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Post by Plato on May 23, 2011 22:37:40 GMT -5
Plato didn't stop running until he felt he couldn't breathe. He wasn't sure how much ground he covered but, when realizing he wasn't familiar with the area, was certain he was far from Jellicle Territory. It wasn't the Macavity border, though.
He walked and breathed heavily before he looked down. His tears had stopped falling, and dried on his face. His eyelids felt sticky and he rubbed them.
He wasn't sure where to go.
Slowing down to a stop, he looked around before spotting a garbage canister. He climbed up on it, found the top was closed, and sat down over it. He shifted his weight to lie on his back and gaze at the night sky. A few hours before the first light of dawn would break.
He felt horrid.
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Post by Alonzo on May 23, 2011 23:07:23 GMT -5
Alonzo gasped, he had briefly lost track of Plato when he had gotten off of the Jellicle territory. He kept running in the same direction that he assumed Plato had gone until he saw a form on top of a garbage cannister.
He slowed down and walked up to the cannister, "Plato! Is that you?!"
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Post by Plato on May 23, 2011 23:34:38 GMT -5
Plato shifted his weight, not looking down. He recognized the voice. "Yeah. It's me. Why are you here?" His way of asking how Alonzo found him. He folded his arms over his chest and sighed.
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Post by Alonzo on May 23, 2011 23:37:33 GMT -5
Alonzo climbed up and laid down next to Plato, "well I followed you. I'm here because...well, because you're sad, and...well...I don't like you to be sad."
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Post by Plato on May 23, 2011 23:39:49 GMT -5
"Oh." Plato nodded his head, then shifted so he'd fold his arms so they were beneath his head.
He was quiet for several minutes, something unusual for the normally chatty cat.
"Why does Victor hate me?" he asked softly. "What'd I do to him?"
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Post by Alonzo on May 23, 2011 23:45:02 GMT -5
Alonzo turned to his side, so he was facing Plato's profile and laid a hand on his chest, "he doesn't hate you Plato. He really doesn't, he was just saying that because he's angry at Mistoffelees, once he calms down I'm sure he'll apologize."
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Post by Plato on May 23, 2011 23:50:07 GMT -5
"Yeah, well it's his own fault for dating that fag--freak. Misto's a dick." More wounded words. "If he was gonna go gay, he should have gone gay for someone worth his time."
He didn't seem to respond to the touch, though he took a shaky breath. "I hope he beats the shit out of Misto. Fucking punk deserves it. I'd have done it if that fucking creep wasn't stopping me."
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Post by Alonzo on May 23, 2011 23:56:07 GMT -5
"Plato," he said, stroking his chest absently, "I really like Victor, he's a great guy, but I don't think that Misto's entirely at fault in this situation either." He drew a slow breath, "and as for that other cat, I think he might have been just trying to protect Misto. He kept saying brother, so I don't know what the deal is with that, but he doesn't seem like a bad guy either. Massively creepy I'll give you...but still not a bad guy.
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Post by Plato on May 24, 2011 0:02:34 GMT -5
"What could Victor have done? He's always the good one. He's better than us," Plato mumbled, maybe not necessarily happy about it. But it was the way he felt. Victor and Alonzo always had the answers, especially Victor. The statement wasn't meant to be rude, but empty.
"If they're related, then the other guy's probably just as bad as Misto. Condensation asshole." Close to condescending, but not quite.
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Post by Alonzo on May 24, 2011 0:09:34 GMT -5
"I know he is Plato," he sighed, "but love makes us do crazy things, and Victor, Victor was acting pretty crazy."
He sighed again, "and give the other guy a chance, you never know, he might end up being cool."
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Post by Plato on May 24, 2011 0:11:38 GMT -5
"That'd be like Misto not being a fucking cockweed," Plato snorted. It might have been more obvious that with each insult it showed how hurt his feelings actually were.
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Post by Alonzo on May 24, 2011 0:17:59 GMT -5
Alonzo moved closer to Plato, lying right by his side, reaching for his hand and squeezing it tight, "I'm sorry that Victor said those things, he was a jerk. I wish I could make you feel better Plato..."
The tone of his voice said nothing but sheer sincerity, he wanted nothing more than to help Plato feel better. That's all he ever wanted to do.
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Post by Plato on May 24, 2011 0:26:39 GMT -5
Plato squeezed back before he shifted onto his side, arm looping around Alonzo's waist, head on his shoulder. "You do." Just something short. Plato was never great at articulating his thoughts. But he hoped it'd be enough. He never felt too bad about being so dependent on Admetus and Alonzo and Victor... less so Victor...
