Aerin Thomas: The outside door shuts, and as Bliss and Kelsey quietly head off to their sleeping spots, Aerin slips to Tony's room. He waits until the others are safely settled away for the night, and then lightly knocks on the door.

Antonio Pavlatos: He hears movement in the hall, glances toward the door, then listens and goes back to messing with the kitten until he hears the light knock. He glances to Merc, then looks to the door, quietly murmuring, "Who's there?"

Aerin Thomas: "It's me, Tony. Aerin. Can I come in?"

Antonio Pavlatos: He still thinks it odd that they ask, but he dutifully rises up enough to reach over and unlock the door.

Antonio Pavlatos: (And per Raven - when the door opens and Aerin comes in, Merc would end up groggily getting up, greeting Aerin but saying he needed to check on Rei, and would be back later)

Aerin Thomas: ((Kay)) He opens the door and slips in, shutting it once Mercury leaves. He gives a smile to the kin. "Hey, Tony. You're looking good. How are you feeling?"

Antonio Pavlatos: "Not so... tired now." Pauses, still speaking slowly, softly, " My head don't hurt so bad neither, kin sorta think a little now... sorta." He still looks like he could still use a bit more sleep, but definitely got a better color to him. The kitten starts to curl up in his lap, getting tired and sleepy herself. "Alex said he's gonna bring ya one of them ggg... good bottles a Scotch ya like sometime tomorrow. He was real happy to hear ttt... they was gone." He was here talkin' to Merc when I woke up."

Antonio Pavlatos: For just a moment he seems to be about to say something else, but doesn't. He crawls across the floor enough to put the sleepy kitten into her carrier.

Aerin Thomas: "Good." He nods a bit and smiles, then moves to take a seat. "I'm glad you got some good sleep. Have you eaten anything?"

Antonio Pavlatos: He makes a face, "Alex didn't stay long. Since he heard I www... was feelin' better he was gonna go take Yvonne out to supper. 'N so Merc made soup... I ate some of it, 'n he kept on at me 'till I ate most of it."

Antonio Pavlatos: Which, Aerin would know means he poured a can of soup in a bowl and nuked it.

Aerin Thomas: He frowns a bit, but nods. "Okay. You're still feeling tired, though? And headachey?" Mental note: Vitamins, until he's up to eating more regularly, in addition to the meds.

Antonio Pavlatos: He nods a little, curling back up on the sleeping bag, his head resting in the corner. "Yes, sss... Sir. Stomach still kinda... jumpy, but Merc said that was because I ain't been puttin' much in it."

Aerin Thomas: ((Oh, shit. Assume that he used his Persuasion before he entered? It lasts the full scene. Or I can have him activate it later, if you would prefer that.)) He nods. "More then likely, yeah. You'll get to feeling better."

Antonio Pavlatos: (either way, he hasn't really done anything yet, and we already know your roll.)
"I hhh... hope so. I was feelin' pretty good... bbb...before," A little nervous glance up at Aerin, then he picks a bit at a loose thread in the sleeping bag, "'cept when I was hurtin', but the meds took care'n that pretty much."

Aerin Thomas: "You will," he says with that reassuring tone. "I know things have been hard on you, Tony...and I'm sorry if I contributed to that. I've only wanted to help you."

Antonio Pavlatos: He doesn't respond for a long time, then gives a little brief nod. "Alex said ya did, bbb... but I still ain't real sss... sure why I'm really here." This said extremely quietly. "Alex said one thin', then others say somethin' else, ttt... then you say somethin' else."

Aerin Thomas: "Well, why don't you tell me what Alex and the others have said, and we'll get to the truth of it? I'm sure it's somewhere in-between all of us."

Antonio Pavlatos: Again a long time before he responds, and even with his head slighlty lowered, easy enough to see him lick his lips nervously, "Alex... ttt... toldt me that I needed to be here to be sss... safe, that sss... stuff was happenin' that needed to calm down, 'n we'de continue lessons 'n all, but that www... we couldn't... hhh... have sex no more 'cause they was www... watchin' us, 'n wouldn't like it. I ddd.. didn't ask... figured it was 'causea what hhh... happened at the club, 'n they was mad at him." Murmurs something, hard to hear, but the a few words, ....'female hates guys'. "The others...." His voice trails off, and he turns his head a bit to the wall.

