|
Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 26, 2014 16:08:18 GMT -8
In the midst of their prostituted passion, a hitman slinked in the shadows. The curtain closed any view he could have, but lucky for him the window was unlocked. He quietly opened it, focused on being quiet and deaf to any ambiguous noises. He slipped through the window with Rex's help and landed on the carpet. Standing, he lifted his gun and nearly drop it. "Oh, for the sake of dragons!" Edmund cried.
Gregory flew off Cyril, grabbing blindly for a pillow. "Who are you?"
"I'm here to kill you, pull on a pair of pants and--" Edmund's eyes slid over to the one underneath. "A child, a child!?" He snarled and cocked his gun. "I have children older than him!"
"Prostitute is a prostitute," Gregory gave a slimy smirk. He yanked on some pants. "Thanks for telling me, I will have fun killing them."
|
|
|
Post by Dina Doo on Feb 26, 2014 16:34:29 GMT -8
Poor Cyril, it was probably the worst feeling in the world to have someone else seeing him, a boy doing something so foul. Having briefly turned to glance up at the newcomer, the prostitute turned to bury his head in the pillow once again. His face flushed with shame and embarrassment. He could almost cry.. And that coaxed him to try to sneakily roll himself off the bed. Dina apologizes, he will do a lot more when they start fighting, she promises.
|
|
|
Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 26, 2014 16:40:58 GMT -8
Gregory slid his pants up, taking care. "Couldn't you have let me finish? Right when it was getting-"
"I will shoot you right now!" Edmund shouted. He kept one eye one the boy, in case he grew a pair and decided to attack him. "Shut it. I didn't know you would take a child into the room and use him. If I knew that, I would have shot you on the streets." He bit his inner cheek to have himself not groan. This would go into one of the jobs he would never mention to anyone. Ever.
Gregory moved lightning fast, throwing a knife at Edmund. The hitman barely dodged and rolled to the side. He shot the wall where Gregory once stood, and before he could get back up, Gregory was on him. Edmund used the butt of his gun to attack the man as punches were thrown blindly onto him.
|
|
|
Post by Dina Doo on Feb 26, 2014 19:39:30 GMT -8
And that was it for Cyril, there was no way he was going to stick around now. Once the fight had erupted, the fearful teenager quickly scrambled to pull his clothes before he darted into the bathroom. But, even if it wasted time, Cyril stood at the sink and used warm water to clean his arms, his face, his hair. Later he'd be able to take a shower but he didn't stick around. What the prostitute did do though was gather whatever he could from the bathroom, taking great care in making sure that the precious bundle he hid was safe before taking off, not daring to look back. Too bad for him he had left behind his wallet and two other important items.
|
|
|
Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 26, 2014 20:47:45 GMT -8
Edmund had thrown the man off and slammed him into the wall, except his gun now laid across the room. Gregory had a weak leg, but he had height. Something Edmund lacked. Edmund saw the bathroom door open, and it was enough of a distraction to harm Gregory. He smashed his leg into Gregory's knee, hearing a sickening crack. Gregory cried out and angrily snarled into the air, "You bitch!"
Edmund smoothed across the room, pausing only once to see a bundle in Cyril's arms, two large eyes watched him curiously. Edmund bent down and grabbed his gun while Gregory cursed and screamed at the air, tears falling from his cheeks. Edmund watched Cyril leave, not wanting to kill in his presence. As soon as the door shut, he shot the man right in the head.
Edmund sighed, leaving the room to the bathroom to check for bruises. Instead he found three items. The hitman part of him wanted to kick them aside, but the two large eyes haunted him. He reached down and picked each item up separately. He searched the wallet, sighing at its contents. A whore to pay for his daughter? Or a whore with a daughter, because he's a whore?
It didn't take Xan long to figure out she was missing two key components. Being a child, she let out a disgruntled mumble of unhappiness. Where was her binky? Her sprouting teeth itched for something to chew or suck on, so she opted unhappily for her fingers. Another groan came from her and tears sprouted in her eyes. She let out another whimper. If this continued on, she would be screaming.
Edmund found that boy more slippery than his actions in the bed, which annoyed him to no end. Killing people always left him numb, to save the small part of his soul that still held onto him in fragments. Rex lazily sniffed the ground, and the weather above their heads turned gloomy. In order to not look like a complete sap, Edmund threw the blanket, binky and wallet in a bag.
He walked only with a slight limp, and he preferred not to ride on Rex, especially when he was tracking. "Anything yet?" Edmund half wanted to give up. Several times he almost tossed the bag in the trash, but he wondered if that was ending two lives. At least the death of the man distracted him from the horrible scene before.
|
|
|
Post by Dina Doo on Feb 27, 2014 5:35:06 GMT -8
Cyril was well aware of the three items he had lost. Out of all three of them, his wallet had been the most devastating. Without it, he'd be unable to pay for food or even find a place to stay for the time being. And staying out on the streets with his daughter was the last thing he wanted to do.