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Post by Alonzo on May 24, 2011 0:32:05 GMT -5
Alonzo nuzzled into Plato, "well I'm glad. I care about you a lot, it hurts me when I see you sad."
He turned so he was face to face with Plato, wrapping an arm around Plato to mimic his own. "I love you," he said absently, not realizing entirely what he was saying.
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Post by Plato on May 24, 2011 9:31:42 GMT -5
Plato froze up. Love. That thing Alonzo had touched on before. Love. Something that greatly confused Plato. Like their talks after they slept together. What did it mean? What was supposed to happen?
He lowered his eyes to Alonzo's neck before nuzzling him. What could he say? And maybe it was a primitive gesture, but Plato didn't know what else to do.
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Post by Alonzo on May 24, 2011 11:53:30 GMT -5
Alonzo mentally berated himself for not thinking before he spoke. Dammit Alonzo, think.
"I'm sorry Plato," he said softly, "I didn't mean to say that. I know it's...confusing right now, and the last thing I want to do is scare you."
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Post by Plato on May 24, 2011 18:15:53 GMT -5
Plato said nothing, though he stayed close. He didn't know what to say, if anything. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. He was stuck.
He looked like he was about to speak, then kept his lips shut. What was there to say?
He sighed and glanced to the sky above.
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Post by Alonzo on May 26, 2011 12:28:05 GMT -5
Alonzo sighed too, following Plato's lead and glancing up at the sky above.
Well, he thought, at least I got his mind off of Victor and Misto...
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Post by Plato on May 26, 2011 16:18:42 GMT -5
After several minutes, Plato said, "You know, sometimes I wonder where Dad is. And when he's coming back. I know Admetus said he wasn't but... he has to, you know?" He sat upright then and gazed out into the darkness. "I don't really get sad though."
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Post by Alonzo on May 26, 2011 16:25:08 GMT -5
Alonzo nodded, slightly sad, "I don't know Plato...your Dad is...was, well...he left anyways, and I don't know if he'll come back or not...but are you sure you want him to?"
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Post by Plato on May 26, 2011 16:42:20 GMT -5
Plato shrugged. "It'd be nice. He never really said goodbye. You never go away forever without saying goodbye." He seemed remarkably calm and collected about it.
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Post by Alonzo on May 26, 2011 16:47:01 GMT -5
Alonzo was a bit sad at Plato's belief in his estranged father, even though he appeared calm, Alonzo had a feeling that it was because he simply didn't believe that someone could do what his father had done.
He didn't really know what to say, so he kept quiet, nodding slightly.
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Post by Plato on May 26, 2011 16:48:57 GMT -5
Plato didn't pick up on Alonzo's sympathy mainly because he didn't perceive it to be that way in the first place. Now, he felt almost silly for running away. He just was so mad at Victor. And so hurt, really. But that didn't matter, he guessed.
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Post by Alonzo on May 26, 2011 16:51:11 GMT -5
Alonzo glanced at Plato again, "how are you doing? Feeling any better about this whole," he gestured with his hand, "thing?"
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Post by Plato on May 26, 2011 17:00:18 GMT -5
"Yeah. I guess," Plato murmured. "Maybe shouldn't have gone. I didn't know what to do. I mean man, I'd have beaten the shit out of Creepy McCreep."
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Post by Alonzo on May 26, 2011 17:04:00 GMT -5
"Well I'm really glad that you didn't Plato," Alonzo said, "it wouldn't have been worth it. Besides he seemed...well, a little off...when he was talking to you. I wouldn't trust him not to do something crazy."
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Post by Plato on May 26, 2011 17:09:21 GMT -5
Plato snorted. "What could he have done? Little voodoo on me?" He shook his head, not afraid. "Could break him in half. Serves the son of a bitch right. Though what I'd really love to do is punch Misto in the face. Wipe that smirk off his face."
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Post by Alonzo on May 26, 2011 17:12:15 GMT -5
"Come on Plato," Alonzo sighed, "don't be like that, OK? You're not a violent person, and you don't go beating people up just because you don't like them, regardless of who's stronger or better at fighting or whatever."
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Post by Plato on May 26, 2011 17:19:54 GMT -5
"You sayin' I'm not tough?" Plato argued, maybe feeling a bit alpha at that moment, though it passed. "And I'm serious. I don't care if you like him. I don't."
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Post by Alonzo on May 26, 2011 17:22:02 GMT -5
"What are you gonna do if I am hey Plato?" Alonzo said, jokingly, "you gonna prove me wrong?"
"And I don't like him! I mean not like that. I just think that you shouldn't make too many assumptions before you actually get to know him that's all."
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