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I can see inside you, the sickness is rising

Who: Jinx, Gabriel, Claudio and Trauma, with special guest appearances by Mary Winchester and Red X
When: Pretty much over the course of the whole sickness plot.
Where: House of Emo
Summary: They're a collective mess. What do you expect but to have all of them deathly ill from a guilt plague? ...Okay, not all of them. But nobody is surprised. (Also known as, we didn't want to flood the com with multiple things.)
Warnings: Sick characters, Character death, cursing, the general expected sort of craziness.

[To no one's great surprise, the plague struck and struck hard. It overall became a crazy, hectic mess about the moment that more than one of them came down with it, and made even less so by the fact that Jinx found bells and decided to use them.

High pitched noises are no one's friend.

Needless to say, as things continued, everyone began to go a bit stir crazy, but it could always be worse, right?]

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[Gabriel, being the least sick of the four of them (and the one with functioning super speshul powers that didn't just involve being invisible and whatnot), has been regulated to the task of responding every time Jinx rings a bell and earning his keep as fiance.

And, boy

she sure does love ringing that bell.]

[Yes. Yes, she does. In fact. She's ringing it right the fuck now from the foldout bed on the couch.]

[And away to the bedside, arose such a flutter... You get the idea. Gabriel's sniffling and kind of being a baby about having what only looks like a minor cold, but shh. His life is suffering.] You rang, babe?

[With the back of her hand to her very feverish forehead, she strikes a good "dying" pose.]

I require...attention.

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[responding to this anyhow. In between bell rings!]

[And Claudio can do more then be invisible you know... it's just the one he uses the most with out thinking anymore. But yes, He couldn't take the bells away enough. He kept insisting that if one of them is sitting right there the bell wasn't needed. The Bell wasn't needed if he was just stepping out of the room after handing her fresh water only to be called back for something else. . . after he asked if there was anything else and was told no.]

[The answering of the bells was now all Gabe's job. His wife-to-be, his job. As much as... Claudio still jumped up to answer the damn bells anyhow.]

[But yes, talking to Gabe right now, out of ear shot of the others, and no bell at the moment.]

How is it you're not a vomiting mess like those two?

[Gabriel flops on the nearest chair, thankful of the reprieve.] Could say the same to you, kiddo. Angel immunity? Good breeding? Who the hell knows. [He coughs] Technically, I shouldn't be sick at all.

[well, he WAS throwing up like the other two, kind of. Just not as often or as bad or---okay well not like the other to but close enough. He sighed.]

Natural luck, I suppose. I was wondering about that though. With you. Angel mojo and all that crap. Thousand years of being and a thousand pounds of sugar a month and you never been sick before. Why now? [to which he covered over a couch...damn it. ow...]

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[Jinx hasn't left the foldout bed their couch turns into for the past week. Sure, she occasionally makes one of the boys drag her to the bathroom. Meaning Gabriel. Because Claudio might just drop her down the stairs out of spite from all her bell ringing. It's like she has an endless supply of those things and lord only know where she stores them.

At the moment, she's laying on her side in front of the television. Flipping through all of the channels. Over. And over. And over again. Nothing good is fucking on. Someone probably needs to empty her puke bucket, too. Or brush her horribly greasy hair for her. Maybe poke her with a stick to see if her brain's still functioning.

Click. Click. Click.]

[What do you know, it's that time of the week again. Without so much as a greeting, Red pops up in the kitchen, Hot Pocket in hand to throw into the microwave. A few beeps ring out, and he sets it humming, while he goes through the fridge for a drink.

He grimaces at the selection of various diet sodas, before grabbing a cola with a shrug and waiting for his food to finish heating. At the telltale sound, he retrieves the snack, and heads out for the living room, expecting to see one or both of the boys there. Instead, the lump of ill and pink hair on the couch catches his eye. He crosses the room, standing above her with an eyebrow quirked above his sunglasses.]

You look like oven-baked crap. [Sniff.] And smell like Taco Bell.

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[She doesn't. Even. Move.]

Weren't you the one who told me that sniffing people is weird?

[Her hoarse voice is barely above a whisper.]

[He leans over the couch.]

You sniff people by being creepy and getting into their personal space. I can't help it if you reek of Bubonic fun time in a five-foot radius.

[He takes a bite of his snack, not even fazed.]

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[He really hated those bells, yes. He also isn't a fan of Channel surfing. Still... he came out to see what the girl was doing anyhow. Came over to settle on the arm of the fold out that Jinx was currently surfing from.]

[As long as they were still breathing it would be alright, yes? Now how to get them over their guilt. He should be working harder on trying to figure this out, but his brain feels like mush...]

You want a movie? [he pirates enough of them that he's bound to have something she might want to watch. Their dvd collection is stupid large too... why surf the TV, come on]

[She doesn't move to look at him. When she speaks, she mumbles.]

