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[saul]

KILL ME ROMANTICALLY ,
" bitter and dumb, you're my sugar plum "
" you're awful i love you "
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A cigarette in hand and a cocky smile had Saul Dexter Jaims perfectly content with where he was right now. Except well, he was perfectly content with what was in his hand. If he said he was perfectly content with where he was then that would of been a pretty damn good lie. Considering he was at the hospital...Out of all places why you may ask? Poor Saul had passed out again from lack of nutrition and drug usage. Nutrition being the main reason for the reason he was here. But that didn't really matter. The drugs helped it. The massive hang over didn't help either but eh what could he do with that. He had no clue. He wasn't feeling so hot right now though, but the cigarette was helping. Keeping him overnight annoyed him. The doctors told him he needed help. But he was stubborn and barely listened to them. He just sighed and took a drag off of the cancer stick and stood outside against the walls. Well, now he needed to get out of here. He would be feeling much much better if he was drinking on the bus. He wanted a beer in his hand or something. Her looked down at his arms, track marks made their way up them. Ew, he should probably take care of those.

Most likely he wouldn't even attempt to when he got back. His mind was already preoccupied with certain things like how much alcohol he needed and should he practice for the show? Shouldn't he call his little sister and brother too? No, they wouldn't want to hear from him. He disappointed them enough, leaving them along with their devil of a mother and their nice step-father. Well, at least the step-father cared about them. He doubted that they missed him. He was gone for several years of their life, pretending he was dead and now here he was, alive and well...sorta well. He didn't care though, as long as someone was not following him and he wasn't being held up for some old crime that he committed with his gang, well then he was fine. He didn't care. Saul was never that much of a person who cared. She missed them though, and that was the only thing he truly cared about next to his drugs, music, alcohol and cigarettes. Great priorities right? Right. Oh well, he walked out to the parking lot and whipped out his handy dandy phone. Posting a note on twitter asking for someone to pick him up from the damn hospital then sending a text to everyone in his contacts book to come pick him up too. Hopefully, he would get some response soon.


If he didn't then it looked like he was walking. Oh, that was always fun. He wasn't suppose to lose anymore weight and then they were making him walk. Shouldn't they have some taxi service or something. The male snorted and ran a hand through his brown hair and groaned as he walked towards a bench and sat down. Any minute now, he would receive a text right? Right. But really, where were his band mates. Although, Juliet couldn't really pick him up because she was sorta blind but he was sure Ollie could. Then again, things were extremely awkward between the two. BUT WHO COULD BLAME THE BOY, Oli was hott and well, Saul couldn't keep his hands to himself when he was fucked up. Just didn't work that way no matter what. Well, he didn't care about that now. He just wanted to get out of here. Hopefully that would happen soon. But who the hell knew? Maybe March Of The Dead could do without their druggie drummer slash vocalist.

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[oliver]

Oliver never really cared for anyone but himself. Yes, his priorities changed at some point to let a few people into his life that he really did truly care about. Emilie being first on the list, then the boys in the band, coming into a close second for his affection. He really did care about them. Even though he didn’t really show it, when the time came, he knew he’d always be there for them. No matter what the circumstances were. Yes, he knew it sounded quite corny and lame, but these people meant the world to him. Oliver looked around at the quiet lot. Everyone was in their busses some seemed to be roaring with life while others seemed empty or about to close down for the night. Oliver quickly glanced over to the March of the Dead bus. It had most of the lights on in the back where the living space was. But where the bunks were, only one light really shone and all the rest were dark. He knew what was going on in that bunk. Saul was doing his nightly drug work. He could have been prepping drugs to sell, or even taking them. But Oliver walked away from the bus putting his arm in his pocket and grabbing a cigarette from the carton and his lighter.

