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Post by caleb on Jan 24, 2008 5:02:52 GMT
TAGGED: Closed Annabelle Grey
[M] Mature Content
After being shot in the freaking arm he scattered to his car to get away before he bleed all over the place. Which he was successful in it then started the car and speed off like a bat out of hell. As he was driving he began to curse out so many words that it would make a little kids ears bleed. "That motherfucker shot me! What the fuck! Oh I am going to fucking rip that man's heart out next time if he even fucking survives! I hope he fucking bleeds to death! Dumbass motherfucking untainted piece of shit son of a fucking bitch!!" He did not care he was bleeding since he was trying to drive off. Which he skid to a stop at some random spot then he pulled off his beanie. Moved out his color contacts from his eyes then he ripped the fake hair off his face.
Next he took the puffy jacket off him then threw it in the back of the car then tossed the bloody knife back there too. He looked at his wound then he shook his head pissed off. At least the bullet was keeping it from bleeding a hell of a lot, like a plug, then he began to drive again. Driving right up to his own driveway he put the beat up car in his garage then he stripped off his shirt. Tied his shirt around his wound to keep the pressure then walked into the house since the garage was open. Going to the front just to snatch the key he left to open the door was quick and he popped back inside his home. He locked the door then ran all the way upstairs and then grabbed his cell phone. He instantly called Annabelle but he did not get anything but her voice mail.
"Annabelle! Hun, please you need to get over here fast I need your help. I uh...I got shot in the arm...and no I hate hospitals. Just show up no need to call me back." He remarked then hung up then texted her the same thing well kind of telling her to just check her voice mail and hurry. He then threw his phone to the bed then he grumbled off in pain since it hurt so much. "Oh my god." He sat down to take his boots then threw them into his closet, no he did not have sand on them. He then pulled his pants off him with his one hand then he went put on his black sweats. Now all he was doing was waiting for Annabelle to come to him which he grabbed a fresh cigarette then he lit it. How much he screwed up right now there was no explaining it which he grumbled off.
All he wanted now was someone to comfort him and help him with this wound. Getting up from sitting on his bed he went to his bathroom which he washed his face off of the glue which was easy. Next he pulled the shirt from his arm then he grabbed a hot wash cloth. Wiped his arm slowly from the blood then he gritted after all that and rinsed the cloth in the sink. His cigarette was in his lips he looked at the wound which he can see the puncture hole. Caleb would go for the bullet himself but no he was not going to touch the silver bullet inside his arm. Taking the cigarette out of his mouth he looked down stressed out. His target was still alive which means he shall have to do it again and he was sure next time he was not going to do it himself. Not after this mistake, he would have someone useful to him help him. His eyes shut, he sighed deeply and did not care new stream of blood was coming from his arm to the counter which he was holding.
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Post by anna on Jan 25, 2008 3:49:36 GMT
[w] languaggeee
"Stupid Caleb," Anna muttered as she heard the click on the other end of the phone. He had hung up on her - again. After telling her he was busy yet again. What the hell was he busy with? She had barely seen in the past three days. He seemed to be always working, which annoyed the hell out of Annabelle. He was all HERS, he wasn't supposed to ignore her like this. If he really did love her, he would always be there for her. But this was the tenth time he had hung up on her this week. If he expected a good night kiss the next time they hung out, he could already forget about it. She grumbled, annoyed at her best friend. Now what in the world was she supposed to do? She had only decided to come with her grandparents to their Marielle home so that she would be closer to Caleb. It lead to more possibilities - more fun. But right now, she wished she was back in San. In a quiet, smaller home that felt actually cozy whenever she was alone in it. In this huge mansion, one she was currently alone in, she felt... just like that. Alone. She didn't want to spend the entire night doing nothing. If only Caleb wasn't being such an asshole...
She quickly threw her cell phone onto her bed, jumping off of it herself. She walked downstairs and into the kitchen and put a bag of popcorn in the microwave. Pulling herself up on the spotless counter to watch the popcorn pop. It went around and around and around, until it finally stopped and she pulled it out. Grabbing that and a diet Pepsi from the fridge, she ran back up to her room. Might as well spend the night having a movie marathon. Some stupid romantic movies that would end up making her cry, or watch all the seasons of her favorite show. She decided that the movies would be better and had settled on her bed, ate all the popcorn, drank all her pop, was on the middle of her third film when her phone rang again. She reached over for it, and looked at the little screen. BFF was on her caller ID. Caleb. She debated for a moment, wondering if she should pick up, or shouldn't. But it was Caleb they were talking about. She grumbled, pressed pause on her movie and flipped it open - pressing it to her ear.
"Hello?"
