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 Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 2:20 pm
"Whoo hoo!~! Olan honey, don't stand out in the middle of the hallway." Marissa called from beside the bathroom door, smiling her million dollar smile. "Dustynn just went to the bathroom to go wash his eye out, but he'll be right back, don't worry." She said, walking over and wrapping her arm over his shoulder.
Dustynn examined his cleaner looking eye in the mirror. There was a cut on his eye-lid, and his pupil seemed to be a little confused, but it would heal soon. Until then, he would have to bandage up his eye, which would totally throw off his perspective.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 2:39 pm
Olan nodded as if agreeing with Marissa. He was glad that he wasn't alone in the hallway, but the Demon probably isn't afraid of her, so he was still nervous. Was the Demon still locked in the room? Or had he gotten out and is now looking for yet another perfect time to strike? If it's the latter, then Olan hoped that he wouldn't find that chance.
'At least the Demon isn't bothering me now,' Olan thought. 'I wonder what he wants. World domination? Most likely.' But then another thought suddenly came to his mind. It was in a completely different language, so he didn't understand it. What could it mean?
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 3:04 pm
Dustynn walked out of the bathroom, his eye completely bandaged. The gauze was already dyed a light pink from the blood, but he didn't mind. It was hard to walk, since he couldn't see depth perception was well as he used to, but he had a strong feeling that he could manage.
"How are you doing, Boss?" Marissa asked, walking over to the younger boy. "Do you want me to kick Lorin in the kisser for you? He totally deserves it." She hissed, rolling up her sleeves as she said that.
"No, I prompted him to do it." Dustynn waved her to stop. "Olan, did you finish eating?" He asked. The younger boy wasn't supposed to be up here; he was supposed to be downstairs. But then again, the gang was intimidating for a young boy like Olan, so it would be quite hard to sit still and watch them.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 3:25 pm
Olan shook his head at Dustynn's question. On the contrary, he hadn't eaten anything at all. Probably by now the steak had either gone cold or had been eaten by one of the gang members below. Either way, it was a waste of Dustynn's time to cook something that Olan would later abandon all because of fear.
"Sorry," he apologized. "I got scared down there, mostly because of the Demon." He felt very guilty that he did waste the gang leader's time. Perhaps he should have brought the plate with him or something, but then what if he wasn't supposed to? He didn't know the rules of the place, if there were any rules.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 5:26 pm
"That's okay. I'll make you something else." Dustynn smiled lightly, walking downstairs. "Marissa... bring him down when he's ready." He ordered, disappearing from view of the upstairs.
Dustynn walked into the kitchen, just to see that Olan's plate was untouched. The gang knew much better than to touch it. However, after pushing the meat on the plate a bit, the purple haired boy realized that it was cold. So he stuck it in the microwave and waited for it to warm-up.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 11:31 am
Olan stood where he was for quite a while, staring as Dustynn walked downstairs. Immediately he felt the terrible presence and he shuddered. How will he be able to let Marissa-san know that he wanted to go downstairs right now?
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 12:44 pm
Marissa looked down at Olan, seeing that the boy appeared scared. "Do you... want to go downstairs?" She asked, leading him towards the stairs. "Or... would you like to go lie down in Dustynn's room...?" She asked, pointing at the door.
Dustynn poked the food again. He decided that it was warm enough, and left it inside, since Olan and Marissa hadn't come downstairs yet. He knew that Marissa could read lips almost as well as Dustynn could, but Olan probably didn't know that and wouldn't talk to her.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 12:55 pm
After hearing Marissa's second question, Olan immediately shook his head in great fear and distress. Being in the hallway was bad enough, but going back to the room was just like a forbidden choice. The Demon would be there, no doubt about it.
"A-actually, I'd like to go downstairs," Olan mouthed, hoping that the female gang member could understand him. He didn't bother to say anymore, since he wanted to avoid any chance of confusion or misunderstanding of what he was trying to say.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 1:22 pm
Marissa mouthed the words along with the younger boy, mouthing them over and over until she finally understood. "Forgive me. I haven't had to do any lip-reading since... elementary school." She admitted sheepishly, leading the younger boy downstairs.
The gang looked up, but a single glare from the sole female member made them all turn away. Dustynn had fallen asleep near the microwave with his head tilted back against the counter. Marissa couldn't resist her chance as she grabbed a roll of newspaper and whacked the gang leader on the head.
"What the-" Dustynn's eye flew open, and he stood up. Then looked at Marissa and cussed really loudly. "Your food's in the microwave." He said, motioning towards Olan.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 1:37 pm
Olan nodded and hesitantly opened the microwave to get the still-warm steak before walking back to his seat at the corner. He couldn't help but giggle at how Marissa had whacked Dustynn in the head with a roll of newspaper. He didn't know why, except that it just seemed quite funny to him.
"I must be out of my mind," Olan mouthed to himself. He had never laughed when other people had thrown newspapers at someone else, even when that someone else was him. Maybe he was crazy or something. Then again, he probably had gone crazy eight years ago.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 7:14 pm
"You think something's funny, Punk?" Lorin asked, looming over Olan like a giant to a toy soldier. Dustynn's first instinct was to punch Lorin out, but Marissa stopped him.
"Lorin... back off. Olan was laughing at Dustynn, not you!" She said quietly. Lorin glared at her, but she kept on going. "God so help me Lorin, I will shoot you if you don't get a f-ing move on." She swore, placing her hand on a small bulge in her back pocket.
"If any of you hurt each other, you're both facing the consequences." Dustynn hissed, walking between Lorin and Olan. "Take another step forward... and you'll be forced to punch me out again. Punch me out again, and I will allow Marissa to shoot." He said calmly, although his heart was pounding quickly and rapidly.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 8:43 pm
Olan's eyes had widened in fear when Lorin towered over him with an intention of hurting him. For a moment, he raised his arms in some kind of instinctive, yet futile, defensive position.
When Marissa had come to his rescue, however, Olan then calmed down a bit, but he lower his arms. He wanted nothing more than to scurry out of the room, but something, particularly fear towards the very persistent and annoying Demon, kept him from from doing so. All he could do was stay frozen in the seat until something happened.
When Dustynn had walked in between him and Lorin, Olan had expected the gang leader to get punched right then and there. Thankfully, the punch hasn't happened... yet. The tense atmosphere, however, terrified the mute boy, no doubt.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 12:11 am
Kaisin huffed with annoyance, grabbing his brother by the shoulder and wielding him around. "Forget it, Bro. It's not worth anything, really." Kaisin insisted, eyeing the young gang leader warily.
Dustynn only glared after them. When they had disappeared upstairs, he turned toward Olan. "Are you okay?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 2:57 pm
Olan nodded, silently sighing in relief. "Yeah, I'm okay," he said. "Sorry for worrying you. It wasn't really anything urgent or life-threatening, but I couldn't help but feel scared." He felt really embarrassed for reacting to such a small situation.
Then the room suddenly felt cold, but only for a moment. Had the Demon actually gathered enough courage to get in here even with Dustynn in the same room? Or maybe it had just been Olan's paranoia.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 11:21 pm
"Ooh... somebody left the window open!" Marissa growled, running over to the open window. A draft was rolling in, which annoyed Marissa to no end; being a person who hated the cold.
"It's okay, don't worry about it." Dustynn smiled back. He noticed Olan seem a bit tense, so he ruffled his hair a bit. "It was just the wind. It wasn't that, okay?" He assured him.
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