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 Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 1:37 pm
Olan, despite being terribly uncomfortable in a room filled with gang members and leaders, he felt protected in Dustynn's arms. He was actually relieved that the gang leader introduced him as his brother with a medical disorder. At least the new people wouldn't get the wrong idea about them. Well, to him, having the gang people think that he and Dustynn were together was the wrong idea. He wasn't sure what Dustynn actually thought, though.
Though Olan knew he shouldn't assume what other people were thinking, he couldn't help but feel some strange eyes on him. Sometimes the eyes would have a scowl or glare, sometimes pity, or sometimes a look of interest that he found quite scary. Well, who was Olan to say anything in response to those eyes? It wasn't like they'll hurt him or anything.
He was, however, very uncomfortable around the person who seemed to mention someone named Shiah Devans. Where had Olan heard the name before? On the news? From the mouths of other people? Perhaps he met the person? Maybe Dustynn knew, but unfortunately Olan couldn't ask.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 1:50 pm
The meeting was finally over, and naturally, the central gang split as soon as it was closed. The other gangs slipped out one by one until only Sheila's gang was left. Sheila's eyes hadn't left Olan for the entire meeting unless she was speaking to somebody else, which had made Dustynn incredibly pissed off.
"So... are you single little boy?" She asked, smirking at him. Michael's eyes widened in discomfort, while Tori glared at her gang leader. Sadly, Dustynn could tell what was going through every single one of their heads.
"Hmph... so he's up for grabs." was going through Sheila's. "Dammit Boss, taking all the good stuff for yourself." was going through Tori's, and "What does that kid have that I don't?" was probably going through Michael's. It disgusted Dustynn entirely, so he stood up.
"On the contrary, he's mine." Dustynn smirked. "Olan is my little brother. I think it's perfectly in my power for me to say that I'd rather have him associate with good people. Someone who knows him well, is nice, and isn't the leader of a gang who is repeatedly caught for drug smuggling." He said, bringing up the biggest flaw with Sheila's gang.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 5:31 pm
Throughout the meeting Olan was uncomfortable with the stare from the Sheila person. He often tried looking away, but he just couldn't stop looking at her unless she turned her head at one point. There was something that drew him to her, but not exactly the right way. She just seemed... eerily mysterious, to say the least.
A blush came to his face at her question. He had never been asked that before, and he definitely didn't expect it from a gang leader. Wasn't she supposed to be afraid of him or something like so many other people were? No, she seemed very interested in him, though he didn't know why.
Then Dustynn spoke and Olan couldn't help but wonder if the gang leader was jealous. Well, he did say that he liked him, and it would be reasonable for the jealousy to settle in. But Olan didn't say that he liked the gang leader back, so there shouldn't be any point in the jealousy. What if Olan decided to choose someone who wasn't Dustynn? What would the gang leader do if he got jealous?
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 12:49 pm
"Tch... you sure he's not your boy toy?" Sheila hissed, glaring at the younger gang leader through narrowed eyes. The purple haired boy stood up suddenly, walking over to Sheila with a shining object up his sleeve.
"Olan, close your eyes and don't look." Dustynn ordered, pressing a gun to the female gang leader's chest. Marissa stood on the side, turning her head away from the direction of the confrontation. Lorin watched with interest, while Kaisin watched for anybody walking by who might hear the gunshot. "Michael... is this okay with you?" Dustynn asked, turning his gaze to meet that of the male figure.
"I know Sheila isn't the nicest person, and she can say some things that are out of her league. But please, find it in your heart to forgive her." Michael pleaded. Dustynn's eyebrow raised slightly, then he looked at Tori. The female lieutenant nodded in agreement, and the gun was tucked back up the sleeve.
"You wouldn't have really shot me. You're just as pathetic as your father." Sheila laughed as Dustynn walked back to where Olan was sitting. That pushed Dustynn over the edge, and he whirled around, a bullet piercing the skin on the female gang leader's left arm.
"Compare me to my father ever again... and I won't be aiming for anywhere... non-lethal." He said.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 2:17 pm
Olan, as soon as he heard Dustynn's order, looked away and covered his ears in case a gun had to be involved. It wasn't long before he did hear the gunshot and he froze and had to force himself to keep from looking.
"What is it like to be in such a place?" a familiar voice said. Olan looked around, but the room wasn't red nor was there a presence. The stranger was somehow speaking to his mind.
'What do you want? Leave me alone!' Olan thought back to the voice. 'What did you do to me? Why can't I speak? What do you want with me?' He wanted the voice to go away, but he knew that won't happen anytime soon.
There was a laugh that sent shivers to the very marrow of his bones. "And why should I? I'll need your... must I say... cooperation," the voice replied. "What if I gave you a reward? Perhaps... your family? I'll bring them back to you, but first you must agree to one condition. It isn't very hard. Just a simple thing."
Olan shook his head, forgetting that the conversation was in his mind. He can't help this stranger even if it would mean to bring back his family. How could he trust someone who obviously had evil intentions for someone he either knew or didn't know?
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 9:57 pm
Dustynn turned, moving towards Olan. "It's okay, you can stop covering your ears now." He said quietly, smoothing the younger boy's hair. Then he looked back at Sheila, who was clutching her arm and hissing profanities at him. "I'd have that looked at if I were you. It's not lethal, but you may lose a lot of blood."