If I watch a movie, I'll fall asleep. If I fall asleep, I might drown in my own vomit.

[It's logical. Or maybe she just doesn't want to drag herself to the DVD tower to pick out something. Or actually think about what she wants to watch if Dio's going to do it for her.

Click. Cliiick.]

We could pay-per-view porn. And make fun of it.

[He snorted at that, leaning forward to rest on a knee, watching her surf]

Didn't we do that last week? How much bad porn do you think you can find?

[it was logical, but he also thought she needed the sleep] Why not try to sleep and I'll keep watch so you don't drown in vomit.

[Ever since those texts with Trauma he'd really bee n worried about both of them. Esp little Princess Jinx]

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[Finding out the truth of the plague, surprisingly, didn't help Terry at all. He'd been deteriorating for days before, but with the knowledge of why, he'd actually started to think about it.

And, it made sense.

There was a plague based on guilt, and so of course he deserved to be sick, he had things he deserved to be guilty for. What was worse, he knew thinking this way had to make it worse, but it was like a loop in his head, it wouldn't stop.

And so it got worse.

As it was, Terry hadn't woken for several hours, but that was fairly normal over the past few days. The difference was, he'd been able to wake up if he'd tried, and that wasn't true anymore.

If he'd been awake, he wouldn't have been surprised that he'd gotten so sick. Then, if he'd been awake, there wouldn't be a problem.]

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[Jinx has a very large support group. She has family and friends who love her. She has therapists. She's medicated, even though she tries to hide that fact from people. Even though she's sick, she won't get as sick as the people who have died. Because people are there for her. She doesn't have feel like she has to lock everything inside.

...unlike the emo wonder. Yes, she knows Trauma has issues, and she constantly overlooks them. So long as the kid isn't slitting his wrists or playing My Chemical Romance too loud, she makes a joke out of his angst. Because it's not depression, it's angst. Right?

At least she loves him, even if it's in her own special way. Sometimes, it feels like no one has been together in this city as long as Trauma and Jinx. They used to share the same twin bed because they were too dirt poor to afford more. Now they have enough money to have everything they need and they're back to sharing a bed. Mostly out of convenience. Their several story town home is a lot larger when you're ill.

With their arms wrapped around each other, the brother and sister are sleeping. Trauma has her loosely in his grip, his chin on her head. She's thrown an arm around him, coughing into his stale smelling shirt. They've been out for several hours. Finally, when she gets thirst enough, the princess begins to stir. She pulls herself away from him with a groan. It takes a lot of effort, but she manages to grab the water bottle and take a few, slow drinks.

She shoves Trauma in the shoulder.]

Wake up, stupid.

[Her voice is hoarse. She coughs, trying to clear her throat enough to speak louder.]

You need water, T. Wake up.

[Glaring, she shoves him in the shoulder harder and he just...falls over onto his back. Her eyes grow wide. That's when she begins shaking him. Slapping his cheek. The sorceress screams, but no sound comes out. She tries her best to yell for help. For anyone. Her throat is raw. When she goes to grab a bell, she notices her vision is blurred and hot. Ringing the damn thing seems so stupid, so she throws it.

Then, with her powers, she throws the entire coffee table across the room. That should be loud enough.]

[And Gabriel appears in a blind panic- actually he appeared outside the room, narrowly missed the door and now he's gripping the sides of it like he was caught in a windstorm and has to hold on to keep from being swept up by the gusts. This is flying inside a house when you're not far away from your intended destination, but you pulled your wings out for it anyway.]

Did he- son of a bitch. [He's not an idiot. He knows what that look is and the fact that Trauma's not moving says just as much as the broken coffee table. Jinx may have had a temper, but she controlled it better these days. He turns to yell at someone outside the room.] Claudio, get in here.

[Because really if Trauma's out, Jinx will want both of her remaining boys with her.]

[Out of the four of them there, Claudio wasn't as sick as at least two of them. A cough, a sniffle, a few other things that made him feel like hell, and once in a while the need to sneak off and puke. Thankfully he was able to play well enough with out too much problem. Finding out what was causing it however didn't really help.]

[Guilt was something he did have enough of. Guilt about his siblings, guilt about his parents, guilt about the slavery and AGI issue and what people had to go through for him (esp Jinx), guilt about this and that. Especially guilt about not wanting to return home to save countless people and 69 planets.]

[Having his mom here for a short while didn't help that either...]

[With all that he should be doing worse then he was, though he was trying to work through why. Maybe he didn't feel so guilty after all? None the less he did feel sick and he was trying to hide it. He had been staying in his and Trauma's room for a while, alone, but since the infernal bell kept ringing and he WAS trying to help Gabe as best he could... he'd been staying down stairs more.]

