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 Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 6:12 pm
As Damian's prey dashed around the corner of the alley he leaped into the sky and used the sun to blind them. In mere moments he was upon them with a flick of his wrists, his blades tearing into their flesh and cutting them to ribbons, their pitiful screams filling the air. He was all action and no thought.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 7:13 pm
At first Regant just shrugged and popped the piece of cake into his own mouth, but when he saw the dircetion that the other boy was running in, he set down his cake and ran after him. "Wait! Don't go that way, you'll get hurt!" Just as he yelled that, the boy seemed to run into an invisible wall with great force. "Damn..." the redhead said with a wince. Walking over and leaning down to see the boy close up he appologized as best he could. "Sorry about that, I didn't mean to cast a spell. Although it probably did save you from getting into big trouble," he commented, hearing the men's screams of agony as something had doubtlessly attacked them. "See? I'm helping!" He smiled, rather proud of himself and completely unaware that most poeple did not consider running others into walls "helping."
Ken had followed the men until he saw the other boy they had been chasing. Ducking behind a wall, he heard their screams and smirked. Climbing a fire escape ladder to the roof, he looked down over the side and watched with intrest. Soon, however, he decided to intervene, so he let go a breath of knock-out gas over the side to settle thigns down.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 9:22 pm
OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM…
Draconis was none too pleased when he hit the invisible barrier that decided to impede his escape, especially since it winded him. He coughed and tried to inhale, willing himself to stay conscious. Then he wondered why this person even cared that he was running into danger. Scowling, he rolled away from Regant and reached for his knife, which had disappeared in his fall into the unknown. He growled. Just my freakin' luck.
Screams in these alleys were things Draconis was used to, so he didn't pay much attention to the blood-curdling screams of agony, instead focused on getting as far away from this person as he could. He still hadn't quite caught his breath yet, but he tried with all his might.
"And why the hell should I trust you!?" he wailed, backing away by sliding across the ground using his legs, and ripping more holes in his jeans. I'm dead! I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead...
…NOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 8:53 pm
Regant raised an eyebrow a the boy's odd and ungrateful behavior. "Why? I guess because I'm being nice. I offered you cake, I stopped you from running into danger...what else can I do?" Regant walked back to the dumpster and picked up his half-eaten plum cake once more. "Are you sure you don't want a piece? I'm going to give it away if you don't want it. I'm pretty full." The boy was thin, and didn't eat much at a time. "I'm not sure what you're so jumpy about. It's not like those men are going to come this way now that it sonds like they're being rippied to shreds."
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 7:26 pm
OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM…
"Yeah, yeah, thanks, whatever," he said dismissively, standing and dusting himself off now that Regant was at a safe distance. He twisted around to see the damage done to his pants. Great, now there's a hole in my butt. Need new jeans now. He looked up and sighed, scrubbing his hands through his impossibly light hair agitatedly.
Nervously, he passed in front of Regant, watching him like a hawk, until he was past, then jogged a little ways down that alley, coming to another dumpster not too far from the one Regant was on, and opened it. After getting past the foul stench, he jumped in and started his search for clothes, quickly finding bounty in a dark green, long-sleeved, fairly worn jumper with a v-neck. It was made for someone bigger than him, obviously, but he pulled it over his head anyways, now searching for pants.
…NOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 8:52 pm
((Ah, British are we? I never would have guessed. <3))
Regant called after the boy when he saw him run off. "Hey wait!" he yelled, running after him with his plum cake. Catching up to him as he seemed to be fumbling through a dumpster, he kept a small distance and said, "What'cha looking for?" He could see the hole i the boy's pants and began to snicker at him. It looked hilarious! Shakign his head he offered, "Don't you want to wash those off before you wear them? The orphanage has a washer. You wanna come back with me a nd use it? I was about to drop off the rest of this cake anyway." He would always give th egood scraps of stuff he foudn to the children in the prpahnage. The nuns always said he would spoil the children, but he did care as long as they were happy. it also helped to take some of the stress off of supporting the place because they had so little money.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 9:54 pm
OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM…
(( xD You have no idea how much I just giggled. I'm Texan, born and raised, but I do have a British fixation that started with Harry Potter. Now when I think of a sweater, 'jumper' comes to mind. I have a Slytherin sweater that I consider a jumper. Um... howdy, y'all, yeehaw, steak, football, and whiskey. biggrin Convinced? ))
Draconis poked his head up and sneered at him. "Hahaha, you can see my bony a**," he deadpanned before ducking back under and finding a pair of pants... but they were waaaay too big, even if he wanted them -- which he didn't, obviously; they were a disgusting color of yellow that reminded him of pee, and made of a velvety, ridged material that he couldn't remember the name of. He threw them aside with a disgusted curl of his lip.
"Salvation!" he cheered quietly, finding a pair of jeans. They were tinted a sort of pinkish color, obviously meant for a girl, but they would at least stay up. He ducked to the other side of the dumpster that faced away from Regant and changed his pants hurriedly. Looking down, he saw that they were almost tight at his thighs, but not much, just enough to show how underweight he was.
He sighed and draped his old jeans over his shoulder and came back around, arching an eyebrow at Regant's request. He really thinks I care of my clothes are clean? They'll just get dirty again! "Orphanage? I look like a street urchin." Which I am, he added silently to himself. "They'd run in fear of my fleas and malaria." Not that he had fleas and malaria, but whatever; he was unclean, was the point. He'd occasionally get to hose off or jump in the lake at night, but the lake obviously wasn't clean, and he didn't have soap or anything.
…NOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 9:05 am
((Ah, I have a similar thing. I spell most of my words the British way, just for correctness sake. lol. You don't have to bother tring to be Texan, you're cooler than that. xd Besides, football stinks. Now rugby, there's a real sport. <3))
"Aww, come on, they're really nice!" Regant tried to convince him. "The place is terribly run down, and most of the kids look to be in your same state anyway. I'm sure they woudln't think twice!" Regant tired to reassure him and cheer him up. Living in the orphanage and on the streets all of his life, he had learned to taake care of other people, and he was difficult to discourage. Holding the cake with one hand, he put the other on his hip and said, "Don't you wanna feel clean? I'm sure it'll be great! Come one, it's free!" Regant didn't want to be a bother, but he knew that this boy needed a little help from the way he looked and acted. Never one to give up on somebody, Regant was determined to follow him around and bug him until he agreed to do something.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 9:52 am
OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM…
(( Meh. I'm not one for football, either, but it's a religion down here in good old Dallas. ))
Draconis tried to remember the last time he felt clean. It was probably one time about a year or less ago when he was involved in human trafficking and had been sold off to a wealthy bank owner, and he was ordered to bathe before... he cringed and shook his head. It had been long ago, at any rate, but he'd never cared to stay clean. He couldn't fathom why Regant goaded him so to go to the orphanage, but decided to take a chance. It could mean doom, but it might also mean protection of some sort, so he sighed and nodded. "Alright, fine. But I'm not sure how good I am with children," he said wryly, knowing Regant wouldn't give in until he complied. He kept his guard up extra high just as a precaution.
…NOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 1:19 pm
Suddenly Damian stilled as he felt a prickle of warning go down his back. He quickly scanned the area and then he saw it-- the boy from earlier who he had tried to avoid. He was on the roof top and up to no good it seemed. As the last guy came charging at him, he silenced him with a fast jab to the jugular, his nails easily connecting with the artery and focused his attention on the other boy. Witnesses to a job were against protocol. As he scabbarded his swords he caught a small whiff of the knock-out gas which confirmed his observations. At least he thought, these men will quit screaming in pain; unneeded attention is not something I want to deal with. However, it did not make him feel anymore inclined to kill the boy. It was the first time he had run into a situation like this and it chilled him to think about killing someone probably around his age. Yet, he knew he could be in serious danger if he did not. Most people lived short, but secure lives at his job-- an assassin/ professional theif paid well. With that in mind he sized up the building and hurriedly began to rapidly climb up the fire escape ladder he had seen.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 6:21 pm
((@Kashira: Please do not double-post. If you want to add something, edit your old post.))
Regant smiled with success and said, "Then home we shall go!" Leading the way and feeling confident, he tried to make some conversation with the quiet boy who walked just a few inches away. "No need to worry about the kids, I'm not allowed to stay long anyway. We'll probably be there just long enough to wash your clothes, drop off this cake, and take a shower or something. By the way, you want a piece?" Having reminded himself that the boy hadn't had any, he offered over some. "By the way, I'm Regant. What's your name?" Manners were taught strictly to all of the children at the orphanage, and although Regant rarely showed it, he had his moments.
Ken felt just a slight shiver of worry when he saw the boy try to climb up to the top of the building. With a quick change of plans, he blew out a cloud of pepper gas to try and slow him down. The last hing he wanted was that ruthless assassin to get up to the top and chop him to ribbons. After all, he had a lot to live for! So many battles unwon, so many faces unbloodied, so many pockets unpicked...yeah, that was a hell of a lot to live for, he thought to himself sarcastically. Nonetheless he thought it best not to die that day; he was still young.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 8:25 pm
OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM…
Draconis ashamedly tried to remember the showering routine, since it seemed he was going to take one. Well... Sir told me to shampoo then condition, but I doubt they have such things at the orphanage, so just soap will do, I suppose... He pushed his overlong sleeves up his skinny arms and shook his head at the offer. "No, I'm not really a cake person. Um... thanks, though," he finished awkwardly. Not having talked to anyone in almost a year, he'd forgotten his pleases and thankyous. "I'm Draconis, but you can shorten it if you want to. It's rather a mouthful." He chuckled nervously.
…NOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 7:45 pm
"No problem," Regant said, glad to hear the boy saying 'thank you' finally. "You'll probably like some of the other kids, you know. There's a really good bunch. Of course tehre are always trouble makers, but in these conditions, you really learn to stick together." As they were walking Regant told him tidbits of old stories, some stuff about the condition of the building, and even how he had lived there until he was too old for them to care for. "So now that I'm 18 I can't stay and I've been living on the streets. I'm Regant Curry by the way. Regant, Reggie, Reg...anything that sounds like it is good with me. I'll call you Draco. It's easier, right?" It wasn't so mucha question as it was making sure the boy had been listening through all of his chitter-chatter.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 9:05 pm
OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM…
Draconis simply nodded every so often as it was called for, listening but not wanting to interrupt Regant's chatter. It was starting to relax him, but once he realized he was getting comfortable, he stiffened back up. Then he nodded again as he mentioned calling him 'Draco', something he'd been called before. "So they don't take anyone above seventeen? Are most of the kids younger, or like... teenagers?" If he really wanted to, Draco could live at that orphanage, only being fifteen, but immediately decided against it.
…NOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM.
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