It had been late when he had left the hotel last night, meaning the shelters were closed. The only other option he had was to find a safe alleyway to nest in for the time being. Even now, Cyril sat with his back pressed up against the alley wall, perhaps his wings were folded around his daughter to keep her safe and warm. He'd been awake the entire time, as it was his responsibility to keep watch should that man return or any other stranger come stumbling away.
The teen's tired gaze slid down to his daughter. If he could, then he reached out to catch her wrist. "D-don't chew on your fingers, Xanny," he said in a soft voice. "I-I promise I'll get you another binky, okay? I-I will...” But the binky was the last thing he was worried about at the moment. The only plan he had thus far was to wait for the shelters to open up later, in the evening. From there, he just had to hope another client would come along.
|
|
|
Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 27, 2014 7:58:41 GMT -8
A whimper of discontent filled Xan. She angrily twisted for a moment, and then settled down. She opted to chew fabric, her barely distinguished eyebrows pulled together. How did Cyril expect her to sleep? He blocked her view of Mommy, and her binky and blanky weren't there! Her childish mind didn't connect to reasons why they weren't there, only that they weren't and she wanted them. She stopped chewing and gave Cyril that heart-breaking look of anguish and took in a deep breath, a feeble cry left her and she continued with her discontented grumbling. Now she wanted her father to speak, but she had no means to express that, especially with her annoyed grumbles.
Edmund and Rex both stopped at the sudden cry. They followed the source to the entrance of an alley. Rex lowered his head and gave a quiet growl, signaling that he found his mark. Edmund motioned for Rex to stay. He decided to make himself heard, not being careful to be quiet. He saw the strange shape and recognized it as wings. A small part of him wondered of the caedde ever had problems being on his back all the time.
Edmund shuddered away the thought and stopped in front of Cyril. He cleared his throat, sharply to catch Cyril's attention. Then he held out the plastic bag for the weird lump growing out of the side of the wall. Within the wings, Edmund guessed, was the child. Around the same age, he guessed, as his sons were when Ana died. "You left this, and before you run away, I don't have the intention of harming you."
|
|
|
Post by Dina Doo on Feb 27, 2014 10:01:31 GMT -8
The poor boy jumped at the sound of the voice and his eyes widened when he caught sight of the man from last night. But before he could even react, Edmund held the bag out to him. Cyril hesitated for a moment before reaching out a shaky hand to take the bag, and perhaps he had been able to take it from the gunman. A huge wave of relief flooded down onto him when he saw that his wallet was there. They weren't poor anymore! Well, technically, they were, but now Cyril had money.
Even in the presence of the strange man from last night, he smiled softly when he saw that Xan's blanket and pacifier were there. "L-look, Xanny. Y-you've got your blanket and binky back." And like a good dad, Cyril gave his daughter the blanket, but he held onto the pacifier for now, for the sake of wanting to clean it first before giving it back to her.
But then he remembered the presence he had been fearful of moments before and his gaze flickered back up to Edmund. With his face heating from embarrassment, Cyril shakily muttered, "T-thank you." It was full of gratitude all the same. But his gaze faltered and fell to the ground, like a shameful rat. "S-sorry about last night," it was almost too quiet to here.
|
|
|
Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 27, 2014 11:22:28 GMT -8
Xan's eyes were on the binky like Alec's were on chocolate. She smiled slightly, her irritation fading away. Her small hands clasped the blanket and she wiggled. She connected the return of her items to the male standing before them and lifted her arms up to Edmund. "Papa!" She cried, grandpa being foreign to her, but words like Daddy and Papa signified love and care, and Edmund seemed that way to her. Her bright eyes were filled with happiness.
Edmund's eyebrow twitched down, not before flicking up at Cyril. "Is she trying to say grandpa?" He then registered Cyril's words and an actual blush sprouted on the hitman's cheeks. "Please. Don't ever mention it. I really would like to forget it." He then lifted his eyes to Cyril, "It's for her, isn't it? And you're out in the cold." A long sigh left Edmund, his head lowering as he watched the ground.
He fought with his morals, and Xan's innocent reaches for him weren't helping at all. He knew those two would die outside, and from the amount he saw in the wallet he didn't think they would get far, but he wasn't someone to suddenly adopt a prostitute under his wing. So, he wouldn't. He'll leave this boy alone because he's tired, struggling with staying sober, and he did a good deed by delivering the blanket and such. "Alright." Edmund stepped away and looked down the alley. "Follow me. Come on, get up. We're going to find a place for you to stay." Edmund groaned inwardly. It was too late to take it back.
"Grapaaaaa," Xan said quietly. "Graapa."
|
|
|
Post by Dina Doo on Feb 27, 2014 13:50:19 GMT -8
Cyril at first didn't believe Edmund, he thought the older man was joking at first. "I-it's alright," the prostitute said quietly. "Y-you don't have to. I-I was going to go to the shelters later when they opened.." Cyril pulled up his knees, perhaps lifting Xan up for a moment to adjust before setting her down atop his knees if he could. "W-we'll be alright..." Poor Cyril, being too modest to accept help. Plus, he was weary of Edmund. Could he trust the man? Cyril had really only ever interacted with his clients and even then, most of them weren't people one could trust.
|
|