it as the liquid attached itself to each little fiber. Now everything was really visible, well maybe not the worst of the scars. There were places where you could see old stitches, his arms were torn in multiple places littering his flesh with scars. Plus the newly added wounds that seemed to continue to add to the gruesome look of his arms. Takane's body was still pale in reaction to everything, but he wasn't reacting, nor protesting. It was a direct display of why he'd earned the nickname of the academy dog by a few. The most noticeable scar on Takane was a large gash that went from his left shoulder, disappearing beneath his tank top. It stretched across the lenght of his torso, thankfully that was at least hidden. "I'm assuming this is going to delay things... Amusing phrasing you used.." Takane still hadn't looked up, he had his head dropped and to the side. Refusing to bring his head back up to look at Peter.

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[Peter Connel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true] [style=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 50px 50px 50px 50px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 0px; float: left; background-image: url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv187/Dorio98/Albu%205/25126133-2.png);] • It's easier to run Replacing this pain with something numb Peter watched Takane as he slipped off the garment. The removal of the clothing revealed many things. It showed Dr.Connel the many scars Takane possessed, as well as the new wound he had just received. He inspected the wound, sighing. He took a step closer, and carefully touched the boy's arm to get a closer look. He was a doctor so he could be trusted. "Just relax, I know what I'm doing." Peter's hands were surely a bit cool, but considering the wound that would be fine. A wound like this would be inflamed soon, and that would make it hot and painful. Peter could see that this wound needed stitches, but not much more then that thanks to the blood flow blocking his view. Peter was being careful not to get blood on his bare hands. Peter let go of the young man, and took a small step backwards to give the kid some space. Peter started unwrapping the bandage around his wrist calmly. There was no need to panic, Takane wouldn't die from this wound, but it still needed treatment. "It won't need a tourniquet, but I need to slow the blood flow. I'm going to wrap this around your arm, is all the glass removed that you know of?" Peter was so to the point and calm about this. Professional doctors couldn't panic, not ever. In training, back when Peter was learning the profession, his instructor would shout at him while he performed practice surgeries and such. It was maddening, the pressure of performing a surgery correctly while having someone breathing down your neck shouting at you. Peter survived it though, and of course so did his patient, and he was thankful. That kind of pressure had taught him to stay cool and collected. No panicking, just calm. Takane started speaking about delays and phrasing. Peter was distracted from his medical zone train of thinking for a moment. The man shrugged, had his wording been odd? What did the young man expect? That his doctor was some sort of pervert? Peter kept on the perma-smile of his. "Your health is more important then keeping to schedule; and I'm sorry if my manner of speaking makes you uncomfortable. You're just going to have to trust me, since I'm the doctor here." Dr.Connel didn't seem irritated at all that his phrasing was "amusing." He didn't really care about such things, since his personality simply did not allow silly things like that to be processed too often. It's so much easier to go Than face all this pain here all alone NOTES | unknown WORD COUNT | unknown LYRICS | Easier to Run by Linkin PArk CREDIT | OREOMONSTER

[Takane Shinjou]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; background-image:url(http://i39.tinypic.com/245zx91.jpg); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Takane Shinjou The Words: oo The Tags:oo Notes: oo Takane didn't move, or react to anything. The cold touch was very much noted when Peter grabbed his arm. It was an incredibly gentle touch, considering the types of people that usually worked here. Takane glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. Just relax, I know what i'm doing. Takane didn't doubt that, but he wasn't freaked out in all honesty. He was almost as calm as Dr. Connel, which was actually a bit unnerving. He didn't have emotions, or registry to the pain, he noted the care Peter took so as not to get any blood on his hands. Contamination was something the black haired teen was well aware of. As far as he knew, he wasn't actually diseased in a term that someone would have to worry, but Peter didn't know that. Then he inquired about the glass shards. "As far as I can tell there aren't any other shards of glass. My body probably would be acting or reacting to a foreign object more violently than this." Takane again showing he was a bit more knowledgeable than he probably should have been. But in all truth he was just very aware of his body and how it reacted. It made things easier to deal with. Takane didn't hear any irritation in Dr. Connels voice despite the way he spoke. But at least it was reassuring to know that his health was more of a concern anyway. "I'm relaxed, I haven't questioned your ability. You wouldn't be the head scientist here if you didn't know what you were doing." Takane watched as Peter removed the bandages from his wrists. It made him feel a bit guilty, he'd have rather bled all the way down to the medical supplies. But he didn't protest or fight anything that Peter had actually suggested to doing. Or stated that would be helpful. But now the pain registered again. Takane's eyes widened slightly at the pain that hit him in an intense wave. That caught him off guard as well. He always had a delayed reaction to pain, when he probably should've noticed almost immediately. His first instinct was to bite his lip to distract his body from one pain source to another. The pain his fang caused himself that slipped into his lips was actually greater than that in his arm. It helped greatly, so long as Peter didn't pay attention to Takane's unusual coping technique. Self destructive, self inflicting, it was incredibly frowned upon in this place.

