forum The Drug (Asylum/Lab RP) [closed]

Started May 24, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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Kaz woke with a start, scrabbling for purchase as he began to fall off the bed. "Shit, shit, shit," he muttered, but instead of grabbing the covers he grabbed something that felt vaguely like an arm and dragged it down on top of him as he fell

Vaughn cursed sharply, falling down onto Kaz when he fell. He looked down at Kaz with wide eyes before scrambling off, falling back. “Goddammit,” he muttered to himself.

Kaz winced, groaning as Vaughn fell onto him. "You're heavy as fuck," he grumbled, moving slowly in an attempt not to hurt himself getting up. A look of confusion crossed his face as he realized he wasn't in pain. "What..?" he mumbled

“Not my fault you were holding onto me,” Vaughn murmured. He stayed sitting on the floor, not wanting to move at the time.

"Wait, I was…" Kaz's eyes suddenly widened in realization, and his face flushed slightly as he realized what he had done. "Oh god, I am so, so sorry, I-ow," he stammered, wincing as he hit his cut palm. Wait…cut? He stared down at his hand, and suddenly everything from a few hours ago crashed down onto him. He gulped, feeling his chest tightening slightly

“It’s fine,” Vaughn murmured, getting to his feet. He would never admit it, but he did kind of begin to enjoy it. He was a bit attracted to Kaz, but he just wasn’t used to the touching.

"No, it's not," Kaz mumbled, getting to his feet as well. He looked down at the floor, testing his weight on his ankles. The sedative must have killed his pain as well, at least for the time being. He ran a hand through his hair, sitting down on the bed and staring down at the floor

“Well, what’s wrong, then?” Vaughn asked. He didn’t know what he should do. He decided on continuing to stand, arms folded loosely across his chest.

"I keep…Doing things that make you upset. And it makes me feel like shit. Because I'm useless and can't figure out how not to make you upset," Kaz muttered, jamming his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie

Vaughn exhaled slowly, glancing around the room as he searched for the words to explain himself. “I act like this with everyone that I don’t completly trust,” he said. “It’s just a mental thing..”

“Okay, well…” Kaz started, staring down at the floorboards. “Is there somethinh I can do to…help you trust…me?” he asked slowly

Vaughn shrugged his shoulders loosely. “I don’t know.. I don’t exaclty talk to many people, so I’m not too good at this sort of thing,” he said, slightly unaware of the fact that that was him opening up.

Kaz nodded along, turning so he was facing Vaughn. He folded his legs, resting his chin in his palms. “Well, uh. I don’t talk to many people either, so I guess we’re kinda stuck in the same boat.” He frowned slightly, thinking for a moment. “Is there something specific you wanna know about me?”

Vaughn stayed standing as he now looked down at Kaz. “Okay, um… What is your favorite color?” He asked, trying to remember his communication skills. Unfortunately, that was things he should have used when taking to a child.

"Red, actually," Kaz said, gesturing to the red NASA hoodie he had on. "Uh…what's your favorite color?"

Tenor is still simply staring at the girl who had touched him. Tenor doesn't like it. Best get away from her boy, vixens like that'll leave you bleeding out. Wide eyes. Blue eyes. Cold eyes. Dead eyes.

Vaughn nodded slowly. He stepped over to his bed and sat down on the edge of it, legs stretched out. “Probably orange,” He said, but it sounded more like a question, like he was unsure.

"Really? You seem like you'd prefer black, or like, a dark blue," Kaz said, watching Vaughn sit down while he spoke. "Just…Dark colors in general? I don't know, sorry, I'm rambling," he said, cutting himself off as he stared down at the floor
(oof I wanna start the mutation part of the rp now but barely anyone is here)

(Sameeee)

“I mean, those are good colors too. But it’s orange, definitely orange,” Vaughn confirmed, nodding to himself as he spoke.

(well I mean three is half of us, and I wanna make things more angsty loll)
Kaz opened his mouth to respond, but an intercom next to a desk tucked into the corner suddenly crackled to life. "Kaz Weathers and Vaughn Finley, you are scheduled for lab block 42-B at 10:00 P.M," it said before cutting out. Kaz frowned and turned to look at the clock up on the wall.
"10? That gives us…twenty minutes?"

“Lab block? Jesus Christ, that makes it sound like we are going to be used as lab rats or something,” Vaughn sneered. He had seemed to be calmer when speaking with Kaz, but now he sounded annoyed again.

"No kidding. Who knows, maybe they'll go all X-Men on us and we'll get some kind of cool superpower or something," Kaz grumbled, rolling off of the bed. He knew he probably looked like a mess between crying, getting forcefully knocked out for a few hours, and just his general state of laziness, but at this point he didn't really care

“As fun as that sounds, I doubt that’s going to be what happens. It’s proably some non-FDA approved drug that they want to try,” Vaughn said, hands moving as he spoke. He fell back onto his bed, arms reaching up to cover his eyes.

(my mom is trying to convince me that one of the science teachers at my school is hot and that I should marry him and I'm just here like 'no mom, too gay for that')
"Well, we'll either get superpowers, some sort of new freaky virus, or we'll die a gruesomely aesthetic death," Kaz grumbled, rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling

(Lmao and, y’know, THATS ILLEGAL)

“I have a feeling it’s going to be the third thing,” Vaughn mumbled. He kept his forearms over his face, just wanting to be back home in his apartment, away from the world.

(yeah no she's all 'you know he'll get back from Pennsylvania when u graduate' and I'm like 'he's like twenty years older than me???')
"Let's hope there's no fourth kind," Kaz said, snickering a little at the Supernatural reference. The thought of the show made him a little sad all of a sudden. He and his cousin used to sit for hours in the game room watching it, throwing popcorn at each other and binging for hours at a time. Now that he was out of the mansion, he almost missed the place

(RIP)

Vaughn’s brow arched in confusion when Kaz laughed. He decided it was better not to ask. He rolled over, squinting at the clock that was hung across the room. This was going to be a nightmare.

The time passed quickly, and the door buzzed as two guards and a scientist stepped in. "Kaz and Vaughn? I'm here to escort you to the labs," the scientist said. Kaz got up warily, stuffing his hands in his hoodie pocket. He glanced over at Vaughn nervously