everything goes numb --semi literate|accepting

[burnham]

→ → petra

Petra stumbled out of her makeshift room and to the bathroom, a hand clutching her forehead. She knew the touch wouldn't relieve her massive headache, but it seemed to comfort her a bit. Once she was in the bathroom she barely found the toilet before spilling the contents of her stomach-dinner last night and lots and lots of alcohol. The dry-heaving subsided as she rocked back from her knees to her butt, her back leaning against the wall. The brunette groaned, immediately regretting the drunkenness she had tried so hard to succumb to last night. Tomorrow was yet another robbery, and she needed to shake this hang over before then.
With a grunt she got to her feet, walking to the sink. She splashed water onto her face and she shuttered at the chill from it. Her hazel eyes opened and then the girl checked her self out in the mirror. She looked like she was hit by a truck. Being a criminal was hard on a girl.
Petra walked from the bathroom to the living room, seeing the piles of money and her scattered friends. "Hey Trev," she said, the green-haired boy being the first one she saw once entering the room. She plopped down on the floor, leaning her head back against the wall just as she did in the bathroom. Sharp movement caught her attention, making her eyes squint as she turned her head. She watched as Chase went to look through his bag. Petra tilted her head out of curiosity, and continued to watch him blankly until he stopped to look at something on the table. "What are you looking at Chase?" she asked quietly, the sound of her own voice hurting her ears. She needed to stop drinking.

[OrangeNeon]

Hearing the girl's voice, he answered without looking up, "I'm getting a migraine, and I can't remember where I put my medicine." He had heard her throw up, and that didn't help at all
His stomach was churning and he had to will himself not to throw up. Knowing if he would stand he'd puke, he decided to stay sitting.
Continuing to look through his black packpack, he couldn't find his medicine anywhere. The headache was getting steadly worse and his vision was begining to get blurry. Black spots were appearing in his sight, and he felt ready to puke. Putting a hand to his head, he couldn't pin point where exactly the headache was, there was only one word to deacribe it. Everywhere.
Wincing in pain as it got a touch worse, he had to debate whether or not to look in the bathroom. Sometimes his medicine did 't even work, so it might not be worth the risk of puking. Besides, he was so dizzy he didn't know if he would make without falling. The room wasn't staying still, almost like a rocking boat. Things were begining to look doubled and disoriented. Staring at the water damaged ceiling just grossed him out, and the rest of the room wasn't much better. Finally deciding to try and get to the batbroom, he stood up on shaky legs. Only to fall back to the coach in pain.

[aberdeen]

It wasn't long till Trevor looked up hearing footsteps enter the room it was Chase. He didn't look the greatest today. The other man didn't say anything to Trevor do he let him be not bothering to start a conversation. Trevor figured Chase had another migraine he got those from time to time and they where bad. Trev pitied him in a way; he would hate to be betrayed by his own body like that. He couldn't trust people Trev liked that he was healthy enough to trust himself atleast.
He looked to the back of the house hearing some commotion going on back there. Sounded like pretty much all of them werent in the best of shape today. That was unfortunate considering atleast a couple of them should go out later to scope out a good escape route for tommorow. Soon enough Perta came around into the room looking super hungover. See Trevor's trick to avoid hangovers was just to never stop drinking really not being extreamly drunk but buzzed enough bury his guilt and paranoia and function while knowing that he was one of the most wanted criminals in the country. Still it clearly wasn't going him any good he looked terribly burnt out for a guy so young ."Morning sunshine." he greeted Pertra. Thinking about if he souls tease her about the state she was in or leave her to suffer with out his prodding.
Trevor turning his gaze back to Chase speaking of suffering the guy looked like crap. It must be getting way worst. Trev sighed why couldn't the guy just keep his pills on him. As he failed to stand up Trevor got up himself."I'll go look in the kitchen and bathroom." he muttered heading off to go rummage though the washroom's drawers looking for his medication quickly. He didn't see it anywhere; the green haired man felt slight panic rising up in him. They couldn't pull the job without Chase there, and it wasn't like they could really take him to the doctor they police might have more evidence to who they are then what the media has said. Trevor looked back into the living room "Do you have any idea where you put it Chase. I'm not taking you to the hospital so..." he didn't know what they would do but looks like Chase would have to just put up with the migraine and try to be read for tommorow anyway. Trevor went back to looking.