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[Peter Connel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true] [style=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 50px 50px 50px 50px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 0px; float: left; background-image: url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv187/Dorio98/Albu%205/25126133-2.png);] • It's easier to run Replacing this pain with something numb Peter heard Takane's response. No glass that he was aware of, and another phrase that made Peter believe him all the more. The young man in front of Peter seemed very self-aware, which was always a good trait. It was always good to know where you stand after all. Peter was curious as to how far that self-awareness stretched out for Takane. Was he also this emotionally aware? Or was it limited to the planes of the physical world? Either way, Peter would need to do something about this wound. He got closer again, and with the bandage prepared to wrap the wound somewhat. He first folded one end so that it was thicker then the rest, and then placed it gently on the wound. His hands then took care of wrapping, which would begin to bind the wound more firmly. This would probably sting a little, but from what Peter could tell, Takane could handle pain. Dr.Connel had told him to just relax. Takane's response was a little amusing. Peter tsked as he finished wrapping the wound, "You shouldn't be so trusting. Just because someone holds a title doesn't mean they can't be corrupt. Not that I fall into that category." It was if Peter didn't want to be trusted, and then he did again. How confusing! Dr.Connel was such a conflicting man that his contradictions sometimes carried out into other places. Like now for example. Of course, what he was saying was definitely true. He could have possibly bargained or cheated his way into this position. No,he had done no such things, but he had lost a so much and gotten this job in return. It was a worthless position compared to what it had cost him. "That's the best I can do without my supplies. Your going to need stitches, please come with me to my lab." Peter was polite about it, but there was no question that this was more of an order then a request. Peter wouldn't allow Takane to stay in his current condition. If he refused, Peter would just have to go get his personal slave assistant to fetch him and drag escort him to Peter's lab. It would be easier if Takane just allowed Peter to treat him. The doctor only thought of plan Bs because some test subjects weren't very willing to be treated by a doctor like himself. Peter wouldn't blame them... It's so much easier to go Than face all this pain here all alone NOTES | unknown WORD COUNT | unknown LYRICS | Easier to Run by Linkin PArk CREDIT | OREOMONSTER

[Takane Shinjou]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; background-image:url(http://i39.tinypic.com/245zx91.jpg); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Takane Shinjou The Words: oo The Tags:oo Notes: oo Takane didn't move, or react to anything. Takane ignored Peter scolding him again. Like a child that deserved it, he trusted his instincts far more than human intuition. They probably wouldn't have referred him to Peter, this was a government operation. You'd think they'd make sure whoever they hired was trustworthy and knew what they were doing. That was a blatant fact that stood out. Takane allowed Dr. Connel to bandage the wound, to which the pain was even worse. His other hand replaced his lips as it reached his mouth. Takane could deal with pain, but only because he found another way to control how his body took note of it. By distracting it with a controlled amount of pain, it made things more bearable. He could hear as his fangs slipped beneath the flesh on his hand, as well as feel it. He didn't respond to Peter's words at all, statements about how he needed to follow him to the lab. The word sent apprehension through his spine, but he didn't protest. Takane instead glanced up finally, his face was actually incredibly pale. He reached out with the arm Peter had just wrapped and moved a bit closer to the elevator, pressing the call button but his hand never left his face. It may have looked comical or worrying to see the behavior but Takane was further reluctant to reveal his habits. He found this unavoidable now. Takane would probably reprimanded for this too, he felt like he'd made a giant mess out of the whole situation. It actually distressed him, he felt a sudden urge of compulsion to clean up the mess. His arm fell back at his side a bit to roughly, without really thinking Takane gasped slightly, which in turn caused his fangs to dislodge from his flesh, to which his hand was bleeding slightly now too. Was it really this hard for him not to make a mess out of everything? "I don't know if you've figured this out yet, but the chances of me declining a request rather even a demand from the staff is very small. I came here of my own accord, I have no right to decline anything this academy desires to do with me." Takane felt he should make that clear, he was growing irritated but anyone would be irritated in pain. Especially when you had blood everywhere, glass torn arms, and more pain from yourself. Everything was just an entire mess, and caused an anxious response in him. It seemed to take forever for the elevator to reach the floor the two were on. Where the hell was this thing? "This entire area is a mess... Actually everything is a mess... " Takane took note again, but it seemed to be more of a mental reference than anything. The feeling that your entire body was dirty, but could do nothing about it. More anxiety found its way to the surface as Takane stared down the empty hallway. The pain in his arm was increasing now that he was aware of it, as well as his hand. That'd be another annoyance for Peter to insist upon dealing with if he so chose to do so. Takane couldn't help but wonder if Peter found the boy a bit insane for this whole thing. But he was still worried, everyone's life to him was more important than his own. That was displayed with reckless actions. "Are you sure you're alright? ... You didn't hear the light at all did you?" Takane glanced back at Dr. Connel. For the first time a registry of emotion actually crossed his face. It was a faint hint of concern for the other man. He was still a complex but kind hearted kid under this mess. Something that hadn't ever been taken away from him.

