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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jan 15, 2012 10:23:21 GMT
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Post by hunterdiskin on Jan 16, 2012 4:49:24 GMT
Hunter yawned and checked the time. Only five minutes left until his shift was over and he could go back to his apartment and sleep. Today had been exhausting. He had had to treat several teenagers who all had been jinxed several times by a furious auror when they had trespassed on his property. The Auror had thrown out a ton of jinxes which had been a pain to undo. Teenagers in pain were a nuisance but he'd managed to act like it wasn't a big deal.
Hunter passes the entrance of St. Mungo's and saw Brent standing outside. Brent had that look on his face. The "you're giving me a piggy back ride and treating me like I'm a child" look. This meant that Brent was hyper. But he also had a slightly edgy look like he was confused. Part of being a Healer and constantly checking people for symptoms and such helped Hunter notice small things on average people. Plus, he knew his best friend and knew something was up and that it would only be a matter of time before Brent told him what was really on his mind.
Hunter made eye contact with Brent and nodded. He checked the time. There was only two more minutes. He decided to just head out. Things had slowed down for the day so nobody would miss him. He quickly signed out and walked out of St. Mungo's to meet up with the hyper Brent.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jan 16, 2012 19:05:06 GMT
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Post by hunterdiskin on Jan 16, 2012 19:43:46 GMT
Hunter rolled his eyes when Brent screamed his annoying pet name. "Hey Brent," he had just managed to get out before Brent jumped on him. After a few seconds, he managed to get a grip on Brent before they both fell over and caused a spectacle of themselves. Brent was heavier than he was and Hunter himself wasn't exactly the most muscular guy. He had preferred to spend his free time practicing guitar, studying, and reading rather than working out. His dad had been skinny too so it was also genetics. It didn't bother Hunter at all as he preferred it that way.
"I need fattening up?" Hunter asked slightly amused. "What for? So I can carry a fully grown guy on my back every Friday?" he joked. He didn't really mind carrying Brent; it was normal. He started walking down the street, slightly unshaky at first, before finally being able to pick up the pace before they turned the corner to apparate somewhere else.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jan 17, 2012 18:39:29 GMT
[/color][/font][/ul] (OOC: Haha, that was a short thread. You starty a new one somewhere? :3) |
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Post by hunterdiskin on Jan 17, 2012 22:51:39 GMT
Hunter rolled his eyes again. "Puny? Thanks." He could have pointed out that he was quite a few inches taller than Brent but that would haven't mattered to him. They had been through this same conversation several times and Brent had usually won with his stubbornness. Hunter didn't really care much for arguing unless it was important to him like saving someone who had only minutes left to live. That was when it really mattered.
"Where should we go?" he asked, changing the subject. He adjusted Brent so he didn't fall again. In all technicalities, it was Hunter's turn to pick where to go but Brent usually decided anyways. Wherever Hunter suggested, Brent disagreed with the place so they could spend an hour deciding. Once the tradition of meeting up with each other every Friday started, Hunter had quickly learned not to bother arguing with Brent. It was impossible and he didn't really care that much. He looked at Brent while Brent seemed to think.
(OOC: I forgot we would have to change places lol sorry. I'll try to stay in this thread a bit longer.)
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jan 18, 2012 19:58:14 GMT
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Post by hunterdiskin on Jan 18, 2012 21:48:22 GMT
Hunter didn't say anything. He was slightly surprised at how fast Brent's mood had changed. Not only had Brent started sulking, he seemed to shift nervously, making it a bit harder for Hunter to carry him. He readjusted Brent walking a bit and concentrating hard. He was trying to pick up anything else from Brent's shifts. In some extra classes to be a healer, he had learned how to tell when people were lying or nervous and such and was now used to picking up physical signs when something was up.
"Alright..." he said slowly, concentrating, "Hogsmeade? Anywhere specific?" He thought about the several problems Brent had had with Chase. There were quite a few. They definitely had a long extensive history of drama. He hated drama and hoped this wasn't too intense but he'd be there for both of them, helping as best as he could.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jan 19, 2012 20:16:25 GMT
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Post by hunterdiskin on Jan 19, 2012 22:13:09 GMT
Brent was really starting to get heavy. They had spent at least 10 minutes deciding where to go and he was starting to slip. Hunter shifted his friend again not sure how much longer he could him.
"Let's just walk around Hogsmeade until we find somewhere to go," he suggested although it was more like a statement. He could tell Brent's mind had just zoned out and he was probably thinking about Maryn or Chase. Most likely Chase as his pulse had picked up. Although they weren't in a relationship anymore (that he knew of), Chase seemed to have that kind of effect on Brent sometimes.
Hunter hadn't really been with both of them at the same time much except during performances and practices. They were all usually busy during those times so it was hard to tell. But more recently, in the few times that they were all together, he could tell something was up with Brent. It wasn't very noticable but Hunter had been trained to be the best he could at what he did so he tended to notice the smallest details.
"You're getting heavy. Let's go," Hunter said and dissapparated.
(OOC: You start the new thread)
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