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 Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 4:46 pm
At first, Olan was frightened and he attempted to struggle, but it was no use. He had already known that Dustynn was much stronger than he was, so what was the point? Maybe he had only acted on instinct, which usually comes before thought.
As for thoughts, those were what Olan tried to send to the gang leader in hopes of telling him why he hadn't moved. Though he didn't expect Dustynn to listen to or even believe him, he might as well try to let him know. Maybe then the gang leader would change his mind and not force Olan to watch the death sentence.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 4:54 pm
"Olan! He can't hear you! He can only do it when his eyes are cloudy!" Demitri cried out, hearing all of Olan's thoughts as he tried desperately to reason with her brother. But she knew already it was no use. Olan had it coming, no matter what.
Dustynn heard Demitri, but had no clue what the hell Olan was trying to tell him. It didn't really matter, since he was looking out the window, forcing Olan to watch. "Don't close your eyes, now. That would spoil it." He whispered quietly, then turned back towards the scene.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 5:10 pm
Somuka floated down the stairs, but stopped just halfway. As unsure as she was about letting the gang leader force her little brother to watch the execution, she was sure that Dustynn had already made his decision. It wasn't like she could do anything about it in the first place.
At hearing Demitri-san, Olan stopped sending thoughts. In that case, the only way he could avoid seeing the death sentence was if he closed his eyes, but then Dustynn would just get even angrier and force them back open. He knew he should have walked away when he had the chance, so why had he never done so? Now, because of that, he would have to watch the execution whether he deserved it, which he most likely did, or not.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 1:21 am
Michael stood right in front of Lorin. They just stared at each other for quite some time, not moving an inch. Finally, Michael lifted up his hand, the gun firmly in his grasp. The older gang leader was taunting the younger, saying that the kid had never handled a gun before. But Michael wouldn't hear it, not this time.
Dustynn watched the scene with only a half-heart. Lorin had been his right-hand man. Losing him meant that he'd only have Kaisin, who was not nearly as skilled as his brother. But oh well, it couldn't be helped. The trigger was just about to be pulled, then a hand clapped itself over the younger boy's eyes. In the end, Dustynn couldn't bring himself to allow the memory of death to haunt Olan's already fragile psych.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 10:44 pm
Olan was confused at first when Dustynn covered his eyes, but he did nothing. It wasn't like he could do anything anyway. He couldn't send thoughts, he wasn't sure if he could mouth anything, and he definitely couldn't try to squirm out of the gang leader's hold. All that he could do was just stand and wonder what was going on.
There didn't seem to be any way for him to explain why Dustynn suddenly changed his mind. It was so sudden, and at the very last second in that case. Maybe he should ask once the execution was over, which should be soon.
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 3:53 pm
As the older gang member hit the floor, Dustynn whirled Olan around so that he was facing the staircase and not the window. "You go up to my room with Somuka and Demitri, and you don't come out until I come in, got it?" Dustynn asked, looking at Demitri as he took his hand off of Olan's eyes. Demitri nodded and came down to retrieve the younger boy.
Immediately, the gang leader strode outside, apparently to clear up the damage. "Mina, Dylan. You two go start cleaning up out here. Kaisin, you and the rest of the gang get rid of Lorin. I better not be able to tell he even existed, got it?" He ordered, following the cleaning crew back into the hideout as the rest of the gang quickly obeyed.
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 5:03 pm
Olan immediately hurried up the stairs, not bothering to look back. He didn't want to disobey and then anger the gang leader once more, or else something even worse would happen. He just had to consider himself lucky that he didn't have to see the execution or the result from the shot he heard just before his eyes were covered.
Relieved, Somuka followed her brother to the gang leader's room. She had been prepared to comfort Olan in case he did see the execution, but it seemed that now it was unneeded. It was quite a good thing, though, because she didn't believe the boy deserved the punishment in the first place. It was now best to forget about the whole thing and just move on.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 7:27 pm
Dustynn immediately sat down in the chair that the members had proclaimed his after Kyle, the former leader, disappeared. The rest of the gang crowded into the room, sitting down on the couches and chairs, pulling up some of the stools from the kitchen, or even just standing.