Aerin Thomas: He frowns a little at that, but nods. "What did the others say?"

Antonio Pavlatos: Another long moment or two, then finally, even softer words, "They sss... said stuff like... the one that skairted me iin the hall, the dark fur one that went "Boo" from the shadows... he told me I had to stay hhh.. here 'til I weren't sick no mmm....more, 'till I was well... sorta though he meant... the drugs but..." A tightness in his chest makes the words more difficult, "... he didn't... 'n when I tried to lock the door... he toldt me it didn't matter... he could still come in iffen he wanted... I heard 'em talkin'..." He rubs his temple, "... stuff 'bout abuse, 'n the sss... spirits bein' watchin' me... 'n Alex didn't never abuse me, 'n I toldt 'em so... the game... it was about the game... but others do it... that's all it was... you even ddd... done it, toldt 'em so... that couldn't be it...." His words keep getting lower 'n lower, and slower , seeming very hard for him to either think or maybe just talk about. "They said it www... was okay fer ya 'n Ethan, or fer Jez, but not mmm... me... 'cause Alex was Bastet.... 'n... that I... I weren't like Jez 'n Ethan... 'n" He rubs his head again, voice trailing off, pulling his legs up under him.

Aerin Thomas: "Who is 'they,' Tony?" He frowns a little bit, concerned. "You use 'they' a lot, sometimes for different theys. Who do you mean?"

Antonio Pavlatos: He bites his bottom lip, curling up a little more. "They... ones ya asked 'bout then... Merc, 'n the other one... somethin' ain't right 'bout me... I toldt Jez I whist Alex'de let me bbb.... burn, 'cause everythin' he ever toldt me... don't work fer mmm... me. Them others, bbb... before they said plenty bbb.... 'bout ya'll... told Merc... they wolves too..." His breathing starts to get faster and harder as he tries to talk, wheezing more pronounced, and he shakily has to dig an inhaler out from under the little stuffed animals at the head of the sleeping bag. (Add a few times when they have talked and he gets upset that he might need his inhaler, I had forgotten in that other scene with you). He tries to catch his breath, "Ddd... don't ... mmm... matter." Last words come out in a wheeze before he leans his head back some and closes his eyes, trying to let the meds kick in and help his breathing.

Aerin Thomas: He frowns, trying to make any sense out of what Tony said at all. The words are English, but while he got some of it, the rest of it is just complete incoherance. "It does matter, Tony. It matters what you're thinking, very much."

Antonio Pavlatos: "No.... it don't, or I... I wouldn't be here... I'de have rights... likken other folks. They said... lots a stuff.... my head hurts... don't wanna talk no more 'bout that." His last words, although weak from just now getting some breath still hold an almost frantic note.

Antonio Pavlatos: Antonio: d10: WP (nice please): 3,6,4,1,


Aerin Thomas: "Okay...okay." He nods a little bit and sighs. "That's fine...we don't have to talk about that."

Antonio Pavlatos: The breathing seems to ease up, but the frantic tone of his voice gives way to something else, and he curls up on the sleeping bag, pillow against his chest, looking very much like he wants to crawl right into the wall. If he seems that he notices Aerin in the room at the moment, he doesn't show it... until he hears his voice, then he starts whimpering, and oddly enough it is Tony's voice but small, very small, almost childlike, "No....no... no.... no... gotta hide, gotta hide...." His fingers literally starts clawing at the wall, as if trying to get inside it.

Aerin Thomas: He stays where he is, mot making any move toward Tony or away. "Shhh....shh. You're safe. No need to hide...no one's here that's going to hurt you. You're okay." His voice instantly takes that calming, soothing tone, trying to help the kin relax some. ((Rolling a Cha+Emp, since the previous was for a diff. purpose.))