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[Peter Connel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true] [style=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 50px 50px 50px 50px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 0px; float: left; background-image: url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv187/Dorio98/Albu%205/25126133-2.png);] • It's easier to run Replacing this pain with something numb Takane called the elevator for them. Peter looked at the door, he probably should have called that earlier. He had been distracted by other things though. The older man didn't notice Takane's little gasp. Peter had noticed when Takane started biting himself, but that didn't bother him. Peter had his own self destructive habits, although they weren't violent, so he couldn't really tell anyone else to quit. The young man went on to explain that he was going to be obedient. How interesting. Takane came here of his own will? "If you don't mind me asking, why would you chose to come here on your own?" Peter was rather curious now. He realized that Takane was in pain, and probably in a foul mood because of it, but he couldn't do anything about that at the moment. Peter glanced around as he heard Takane talk about how messy it was. Indeed it was a big mess. Alight fixture was missing, there was glass shattered on the floor, as well as blood. It almost looked like some crime scene. Of course, it sounded like Takane was talking to himself. Peter tried to soothe his nerves a little though, but he wasn't exactly sure if his words would calm the boy any, it depended on his personality how he would take this. "Don't worry, someone will find this and clean it up." If Takane was the do it yourself type, he might find this more distressing. Otherwise it might help... Peter heard Takane fretting over him. That was amusing, Peter was perfectly fine. Takane's selflessness reminded Peter of his younger self. Back when he would risk everything for other people. Peter wondered if he was still that way, or had he changed in that way as well? He wasn't exactly the most skilled person, being only a human who was now beginning to age... He would have to come across a situation to really find the answer to that question. "I didn't hear a thing, I'm only human after all. I'll be fine. You pushed me out of the way, thank you for that. " Peter didn't look at Takane when he said of this, he was too deep in other thoughts. His eyes stayed trained on the door for the elevator. Finally the door opened, and Peter stepped inside, pressing the button for the floor where his lab was positioned. Once Takane got inside the doors would close, and they would be moving down. Peter had never been a fan of elevators. They reminded him too much of cages, which his past experiences with had never been pleasant. Of course, none of that was conveyed on his face. It's so much easier to go Than face all this pain here all alone NOTES | unknown WORD COUNT | unknown LYRICS | Easier to Run by Linkin PArk CREDIT | OREOMONSTER