For the longest time, the young gang leader said nothing. He just closed his eyes and sat down in the chair, thinking. Everybody else sat quietly and waited. Finally, a mutter was heard from the barely moving lips of the younger boy.
"So, we've been rid of an eye-sore. Where is it now?" Dustynn asked, opening his eyes. Kaisin and the rest of the gang in charge of disposal all murmured that they burned him to ashes and scattered him about the entire city. "Mina, Dylan... Lorin never existed, correct?" He asked. They both nodded. "Good..."
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 7:39 pm
It didn't take long for Olan to arrive at the room and close the door after Somuka entered the room. He was sure he heard a conversation of some sort, but he didn't want to listen to it, since he knew very well that he would get in trouble. The last thing anyone needed was for Dustynn to get angry again.
Before long, Olan had crawled under the sheets of the bed and attempted to sleep, which wouldn't come to him. He was too troubled to go to sleep, but what else could he do but lie down? The only thing he could do was stay where he was and wait for Dustynn to come in.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 8:01 pm
Demitri sighed, staring at the younger boy as he crawled into the bed. "Well, Somuka, was it? Do you know how to play 21?" She asked, holding up a deck of spirit cards. "I brought them back from the spirit realm, don't tell Dustynn." She giggled, tossing them on the ground between them.
Dustynn slowly made his way up the stairs, but his room wasn't his destination. It was the closet. He needed some time to think. As he sat there in the darkness, his mind processed the execution scene over and over. The gunshot and Lorin falling to the ground. Not much to process, but something just didn't add up. Lorin fell to the ground on his face, not on his back like more people. Perhaps he was leaning forward? Or perhaps...
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 9:18 pm
"I never played the game," Somuka said. "All I did all day was read." She was a bit interested with the card game Demitri had described. It might be fun, as long as they didn't bet on anything. If it involved bets, however, it would probably be best to know what exactly they were betting.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 1:27 am
"21. You're just trying to get your cards closest to 21 without going over. All royals are 10, and the ace card can either be an one or an 11. If you have two of the same card, you can make two different stacks, so you can try for 21 twice in the same round. It's called double down. I'll deal. So, if you want another card, you call 'hit'. If you don't want a card, call 'stand'. Kay?" Demitri explained quickly. She remembered playing this game with Dustynn, but they were betting when they were smaller. If Dustynn lost, it was extra time added onto his punishment. If he won, he wouldn't have to suffer for that day. Usually, however, Demitri won.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 10:22 am
"Sure, the rules sound simple," Somuka replied. "Is this one of those gambling games? I remembered my dad played some of these games with his friends." She had always watched her father play the games, but he and his friends bet with collected rocks and proclaimed that the winner would collect the most rocks by the end of the game.
Olan listened to the conversation going on between the spirits, but he didn't bother to find out what's going on. He just wanted to go to sleep and wait for the day to pass or something. Since sleep wouldn't come to him, though, he began to think about his life before the disaster.
His family had just been a typical family. Nobody would imagine that only Olan would survive the disaster and then live to be a cursed child. Nobody would imagine that he would be chased by a Demon. None of those things could have happened if the family had never chosen that day to visit the Towers, but it all happened... mainly because nobody could tell the future.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 10:23 pm
"Unless you wanna bet something." Demitri smirked, sitting down on the floor and dealt the cards. "Usually 21 is a popular game in Vegas, and you're always betting everything in Vegas. But I've got nothing to bet, and I'm not really sure you have anything worth anything to me, so we'll just skip that, alright?" The dark haired girl smirked, looking at her cards secretly. A jack and a queen.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 10:33 pm
"Sure, we can skip the bets," Somuka replied quite eagerly. She was looking quite forward to playing the card game. It wasn't like they had anything to gain or lose, so it didn't matterhow the game would go. Besides, they might as well kill time while they were here. There was no conversation to start up and Somuka didn't know what Demitri's interests were, so one of the most possible choices was the game of 21.
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