Stay Tuned RP

Outlaw
She stared at the ceiling for a moment. "Umm.. tea? Coffee? Tissues?" She mumbled out loud while attempting to think of a solution.

Loco
He stepped back a few steps, turning back into Auberon tho still remaining sitting. He stopped making eye contact and stared blankly at the ground, his eyes glazed over with troubled emotions only so few could understand. 

Outlaw
She returned her gaze to Loco as he shifted back into Auberon, biting her lip at his seemingly stunned state. Do I slap him? Dump water on him to snap him outta it? She pondered, running a hand through her hair in frustration and biting her lip harder.

(haha time to get deep suckers)
Auberon
His mind trailed off into a black prison; a place he knew all too well. The smells seemingly came back too- the scents of blood and tears and rot all mingling together. Quiet groans lingered in the air, their ignored cry for help evident in the sadness they carried. The place was familiar to him, as though it was a second home to him. An abusive hideaway to shelter him from different troubles he'd give anything to avoid. 

Outlaw
"I definitely need a drink" she mumbled under her breath, rubbing her head with one hand. This was giving her a headache.

Auberon
Where were we?
Can't remember.
Oh yes deep dark areas ok

Auberon blinked a few times to relieve the memories, looking back up at Outlaw though he didn't register he was doing so. His body felt numb and alert at the same time, making him feel stuck.

Outlaw
She stood up, striding from the room, then running down the hall and taking the stairs down 3 at a time in her dash for the kitchen, where she grabbed a bucket and quickly began to fill it with water from the sink. "He's gonna hate me for this, but whatever, not like he already doesn't" she mumbled to herself.

Auberon
The boy tossed his head and came to momentarily when Outlaw left, straining his mind to focus on the situation at hand, though it wasn't really having it.

Outlaw
Once the bucket was almost full she headed out of the kitchen and back up the stairs as quick as she could without dumping the water, her lip now bleeding from biting it too hard. She reached the top of the stairs and carefully went down the hall to Auberon's room, stopping in the door way to study him. Still outta it.

Auberon
The world around him turned into a black cage, the rusted barbwired bars resting in a half-melted form in front of his face. He could feel the stickiness and irritation the blood on his face caused. It trickled down his cheeks steadily, but the place it came from was unknown to him. His eyes stung painfully, though he didn't know for sure why. His mouth burned from the pinching and stabbing inside of it; an object of fear he couldn't escape no matter how hard he tried. The rest of his body was numb and seemingly nonexistent, though he could tell he was struggling to break free of chains that held him. He knew the place too well, and he let it poison his mind too often. The thought of never getting out was there, but it seemed more of a fact then a thought at this point. 
Slowly, the room around him warped back into place. His eyes still stung, and he soon realized he had started crying without knowing it. Through the throbbing headache he had aquired, he saw Outlaw standing in the doorway with a bucket. It took him a few minutes to realize what was about to happen, but he stood up timidly and gazed at the ground, mumbling quite quietly, "Please don't."

Outlaw
She set the bucket of water down in the doorway and looked at him worriedly, waiting to see what else would occur. "You alright?" She questioned carefully.

Auberon
"Y-Yeah, I'm ok," he managed, moving his head slightly in hopes of getting his body to feel existent again.

Outlaw
"Do you need anything?" She asked, unsure what to do in the current situation.

Auberon
Auberon took a deep breath unsteadily, looking around. "Uh, no.... I don't think so." What was I planning to do? What's even happened in the past hour?

Outlaw
"I'll go bring this away then" she muttered, picking up the bucket and making her way back down the hall and stairs and into the kitchen. She dumped the water down the sink and put the bucket in the cupboard under the sink, attempting to think of what to do next.