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[ElementalInsanity]

(*hugattackglomp* Waa. What's the matter my Colour?)
Mark had woken up in a considerable amount of pain. He hadn't fully realized how bad the cuts had been, until he woke up in a small pool of blood. Obviously the gash on his side hadn't been bandaged enough. The idiotic Lithius. He gave a loud, very low and annoyed groan. There was no way he was going to push himself up to try and redo the cloth and knots, especially since for now it had stopped bleeding. It would be smarted not to risk it. Another thought of his mother popped into his mind. Mark had been gone for at least a week, before returning like this, but he still hadn't seen or heard any sign of the petite woman. Fear flashed through his mind, which then in turn made him panic slightly.

Ash couldn't stop the grin that appeared as he saw Nix's cheek's turn a very interesting pink color, or when he saw the reaction of the simple kiss upon the other boy's lips. Ash closed his eyes briefly as he felt Phoenix return his kiss with another soft one and he noticed an odd feeling run throughout his entire body. Which increased as he began taking in small details of this other boy. The softness and sweetness of his voice. The piercings on his lip. Ash felt his face grow slightly hotter as he thought of the boy's tongue piercing, which he had felt earlier in their small make-out session. Finally he realized that he had been asked a question, and he blinked trying to get himself out of this dream-like state. "Feel like sh*t. But I'm guessing that will fade away soon. Hopefully." Ash replied, trying to hide the pain in his voice. "But don't worry about me...." He told him.

[Noel]

((I can have Wren run into Mark if you want. I'm a bit bored at the moment, and Hikari gave me one hell of a panic attack earlier.))

[ElementalInsanity]

(Sure go ahead. I'm also bored. XP. Oh? I wanna know...hey. You should get your butt on the Lithius chatzy.)

[Noel]

((I'll get on the chatzy now, once I find the link anyways.))

[ElementalInsanity]

( http://www.chatzy.com/94833770788619 Here it is again. For everyone.)

[Noel]

Wren, growing steadily more bored, barely even noticed the boy lying in a pool of blood. Glancing through windows for possible victims had taken far too long, leaving his eyes glazed over, which almost justified it. Stopping suddenly, shaking his head, and taking a step backwards, he peered through the window again. Sure enough, it was a boy, bleeding all over a bed. Blinking once or twice to convince himself he wasn't hallucinating, he worked a finger under the frame, finding the spring and severing it with a short claw after a few seconds. That was enough to let him be able to force it up, and look in with a surprised look.
"Need some help?" He asked with a semi-worried smirk. Once the sun had safely set, he had abandoned his cloak by a tree, and made sure his contacts covered his eyes. Hopefully it would be enough.

[ElementalInsanity]

"Hnnn?" Mark looked up, an instant headache threatening to burst his skull in two. Once his eyes finally focused on the person in his window he narrowed his eyes. He had been sure that no one could get in there. Obviously he had been wrong. "Help. Sounds nice, depending on what kind you might be offering." Mark replied guardedly. He was pressing onto the gash on his side, and felt like he was going to hurl. Mark stared at Wren for a moment as he attempted to push himself up, but dizziness overtook him and he decided against it. For now he was going to have to settle on watching and studying this newcomer, from a very vulnerable position. Something that he hated, which made a small scowl slip across his face, darkening it.

[Noel]

"Relax. I'm not one of them." Wren smirked, rolling his eyes as the injured boy attempted to sit up, as if he could hope to defend himself if Wren was hungry. Making sure his contacts we rein place, he quickly gave a small jump, forcing his way through the window with mostly ease. Landing with ill grace, he turned to face Mark with a almost, but of course not actually, worried look. There was quite a lot of blood there, and a smell he recognized. Great. He had just found himself running into yet another one of Skye's victims. although this one wasn't a Lithius.
"Wow. I didn't think it was possible to get hurt that badly and live. Want help or not?" His tone was still light, if a bit surprised. as he observed the badly done bandaging and the pool of blood.

[ElementalInsanity]

"Sorry if I don't believe you, especially since I've come across quite a few of them, that say they aren't. But I guess we'll find out right?" Mark replied with a pained smile. Closing his eyes, Mark forced himself to sit up with a grunt- propped against the wall of course. Mark gave a half smirk attempt as he saw the new boy land inside his room. "Well. I have quite a few reasons to stay alive," Mark informed Wren. "Plus I never am going to go down that easy." Taking a quick check of his wound he nodded to Wren. "Help would be great, if you know what your doing. The idiot who bandaged this up," Mark motioned to the cut on his side, "didn't clean it out. And then left. So...if you could grab some gauze and..." Mark closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall trying to think. "There might be a needle and thread somewhere, if you could grab that as well." Mark had wished that Fruit had stayed, if only to be helping him with this, instead of a stranger that just randomly popped into his window. Literally.

[Noel]

Wren smirked again; he already knew Mark wouldn't believe him. No one who ran into Skye ever fell for that one, as he had long since learned. Surprised the injured boy had managed to sit up, he listened quickly to what had gone on, before nodding. That he knew how to do, with his eyes closed. Vanishing out of the room for a minute or two, looking around, and picking up the needle and thread Mark had spoken of, and returned. Grabbing the gauze as well, he placed them next to Mark, but didn't do more than that.
"I am a random stranger who just entered through your window. Now, I can help you, but I have feeling you'll knife me in the back or something. Do you want to do it yourself, or should I?" His tone was still cheery, which he knew he shouldn't doing; it was practically an alarm signal that he had spent time with Skye. But it was his second nature, and not one he could easily stop.