"C'mon Boss, let's go." Michael said, leading Sheila out. Tori quickly dashed out the door, until it was only Michael and Sheila left. The male lieutenant turned towards Dustynn and mouthed a 'thank you' before all three of them disappeared.
"And don't ever think 'bout comin' back again, you hear?" Lorin called out the doorway, slamming it shut.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 10:15 pm
Olan uncovered his ears, and tried to take his mind off the internal conversation. The voice had long disappeared as soon as Dustynn spoke, as if it was afraid of the gang leader. Watching as the remaining gang left, he breathed a sigh of relief. Apparently the gang leader won't be bothering him again, or at least for now.
Looking up at Dustynn with curious eyes, Olan hoped that the gang leader could read lips. "Why was she looking at me so strangely?" he mouthed. "I think she's interested in me, but maybe I'm wrong." He waited patiently for Dustynn's answer.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 10:53 pm
Dustynn looked at Olan strangely, then picked him up and began walking back up to his room. "Mari, Kai, Lorin... good job today. You're free to go now." He muttered over his shoulder, not stopping to turn around or face them. The three nodded and disappeared out the door, almost as fast as Tori had.
The older boy dumped the younger onto the bed, slamming the door close. "Sheila just likes to play around with new toys, or something new that somebody else has. Apparently, she sees you as a toy, and me as that somebody. Naturally, she wants to play with the new toy, but if that somebody -moi- says no, then she's going to fight and tease in order to get it. Sometimes that somebody gives in, but others don't and it ends up like it did." He said quietly, sitting down on the bed next to Olan.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 4:31 pm
Olan nodded to show that he understood, and then he let himself fall flat on the bed and he rested his head on a pillow. All the sudden change in his already bad life was giving him a headache, though it seemed that the whole change had been making his life so much better.
Suddenly, Olan's sleepiness and slight irritation turned into sadness and guilt. He hadn't really been thinking about his dead family and friends this morning when he usually did. How could he forget? He wasn't supposed to forget about them, even for a little while, so why was he here feeling content? What was happening to him?
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 6:44 pm
Dustynn got up and slid into his desk chair. Being a dedicated Shinto, he was pissed off at himself for forgetting to go and pray at the church that morning like he always did. He had slept in that day, something that he normally didn't do, and he was ashamed of doing so. What would his mother say? Hell, what would his sister say? Probably kill him.
"I'm going out. If anything happens.. um... shoot this out the window." He said, handing a small pistol to Olan. "You can't yell, so no one's going to hear you... but everybody can hear a gunshot, so Lorin and Marissa'll come." He muttered, going into his closet and grabbing his church shirt; a black 'gi' with a red and white sakura patterned 'obi'.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 7:13 pm
Olan nodded, taking hold of the pistol and setting it someplace safe. He wanted to ask what would happen if the intruder locked the door, but seeing as he couldn't speak and Dustynn didn't seem to understand lip-reading, there may not be a way to ask except to try writing on some paper. Then, almost immediately, he began searching for a piece of paper and a pen.
It wasn't a long search, however, since Olan didn't want to open any drawers and accidentally discover something personal, so he waited for the gang leader to return from the closet. It seemed that he was changing for something important, and Olan began to wonder what the important event was.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 6:34 pm
Dustry walked out, taking off his old shirt and slipping into the more traditional one. He tied the sash tightly around his waist until he felt like he was going to suffocate. In the shirt, which was supposed to hang loosely around his chest, he looked very thin, one reason that he tied the obi so tight around his waist. It fell to his hips, swinging slightly as he tossed his shirt into the laundry basket.
He noticed the younger boy looking for something. "Well, what do you want?" He asked, walking over to Olan and placing his hand on his forehead. "Just mouth it. I can read lips pretty good." He whispered, looking Olan direction in the eyes.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 7:13 pm
Olan nodded, quite glad that he didn't need a piece of paper after all. "So, what happens if the intruder locks the door? What can I do then?" he mouthed, his eyes showing the expression of slight worry. There shouldn't be a need to worry, but he wanted to be ready for what may happen.
His eyes turned to stare at the gun on the nearby desk. It lay innocently there, and it was pretty much innocent as long as nobody took hold of it and shot anyone. Perhaps he would be able to shoot the intruder with it if he gets the chance after shooting a bullet out the window.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:04 pm
Dustynn looked down strangely at Olan, thinking the boy insane. "What do you think? Shoot the perpetrator." He said with a sly grin, ruffling the boy's hair. "I'll be back in an hour perhaps... maybe a little bit longer." He said quietly, pulling a rubber band from the desk and tying his hair into a very short, low ponytail.
He exited the room, locking it behind him. Olan wouldn't get out, nor would anybody get inside. He did it as a precaution for the boy's own safety, since something had spooked him into muteness. But then the thought came to him. What if it wasn't a person, but a spirit? He shook the idea out of his head, but he didn't fully let it go as he walked down to the church a couple blocks down.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:13 pm
As soon as Olan heard the click of a lock of the door, he got up from the bed and walked to the window to close it. A majority of his mind told him it was futile to try to keep out whoever or whatever had scared him, but he decided to try anyway. The intruder may not be a person, but perhaps he can't get in through completely locked places.
Suddenly, the room's temperature seemed to increase, as if someone had been messing with a thermostat. Olan wasn't sure if there actually was a thermostat in this place, but he can't find out since the door is locked. Cautiously, he walked back to the bed and took hold of the gun. He could feel another presence in the room, but he just can't find out where. It was probably the thing that took his voice and somehow mentally talked to him.
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