No answer. Her call had been transfered to her voice mail. She annoyingly clicked a few buttons, and as soon as she listened the message he had left. She was in her closet, getting out of her pajamas and putting on a pair of jeans and a teen shirt. She grabbed her purse and coat, ran a hand through her hair, shoved her feet into two different pairs of shoes and left the house quickly. She ran to her car, thankfully again that her parents had gotten it for her again, jammed the keys in the ignition and pressed on the gas. She broke about every speeding law in Marielle and arrived at Caleb's in record time. She pulled the keys out of her car, ran to the door and jammed her own set of keys and opened the door. Keys were becoming increasingly annoying as she had to stumble with them.
"CALEB! CALEB!" she called frantically. Her voice slightly hysteric. She had been about to have a heart attack or go into shock on the drive here. So many questions were running through her mind. Why in the world did he get shot? By who? Where? What was he doing to get shot? What the fuck was her best friend up to? Anna kicked off her shoes and started searching every room for him. "CALEB! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU" she called again.
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Post by caleb on Jan 26, 2008 4:00:39 GMT
Caleb was not going to not admit that the wound hurt like a bitch because it did hurt so bad but not as much as before. Mostly it hurt mostly when it first punctured his skin since the force was a hard impact. But after the stinging pain went away he was to this point where it hurt but he could ignore it. For some reason he felt like Anna was not going to come since he had been rude to her lately. Was not that he was meaning to be rude he was just so busy he didn't have time to bend to her will. Even though he did want to give her all the things in the world he had a goal to do. She was a distraction but she was the only thing to keep him from his so called work. As of late though he had been extra busy since he did have some minions to work with and such. Giving them orders and trying to collect more people who did agree with him on his firm believes.
Things were going as planned so he was working hard to be busy and not be distracted. Course he did miss Annabelle a lot and wished she'd come over but he was sure she wasn't. Smoking his cigarette he was stressed out since now he was thinking of what he needed to get the bullet from his arm. He ended up smoking his cigarette rather fast then put it out in the ashtray near the sink. He bend down to go under the sink to pull out a first aid kit, hell he knew it would come in handy just in case. He opened it with both hands and the more he moved his left arm the more the blood leaked out a little. Though he did not care he was bleeding on his bathroom counter and floor, was his house and his blood. Though he did have a whole blood trail coming from his garage to the front door then all the way upstairs leading to where he was now.
He would have to clean that all up later but hell he did not care at least the only place he bleed on carpet was his room. Opening the first aid kit he got out the long thin tweezers then set them down. After he pulled out the alcohol, antiseptic and also lots of the gauze wrapping. Really he should go to the hospital for this wound but he did not since the man he stabbed would surely be there. So he would not be so stupid to go to the same place, maybe in a day or so, or maybe not at all. He thought he would be fine sowing up the wound all by himself but first having to take out the bullet. He pulled out the sowing needle and string which he shut his eyes since this was going to hurt a lot. But that is when he heard his door open then shut so his eyes darted to the side. Only people who had his house key were Anna and Amber, though Anna did not know that.
So he waited to see who it was before he responded because no he did not call Amber. He kind of told her nicely he was busy tonight and not to come over, see her tomorrow or something. When Anna's voice rang out he sighed a little with relief then he yelled right back. "I'M UPSTAIRS ANNA!" He knew he was loud enough for her to hear. That is when he just stopped fiddling with the kit and went grabbed the shirt again. It was soaked with blood so why not used it still so he pressed it to his mildy bleeding arm. Walking over he put the toilet seats all down then sat on the top of the porcelain seat, applying pressure. He felt even more calmer that his love was there and knew she would attack him with questions.
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Post by anna on Jan 26, 2008 4:29:50 GMT
She heard his voice and immediately ran up her the stairs. Her athletics in school were really coming in handy. She was up them in ten seconds. She skidded into corners as she ran to his room. She noticed the blood just then and her stomach did a little flip. Blood. It was disgusting. She hated it. When she was little, she didn't use to cry because of her tooth coming out. It was the taste of the blood that drove her weird. It had this disgusting taste to it, like nothing ever she had eaten before. And what it looked like. After watched a documentary on lions, and seeing them rip up a poor innocent animal.... the sight made her revolted. She had a strong disliking for blood and gore. She wasn't scared of much, and she definitely wasn't scared of blood. It was just what it represented, just what it was. James called her stupid for this whenever she decided to rant about it to him. He called her weird and told her blood was what we needed to survive and blah blah. She hated when James got all smart on her. She bit her lip - hard. Trying to ignore the blood, probably expecting more - she ran to his bathroom. Where Caleb was sitting. A first aid kit seen by him.
"Oh my god...." she whispered softly, her blue eyes widening in shock. "Caleb..."
She looked at his wound for a split second before realizing he was still bleeding. The bullet was still in his arm. Stupid idiot for not going to the hospital. Was he going to try and take it out himself? Wait.... was he expecting HER to take it out? Had he lost his mind when the bullet pierced through his skin? But she blocked all thoughts away as she rushed to his side. Giving him a quick kiss on his cheek. She didn't dare hug him, didn't want to make it hurt even more. She would never forgive herself. She felt her eyes water up, something they rarely did. But really.