Aerin Thomas: Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Cha+Emp vs. five: 6,2,3,8,5,8,5,

Aerin Thomas: ((5 successes, enhanced by Persuasion))

Antonio Pavlatos: The voice does at least seem to calm him a little, his fingertips though are a little bloodied - not badly. He still stays curled up though, murmuring the same things over and over.

Aerin Thomas: He sighs and curls a leg inderneath him, watching the young man. "Gordie. It's okay. I'm here, and no one's going to harm you while I am."

Antonio Pavlatos: He hears his name and he starts to tremble, but no more frantic clawing at the moment.... "Shush..... she'lll hear ya..." Then incoherent mumblings, almost like he talking to himself. "Sss... she'll find us... shhhhhhhhhhh."

Aerin Thomas: "No one's going to hear you and find you, hon. I promise. There's no one here that's going to hurt you."

Antonio Pavlatos: Oddly, he holds his right side, as if something is wrong with it, the side with the scars. "No...no...no.... shush!" He slowly turns his head a bit, and his widen, but although he is looking at Aerin it is if he is looking through him, seeing something beyond him. He opens his mouth as if he would scream, but nothin' comes out, as if shocked to silence, and down he drops in the ball again. (trying to play this with the Persuasion - he isn't as bad as his first time with Alex, he at least isn't scramblingn around the room, trying to crawl under the furniture) He starts mumblings again, "Make it go away... mmm.... make it go away... gotta get away... gotta hide..."

Antonio Pavlatos: (eyes widen)

Aerin Thomas: "What, Gordie?" He frowns, watching the kin. "You have to tell me what I need to make go away, or I can't."

Antonio Pavlatos: "Ddd... don't wanna look!" He's crying now, pitiful sounding sobs, but still that odd childlike, small tone. "It hurts..." He is holding his side harder now. "He'll look.... he'll look... make it go away... make it go away... make it go away... make.... it.... go.... away...." His voice seems to be drifting now. (hang on)

Antonio Pavlatos: Antonio: d10: WP (come ON!): 5,2,9,5,
His breathing slowly evens out, limbs starting to uncurl, but he doesn't completely pass out. His eyes are out of focus for a few minutes, groggy, like someone waking up. Breathing hard, tears streaming down his face, he suddenly flips over, eyes wide. He spots Aerin, and covers his face.

Antonio Pavlatos: Tony's voice, "I.... I didn't mean to wake ya up... ddd... dreamin'... musta be dreamin' again... didn't know I... I fell asleep." His voice is shaky, disoriented, nervous.

Aerin Thomas: He smiles a little bit. "You're okay, Tony. Really, you are. You didn't wake me up."

Antonio Pavlatos: He is shaky, and not sure why, and wraps the sleeping bag around himself, the toy wolf Ethan gave him tumbling to the side for the moment. "Guess.... I... I was more tired'n I ttt... thought." His breathing is evening out some, but it takes a few minutes for him to calm down.

Aerin Thomas: "Probably, yeah." He nods a little bit. He rises and walks over, reaching down to get the wolf and hand it over. "It's okay...you're allowed to be tired. It's been a tiring month or two."

Antonio Pavlatos: He blink, and his voice is tiny, "I... I been here that llll... long?"

Aerin Thomas: "No, you haven't," he says with a shake of his head. "But things have been a bit rough since the incident at the LImelight, I imagine...and that was a month ago."

Antonio Pavlatos: He takes the wolf, and a tear slides down his cheek from nowhere. "We ggg... got this in the mall... Ethan got it fer me... when he 'n Merc helped me get more rrr... regular clothes. Ain't nnn... never seen a mall before.... big place..." He seems to be rambling a bit, the thought of being here two months not shocking him like it might some.

Antonio Pavlatos: He licks his lips, "I useta... sorta... have problems... back in 'Orleans... I thought it was one day, 'n it weren't... but it nevered changed... I... I knew it was ttt.. horse mainly... makes ya forget shit..."