[Which was a good thing. As the table crashed he hissed, holding a hand over his head as if trying to stave off the headache that was already there. Who was throwing her temper around now?--Right. The Princess. Did she lose her bell?]

[He was starting to push himself out, nudging Owen out of the way to wake him up... as he heard Gabe call. He blinked, and stood up with a wobble, pushing off and through the room.]

[Wandering over to where the sick club was he opened his mouth to talk, only to see Terry that way. His mouth closed again, dry.]

T-Terry? [He scrambled over to the end of the fold out, knee on it, reaching over to grab his wrist, checking a pulse, eyes wide, because, you know, he kinda looked dead to him, and he was pretty sure Jinx would be next, and there was no fucking way he could deal with one of them being dead let alone both of them.]

[No fucking way he could deal with that at all]

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[Set anytime before the Coma/Dead Trauma incident]

[The kitchen. He was staying in the kitchen right now, Owen, the dalmatian robotic dog was curled up by his feet, ears perked up and keeping attention for what was going on.]

[Claudio was sitting at the table, head resting in his arms and arms curled around his head. He had fought back vomiting again, walked over to the table and plopped down, trying to get over the feeling of being sick. The others needed him to hold it together and not be the pathetic mess this time. With them both down he didn't really have anyone to take care of him if HE went down like that.]

[It was times like this that he wished his mom was still here. That he wished he had given her a better chance after talking to her. That he had spent more time with her when she was here. That she wasn't dead when she returned home and--god he felt sick again.]

[Guilt. They said it was guilt. He had enough of that, didn't he? He raised his head, puffing out his cheeks in a deep sigh of breath, and scrubbed his hands over his face.]

Okay. No getting sick... [he told himself out loud.]

[They'd called it a hour ago, but Claudio wouldn't leave. He couldn't leave. he'd ghosted and stayed there until they cleared the boys body from the room. He didn't follow though. Instead he went outside and sat down in his car, door closed, windows up.]

[That was when he started to cry again. There was nothing inside his belly to bring up again but he wanted to throw up. He wanted to be sick in hopes that it would make him feel better. He sat there, having a hell of a time trying to breath, hyperventilating a bit as he took a moment to let shit out once more. It was worse this time however.]

[When he was done, or done enough to focus, he flicked on the Car's NV... punching out a text to Jinx only.]

He's gone.

[the simple words just made him start crying again, leaning back in his car and not bothering to go anywhere. Not even bothering to go visible.]

[He def wasn't going home.]

[She doesn't respond. Jinx is sound asleep when the text comes. About 45 minutes later, she wakes up coughing. When she sees there's a message on her phone, her heart speeds up. Word on Trauma. Maybe he's awake again. Maybe they finally found a cure. Maybe--

No.

NononoNO!

She can't breathe. She can't think. Hot tears are flooding her face, but there's no sobs. The only thing she can text back is:]

COME HOME

[Good, she gave him time to sit there and Emote as much as he could on his own. He broke his stirring wheel slamming his fist into it a few times (try a lot)]

Gabe's still there, yeah? You're safe, right?

[so not the text she wanted, he as sure, but he wasn't sure he could deal with going home. Though... he needed to be there for her. Needed to suck it up and dry out and go take care of their sister]

[Except it hurt to breath now, and he just felt sicker...]

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[Mary comes over on Tuesday the 22nd and stays for.... three days, sob. It involves hauling a bucket around some times and drinking tiny energy drinks to get through caffeine withdrawals and sleeping in the spare room.

It also involves drugs. And Jinx's bell.

At one point she can be seen sitting sadly on a stool in the kitchen, trying to make her mom's tomato-rice soup. Someone plz stop her.]

[Company while they were all sick? Sure, why not. Poor Mary was sick as well, and she had lost her boy? This plague was taking everything, which was something Claudio was really worried about at this point.]

[He and the dalmatian came into the kitchen, catching sight of the blond trying to cook. He frowned at that, watching her a moment.]

Mary.

[he gave a small nod of his head to her, walking over to the tiny black sub refrigerator, checking on Patrick, which by now squeaked when you opened the door to feed him. Claudio pushed a Thai box closer to him, reached up and plucked a few stale gold fish crackers off the top and tossed them on top of the box, letting the mold monster snag them as he wanted.]

[He then pulled out a bottle of water from the bottom shelf, before looking at what she was doing]

Should you be doing that? You need some help?

[A glance over at him, nodding tiredly in greeting.]

No, I'm okay.

[Mary spins on her stool and moves to stir the soup again. The texture isn't coming together at all and there are fourteen things wrong with it; another unhappy poke at the surface with a wooden spoon and she puts it down and turns to him in defeat.]

Okay, I think I do. This is ridiculous- I'm a good cook. I am. But I can barely concentrate.

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