Caleb thought she didn't love him as much as he did her. He was insane for that too. She loved him with all her heart, and she always would. She just didn't want to admit it. Sure she got annoyed by him half the time, yelled a lot, whined, complained. He put up with it all. He never left her side. He would die for her, she knew. She felt horrible now for how bad she treated him sometimes. Always regretting him. Well, that couldn't be helped now. She promised herself that if he got out of this, she would be more nice toward him whenever he breached into the subject of them marrying. She wouldn't agree still - she was too stubborn for that. But give him a little hope.
She blinked them away fast. She didn't want Caleb to see her when she was weak. No. Annabelle Grey was not weak. She was going to get him better, and then ask the questions that were burning to escape. She swallowed her disgust for blood and reached out for the pair of tweezers. She was going to do this, for Caleb. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. "Do.... Do... Do you... Erm.... Want me to do this Caleb?" she asked quietly, averting her eyes down to the floor. "Do you actually trust me to do this? Better you than me.... I still think you're an idiot for not going to the hospital, but I'm here. I'm not a trained medical technican....so yeah. I'll go call the hospital if you want." She bit her lip again and looked up at Caleb. "Don't die Caleb...." she added quietly, and impulsively flung herself up at him. Giving him a really tight hug, her arms careful not to touch his wound. "Please don't...."
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Post by caleb on Jan 26, 2008 5:24:39 GMT
Really expecting her to come in here then freak out on him he was prepared for it all and shut his eyes a little. Heard her running up the stairs fast when he called back so he went to rest for a moment, sat down. He pressed the shirt on his wound just for a moment then he stopped when she entered the bathroom. His light blue ones went to hers and saw the concern flow to her face. She was worried for him which he did feel a small lurch of maybe she did care about him. Then again his lurch of maybe went into of course she does care since she considers him a best friend. Oh, he wanted so much more. She already knew it and his eyes went settled away from her. He did not want to explain at all and he was trying to calm himself from being rude. She was there to help him or just make sure he was doing the right things, maybe help a little.
He waited before he said anything at all since he felt her eyes wondering on his situation. His blood was only running down his arm and not on the rest of his exposed skin at all since he did clean himself off a little. "Looks worst then it is...trust me." He remarked to her trying to make the situation maybe a little better. Really he wasn't helping much at all, blood was dripped everywhere, not gushing like how Xander's wound was. Since the puncture was plugged up it was just leaking streams out from the sides at times. She kissed him on the cheek which he wanted to kiss back but she moved. He would of grabbed her by the side of the face to kiss her on the lips. But his damn right hand was kind of bloody, which he did drop the shirt on the ground since he didn't need it. Oh she was giving him the looks which he knew it, she thought he was stupid for not going to a proper place.
No way, he wasn't going to go and he had his reason for not going which he was not going to tell her at all. As much as he did love her, he was sure she would not be able to handle the fact that he was a down right criminal. Or to the fact he was killing a whole hell of a lot more people in the mere future to come and hostilely take over Marseille then span out. He took a deep breath in then out of him as she just kind of was frozen there for a moment in her own thoughts. Surely she hasn't seen a bullet wound before, neither has he, but hell it was not that shocking. Then again she was not there to understand why he was shot anyways. He did not notice her crying or about to cry since he was looking at the wound again debating on how to get it out. He heard movement of her taking the tweezers off the counter then he looked up.
Both connected at the eyes and her voice shaking, asking him if she was to help him. "I would do it if you do not want to do it." He said right back with his voice being calm. He was just a little too calm for all this but hell he was the same type of calm after he picked off his family. Taking a deep breath in then out again to make sure to stay calm he knew it was coming. She asked if he trusted her which he smiled slowly for she knew that answer already. At first he was going to be all loving with her but she switched it around called him out for not going to the hospital. "Anna, love, I would of gone to the hospital if I could but I can't go there. I'm not going there at all. I will and can do this myself if I have to do it. You don't have to do it if your so freaked out about it but I do need to get this thing out of my arm before I get some metal poisoning or something. I'll go to the hospital in a couple days but I can't go now. Okay?" He did not want to tell her and he did not tell her at all.
No he would not tell her at all but he did firmly tell her how important it was for him not to go tonight. After he was finished she said for him not to die and he rolled his eyes. A hug went around him which he did not hug back so he did not smear his blood on her at all. "Are you serious? Baby, I'm not going to die from a silly flesh wound. It's simple to repair and heal right up. Need to remove the bullet, clean it up with alcohol, then antiseptic just in case, stitch it up then wrap it. Simply really..." He made it sound all so simple but god he was going to be in so much pain. He really wanted her to do it for him, he would bite onto something. He sighed figuring she was going to freak out to much so he didn't really ask. As she hugged onto him he turned his head to the side to finally get a kiss onto her body, shoulder. But still he got to place some affection onto her to show her that he was alright.
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