Oli walked out of the parking lot and towards the venue. He brought the cigarette to his mouth and lit it sucking in the toxins and letting the calming sensation run through him. He walked up and down the bleacher seats that, well, didn’t really give a good close up view of the band. Oliver played around with his plugs in well, nervousness. He couldn’t help but worry and that was one habit he always had. He started to play around with the plug in his ear; he took it out and popped it back in with ease while also rubbing on his earlobe. Yes, weird, but the boy couldn’t help it. Saul wasn’t like all the other member s of the band. Saul and Oliver had a history. A very complicated history in fact. Sitting down in a seat, Oli bent over running a hand through his hair. Saul and Oliver used to be, well not really a couple but, there were feelings there one would say. They would hook up on and off while they were fucked up and maybe once or twice when they were completely sober. It just so happened Oli ran away from his feelings and just cut off everything. He didn’t really know why but fear is what consumed him one day. He couldn’t help it.

Oliver was on his fourth cigarette of the night. He looked up and the sky was completely clear with the stars twinkling with every bit of strength they had. Oliver’s phone kept buzzing and the constant ringing bothered him to the point where he turned his phone to silent so he could take in nature’s true beauty. Most people never really understood Oli. He was an asshole but only so he didn’t have to open up to you. He hated getting to know people and letting people in on his secrets. But once there was that trust there, Oliver becomes this deep person that no one really noticed existed. The howling of a crowd or people filled the air. The busses weren’t too far away so that Oliver couldn’t hear them but, he just shook his head and kept a smirk on his lips. His sixth smoke got in between his pale lips. Oliver couldn’t help but let his mind roam to the thought of Saul. Yes, their little fling was over, but he couldn’t help but think that maybe his feelings weren’t dead. Yes, Saul was good looking, fun to be around and, well everything Oliver was looking for in someone. But the question was if Oliver was ready to look for someone. He spent his whole time breaking hearts, and he didn’t mind it.

Breaking hearts was something that Oliver was good at. It wasn’t something that he tried hard on, it just somewhat happened naturally. He’d get close and that small pang of fear would creep up to him and make him run. Leaving the significant other crying and broken over him. Was it something he was proud of? Hell no. But it was just the way Oliver functioned. Looking at his phone the time read 3:00 AM. Underneath the time, the little voice message man stared at him. Oliver brought the phone to his ear and waited for the messages to start playing. “You have nine new voice messages.” Oliver’s mind started to race and his heart started to pound to the point where he could hear it in his brain. He didn’t even notice the text message that came through from Saul. Each message came from someone in the band. Every single voice message concerned the same person. Saul. Oliver didn’t care what happened he got up and ran back to the parking lot. Looking at his phone once more he saw a text from Saul asking him to go to the hospital and pick him up. “Mother Fucker.” were the only words he could bring out of his lips. He got into his black Nissan Alitma and sped off to the hospital. He quickly called Juliet “Hey, I’m going to go pick him up. I can’t believe this. It’s so typical of him to end up in the hospital.” He quickly hung up the phone as he was turning into the hospital lot. He quickly spotted a lonesome Saul with a cigarette in his hand. Oliver parked the car and quickly got out.

He walked over to Saul and stood right in front of him with a stern face. “What the FUCK are you doing here?” asked Oliver. He couldn’t seem to control himself because just the mere thought of losing Saul was becoming too much for him to handle. He was almost so angry he could punch Saul right in the face. Instead he reached into his pocket and grabbed the new carton he put into his pocket before he got out of the car. He quickly unwrapped it and threw the plastic on the floor. Smacking the carton to the palm of his hand a couple of times he opened the box and took out a cigarette and began to smoke it. Sitting down on the walkway of the hospital he ran his hands through his hair waiting for Saul’s story. Knowing to expect that Saul wouldn’t take the situation seriously he prepared himself for the worst.