[Takane Shinjou]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; background-image:url(http://i39.tinypic.com/245zx91.jpg); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Takane Shinjou The Words: oo The Tags:oo Notes: oo Hm? That was an interesting thing. Takane had overestimated the staff here it seemed. He'd probably have tried knowing everything about everyone if he could. That would probably stress him out far more. Actually that comment meant to relax him made him distressed more. Takane felt that the lighting fixture was somehow his fault, even though he'd actually only noticed it and stopped Dr. Connel from being harmed by it. Takane followed Peter in the elevator, and felt somehow claustrophobic as the doors closed. He found himself retreat to a corner, so he wasn't exactly standing next to Dr. Connel. "I guess I assumed you'd known that already. That's a foolish thing for me to do....I came her of my own accord because my twin had passed away. Given these scars are from old peers of mine which were ignorantly afraid of me. Particularly the men because I prefer them in a romantic sense. My twin had always been the one to stand up for me, even though he was unfairly given a weak body and became sick often. That's what eventually claimed his life, so I decided I just didn't want to deal with the outside world without him. Given, I'm sure you've noticed, but I can handle pain respectively well. So why not? My life wasn't worth a thing to anyone outside anyway, not that it seems it's much different here. At least I'm not getting attacked daily by those disgusting monsters outside." Takane wasn't surprised at his honesty at all. Peter asked him why he came here, and he answered that. Takane had lost the most important person to him, and his life became meaningless. He didn't to become a person that people looked upon with pity so he lived on. But he needed an obvious distraction, even if he didn't show it. The death of his twin deeply bothered him. He fell silent though completely, he'd been staring at the blank wall as the elevator descended. He had to admit, he hated these things too, he was moderately claustrophobic, but also it gave him an odd sensation afterwards. Takane pressed his shoulder into the cold metal corner as he stared at the ground now. Taking care not to bump his now injured arm. "I'm not only worried about that disaster upstairs. My skin feels .. tainted... almost like that incident was my fault.. unrealistically." Takane spoke without real emotion in his voice this time. It actually did bother him to share such a thing with a person. Almost so much it pushed him to the breaking point. Takane didn't usually react in violence ever. It was always directed on himself. But he felt angry now, memories invoked strong reactions in him. But it moderately surprised him that Dr. Connel had thanked him. It was a polite thing to do, but it still surprised him. Takane didn't really understand it but he felt desperate, as though he needed to run and hide. It did bother him what people thought of him, but he wouldn't ever raise a finger to defend himself from anyone. Takane actually without noticing, had placed his injured hand on his neck. Laying it there, almost as if he were hiding something, though he really wasn't. The scars were probably explained with his explanation. Takane had frequently been subjected to abuse from others, but he'd never defended himself. His sibling hated that, but Takane couldn't injure another life. They didn't deserve it, he didn't want to cause people the pain he felt. But his escaping to a place like this was selfish. Selfish because he couldn't handle living outside without his twin. "I'm sorry, I'm an incredibly selfish person.... You don't really need to thank me for anything. It's just more important that someone else is fine. Pain is.... an unfortunate thing for anyone. I wouldn't wish it on anyone so it's just a second nature for me to protect people even those I don't know." Takane was referring to the fact that he didn't really know Peter all that well, but still it was amusing to think that he was selfish. Takane never believed people when they told him how much of an altruist or selfless person he was. That was just his thing, he'd rather believe he was a monster, than a person who was truly good.

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[Peter Connel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true] [style=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 50px 50px 50px 50px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 0px; float: left; background-image: url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv187/Dorio98/Albu%205/25126133-2.png);] • It's easier to run Replacing this pain with something numb The doors shut behind them, and soon it was just Peter and Takane. Not that anyone had been with them before, but the elevator doors cut them off from anyone joining their group for the mean time. It wasn't long before a somewhat depressing conversation was sparked by Peter's question. So, it seemed Takane was somewhat similar to Peter. They had lost an important person, and had dealt with their "monsters". It was ironic, Peter hadn't really thought he would meet others that were so similar to him in situation but so different in personality. Peter didn't place very much value on the fact that he had just been told Takane was homosexual. That really didn't matter to Peter. Someone's preferences didn't make any less of a person after all. Peter turned his head to look at the young man in the corner. What a silly idea it was for him to think that the recent accident had been his fault. Peter was beginning to think Takane really worried too much. "Well then, maybe later you can volunteer to help clean up around the academy. That would be enough to make up for it, right?" Peter said it with the smile he had been wearing this entire time. It seemed like a reasonable suggestion. After that, Peter would hear Takane's response to a simple thank you. It was interesting to see what kind of person this young man was. So surprising was his character that Peter found himself intrigued by the mystery of it all. "That's brave of you. Protecting people you don't know might bring you to harm's way but you do it anyway. I would consider that brave and selfless, but if you insist on being the selfish one then I'll play along. Just remember not to be selfish near an operating table because the patient depends on you." Peter spoke calmly, and sounded very knowledgeable in his tone. It was actually advice that should be taken very seriously. Peter was almost too aware of selfish doctors and scientists who put themselves before their patients. They made him sick... It's so much easier to go Than face all this pain here all alone NOTES | unknown WORD COUNT | unknown LYRICS | Easier to Run by Linkin PArk CREDIT | OREOMONSTER