[OrangeNeon]

Hearing Trevor's voice, he winced again in pain. Noises were amplified now, and were much louder to him right then than usual. Sighing, he said to Trevor, "I don't need to go to the hospital, they usually go away after a day or two. I've had this one since last nignt, so I should be fine by tomorrow." Thinking again about his pills, he said slowly, "I'm not sure... The last time I used them was the last time I had a migtaine. That was about a month ago. I thought I saw them somewhere though."
Racking his mind for ideas, he noticed his headache hadn't gotten any worse in a while now. Must be getting better then he thought. Leaning backwards, he tried to imagine where he had seen the pills. Frustration crossed his face as he came up with nothing. Mumbling under his breath, he managed to stand up. Looking around the room, he remembered he had taken them last in the bathroom. Walking slowly down the short hallway to the bathroom, he glanced in the mirror.
He looked awful. His hair was a mess, and there were deep-blue circlles under his eyes. Not being able to remember thee last time he had gotten a full night's sleep, he ran a hand through his brown hair. Searching the drawers, he finally saw the pills on the counter. Sighing in relief, he took two of the yellow pills quickly and felt his head get better in seconds. Noticing he only had two left, he made a mental note to stop by a drug-store.
Walking back into the living room, he said quietly, "Found 'em, they were in the bathroom.I'll be fine by tomorrow, I already feel a lot better. Wondering what to do now, he looked around the small room slowly. Not seeing anything unsual, he fell back onto the cough. Frowning at the thought of wearing the colored contacts tomorrow, he stared again at the newspaper on the coffee table. Shaking his head slowly to himself, he picked up the newspaper. Cracking a small smile, he opened it up to the article about them and began to read it carefully.

[Aniki]

Rebakah Rae Cooper

Rebakah slipped into her makeshift home and hideout of the gang through the roof entrance. She was called the spider-monkey of the group for her gymnastic abilities and slim figure. She chuckled to herself as she eyed her three family members as they stumbled around thanks to their headaches due to being hung-over. Rebakah was never much of a drinker and didn’t see the point of getting smashed after a job well done.

Walking as softly as she could, Rebakah smiled sweetly at Trev as she leaped onto the couch. “The bank on 21st street is getting a new security system installed today. Looks like military grade software from what I could tell.” Of the gang, Rebakah was the one that would scope out the next targets that Trev picked out. She was well equipped for the job and was plain enough to blend into any crowd.

[aberdeen]

Trevor shook his head at Chase and rolled his eyes. There were always problems, he hoped that he was telling the truth and would be fine for tommorow. The green haired man walked back into the living room and leaned against the wall watching the almost odd collection of thieves. Rebekah entered the room Trev didn't notice her until she was on the couch. She was probably the most stealthy of the gang. It was good to see atleast one of them was actually on their game today. Sounds like she actually did something productive.
Trev walked over to the coffeetable and picked up his notebook full of plans as he listen to her news flipping to the page with the notes on the bank she was speaking of. Looks like he picked that bank because of the terrible security it had. Not for much longer would that be the case. He frowned and chewed on his lip weighting their options as he looked back up at Rebakah. "Sh-t." he muttered going to sit down next to her. He looked around the room from the couch. "Well, we have two options right? Go tommorow like we planned and face down this new security system. I guess we could get into the vault with explosives or something but it would be on such short notice our plan wouldn't be as great." he said mostly thinking outloud more then anything else. "Or if you losers can get it togeather we can pull the job today. I bet there security will be all messed up when they are in the process of changing systems." he proposed liking this option a lot more. Sure it was a big risk but if they stormed in there with guns screaming at everyone to get down usually shock took over and people listened. Plus with luck all the existing security stuff would be out of commission and they could get out easily. Trevor was nervous about the idea but was tired of over thinking everything. He wanted to rob this last bank then get the hell out of the area. He felt like they had been there to long already.

[OrangeNeon]

Chase looked up at the mention of the new plan and thought for a second, finally he said slowly, "I think we should go today, our plan would be stronger then." Standing up from the cluch, he continued thinking. After a while, he said, "I never asked this, but what is my job? Whether it is today or tomorrow."
Muttering to himself quietly, he caught a glance of the newspaper again, which he had flung onto the worn coffee table moments ago. His forehead furrowed as troubling thoughts went through his head. Would they be caught? What if everyone wasn't ready? Deciding that worrying about it wasn't going to help any, he began to pace up and down the perimeter of the far wall, so.ething he always did when he was nervous.

[OrangeNeon]

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