TAG - Saul!
WORDS - 1,116
NOTES - MUSE IS BACK
OUTFIT wearing this
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[saul]

KILL ME ROMANTICALLY ,
" bitter and dumb, you're my sugar plum "
" you're awful i love you "
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Saul, oh Saul. Honestly, the boy was trying to entertain himself by counting how many cars were in the parking lot. "One dead person, two dead people, three dead people, four dead people" And so on and so on. Why was he saying they were dead? Who the fuck knows. He was just so fucked up in his head that his brain was probably all ziggy zagged with irregular brain patterns because god knows how many brain cells Saul had left to use...or if they were any use at all. His constant drinking, drug and any other stupid habits were probably a surefire way of killing them off. Oh well, the male shrugged his shoulders as he continued counting cars. Almost like counting sheep, but he was getting impatient. He still had that insane cocky smug smirk on his face but fuck was he annoyed someone wasn't here yet. Saul had a problem, honestly he thought it was all about him. Sure, there were some things that he knew wasn't about him. But seriously, drugs must have dumb him down to act like a spoiled brat because fuck, Saul knew he was a spoiled brat. Fuck, he knew that he deserved to be spoiled because, well....Come on? He was Saul Dexter Fucking Jaims. He owned this fucking tour. He sold the drugs, made the money, fucked the bitches and the men. Hell, he did it all. That was his mentality and when someone fucked with him BAM, they were down he fought back. Sure, it wasn't the best approach to take but he couldn't help it. That was how he was. Nothing could really push him back from being like that. Considering that he grew up like it in the dirty, seedy city of Hollywood.

He grew up, living in some shitty apartment. With a stripper for a mother and a deadbeat drug dealer father ( well we know where he inherited that part from ) The only two people he really cared and wanted to protect was his siblings. Who, were his half siblings they were even full blooded. Even though he never let that stop him from being a complete protective jerkface who never let the two out of his sight. Scary that he could be like that right? Right. That's what most people thought when they looked at him. He couldn't really turn into that kind of person. But that's what Saul did. He amazed people with his stupidity and his ability to hide his true feelings. Because, fuck he needed to do that if he didn't want to get himself killed in the gang life. Which although eventually "killed" him anyways. But did his band know about that? Oh no no no, see. He had this thing. He was going to keep that all to himself. No one could know about his little past with a run ins with gangs. Which was why he was dreaded going to L.A sure....he supposedly heard that the boss that was after him and his gang. He didn't want to arrive and get shot up or anything. That wouldn't be good, nope. Secretly he cared about the band and he knew that if he died...well, things wouldn't be cool. He knew that there would be some trouble, considering him and well...He was dead!. Dead wasn't good Dead was bad. He didn't want to be dead. Even though, he did suppose that he was slowly killing himself with all the drugs he was taking...Ehhhhh fuck it. He'll be fine. He normally was fine, he thought he should of been dead already by some sort of unlikely disaster.

But then again, Saul was a idiot. Unlikely disasters were something that came pretty easy to him. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket as he realized that he had spaced off and had a few messages, text and voicemail. He pressed call to the voicemail and held the phone up to his ear. Hearing many complaints from numerous band members and read through the text messages. Well, someone was coming to get him. Although, nobody did tell him who was. Juliet just said someone was. Well, great. Now he had to wait. That was till he saw a familiar looking car come rolling in. Oh boy it was Oliver. Oh boy, he was dead. He watched as Oli parked the car and got out. Walking towards him with well, fatherly stern face. This almost made Saul laugh out loud. Which wouldn't be that good right now considering he was in a hospital, or well getting out. He took a drag from the cigarette again, ashing it into the wind as he dropped it to the ground and squished it with the two of his sneaker. "Well, before you start freaking out because honestly, you should of known. I passed out at some party last night and the people took me here and they said I'm malnourished or some crazy shit like that, my head fucking hurts and I want a fucking beer. So can we please go? Before I strangle someone. Because this hangover is getting to me alright? Alright" Yeah, Saul did explain that all in one breath. Who the fuck knew that the man had so much air. He stole Oli's cigarette and took a drag, too lazy to take one out himself and light it, then handed it back to him with cocky smile. "Anyways, why are you so worried. It's me, you should be use to me ended up in the hospital every other fucking day. Not like it's anything knew. God, you're acting like I died. Which I'm pretty sure I didn't since I'm walking and fine. Can we stop at the store? I need to buy some beer and more cigs. Dude you coming?" He had started walking towards the car. Babbling...He just wanted to get out of here.

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[oliver]

Oliver couldn’t seem to be able to fathom the way Saul was acting. How could he be so, calm, so collected about what had happened? Did he not realize he was in a hospital. A place where humans go when they’re extremely sick? He could have potentially died. That wasn’t something that Oliver wanted. All these mixed emotions came flowing through him. Anger, sadness, worry, and even a bit of relief jumped around in his mind. His head was beginning to hurt and it wasn’t because of Saul’s rambling about who knows what. Oli couldn’t handle this kind of stress in his life. He was never good with high tense situations, or hospitals. Could it actually have been that his feelings for Saul were reemerging? What the hell was going on with him? He didn’t know which way was up.

He felt the cigarette being removed from his hand. He quickly whipped his head over to look at Saul. He took a drag from the cigarette and placed it back between the gaps in his vacant fingers. His eyes moved over to Saul as he started talking to him. In all honesty, all he could here were incoherent mumbles and some main phrase words. Oliver couldn’t believe what he was hearing. What the hell was Saul saying? Beer?! He wanted beer at a time like this? What was he thinking he couldn’t bring up anything to say? How could he sit there knowing he was malnourished? Shouldn’t he want food instead of beer? This was all too much for him to handle.

The last time Oliver was at the hospital, well, it was Emilie. Oliver was seven and Emilie was four. She broke her arm and she had to go to the hospital. At first he thought she was dying. It scared him. Yes it was his fault he pushed her a little too hard on the swing in the front yard. He cried all the way to the hospital. He couldn’t stop it was like he was in hysterics and he couldn’t help it. It was his sister, he cared for her deeply and as hard as his mom tried, nothing could make him stop. But once he saw her walk out of those doors with a pink cast on her arm he couldn’t stop himself from running up to her and holding onto her for dear life. And for some reason Oliver sat there wanting to hold onto Saul.

Oliver looked over at Saul, he was rambling about how Oliver should have seen this happening from a mile away. Looking down at the pavement Oliver pushed up his glasses and let out a sigh. All he was talking about was wanting booze and getting fucked up. What the hell was he thinking? Saul started walking towards the car and Oliver quickly pulled out his keys locking the car as it flashed it’s side lights once warning Saul not to approach it the wrong way. Oliver stood up walking up to Saul. It was obviously invading his personal space. Oliver was just a tad taller than Saul so he was looking down at him a little bit. His glasses was falling down just a bit so he pushed them up a bit. His hair started to fall by his face so he brushed it aside. He inhaled a big breath and began to speak. “Saul are you serious? You don’t need beer. You need food if your malnourished. And if you want cigs fine, but I swear to GOD you are not drinking anything. And You know why I’m acting like this? Because I care, I FUCKING CARE ABOUT YOU. And you don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself and it sucks because when all of us show any form of caring towards you, YOU FUCKING DON’T SHOW ANY FORM OF THANKS OR THAT YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT ANYONE BUT YOUR SELF. AND I’M STANDING HERE LIKE A FOOL GIVING A SHIT ABOUT YOU MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE HERE.” Oliver ran out of breath taking in big inhales of oxygen to fill his lungs. He could only guess what Saul was going to come back with.

That’s when Oliver realized, he did care about Saul. He cared about him enough to maybe even claim that he loved Saul. Their past wasn’t too great. They ran away from their feelings and nothing was done about it. But Oliver was ready to start over again. But, if Saul was going to act that way, it wasn’t going to go over too smoothly. He took a cigarette out of the carton and shoved it in his mouth. His eighth cigarette of the night. He could only imagine how many more he was going to smoke. Rubbing his temple with his other hand he stared into Saul’s careless eyes waiting for a response.

TAG - Saul!
WORDS - 813
NOTES - not too shabby
OUTFIT heyyy good lookin'
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[saul]

KILL ME ROMANTICALLY ,
" bitter and dumb, you're my sugar plum "
" you're awful i love you "
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Yeah, Saul was uncaring. Well, that's how it looked to some people. he did care. He was just...bad at showing it. Very bad at showing it. Actually, he probably showed it so badly that when he did some people thought he was being a sarcastic asshole and honestly, that was all the fucking time. He had no emotions as it seemed. He just..hated feeling sometimes. That or he was scared of what came out of feeling those emotions. He almost shuddered. It wasn't a great feeling at all. Saul ran a hand through his hair as he stopped and looked at Oli, rolling his eyes as he stood. yeah, he wanted his beer and his cigarettes. Yeah, the whole hospital thing was behind him. He didn't give himself time to heal right, of course. Getting drunk was probably not the best idea, especially after getting out of the hospital for alcohol posioning or something like that. He just shrugged his shoulders and waiting for Oli, taking out a cigarette from his own pack and lighting the tip and taking a drag. He really did need a new pack though.

He was running low and usually Saul had a pretty nasty temper when he didn't receive his daily amount of nicotine the poor boy would freak the fuck out. No seriously, he would have a heart attack. He started smoking at about ten and here he was now, still smoking. Two packs a day and if he was stressed even more. He just went through them like a squirrel went through nuts. Absolutely crazy and unhealthy as fuck. But he didn't listen to whatever a doctor said. He just kept living his life as he wanted to . Sometimes he would fear for himself. Sometimes he didn't care. He knew he would die from it one day. But everyone died, it didn't scared him. Well, maybe a little bit. But it wasn't that bad as some people predicted it to be. It was just weird, or that's how he thought it was.

Taking another drag, he grew so damn impatient that he was ready to stomp his feet and grab the keys from Oli, driving himself back to the tour, leaving him there to be picked up by someone else. Yeah, that would work. But of course, Saul wouldn't do it. He would feel bad, yeah. feel bad. It was a odd notion. Considering Saul hardly felt bad about anything. He was convinced the human race was all sorts of fucked up. Giving up on it and instead of trying to stop drug use, he fed it. Selling and using drugs. Using and selling drugs. He did it. He would of been pretty good at what he did if he didn't have the band and Oli. He closed his eyes. Knowing he shouldn't of thought that. The feelings that he had for his other band members. He didn't want..to tell him but then he did. But of course, it was hard for him to say anything. He just didn't have the willpower to.

He was a bit surprise when the other male came over to him. Possibly getting a little to close for comfort but in all seriousness, Saul didn't have anything with personal space. He knew nothing on it. If he wanted to be close...well, he got close. He looked up as Oliver looked down at him. A smirk on his face. He really really wanted a beer. He couldn't live without it really. It was something he needed to live his life. He guessed he ached for it. Just as much as he ached for Oli. So he stood there taking it all in as Oliver yelled at him. Looked like he wasn't getting his beer. But he rolled his eyes and took a drag. "Well, fine. How about we go get some food then? If you're so worried about my health but please. Let's go get cigarettes and after that I want a beer." He spoke with a dramatic tone hinting in his voice as he stared at Oli. Who currently, looked like he was having a mental argument with himself.

Saul suddenly felt bad and sighed. "I'm sorry...I just...I'm annoyed at being here and I'm hungover...and I need a beer...most importantly I need a beer. So...can we just get out of here? Before I freak out and kill myself because I really can't stand hospitals." He finished off the last of his cigarette and threw it off to the side as he pushed the bangs from his eyes this time and turned to head towards the car. He chewed on the inside of his lip and sighed again. Yeah, he did a pretty good job at fucking up.

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