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Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 27, 2014 14:26:27 GMT -8
Edmund let out a long sigh. He moved in front of Cyril and crouched down. He couldn't walk away. With his closer proximity, Xan was able to reach out and grab onto Edmund. He flinched but didn't dare pull away too much. His hardened face softened, without him realizing it too much. "Look, I know you don't have any reason to trust me. Humor me, let me get you a hotel room so I don't have to worry about you doing that again any time soon." Edmund lifted his chin when Xan started touching it.
Xan turned to give Cyril a bright smile. "Daddy." Then she sneezed and fell forward a little bit. She tried again, "hungy," she pleaded. "I wan milk."
"I'll leave you as soon as you're secure," Edmund gently tried to pull away.
"No," Xan commanded. She liked her midget grandfather, how dare he try and get away?
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Post by Dina Doo on Feb 27, 2014 20:01:51 GMT -8
Oh little Xan, absolutely adorable. She even made Cyril smile softly, but that died away when he glanced up at Edmund. "Y-you don't..." He began, but his voice trailed off as he registered his daughter's words. If they were able to get a hotel room, he'd at least have enough money to buy a dinner at the hotel. Cyril put aside modesty for a moment and accepted the charity. "O-okay..." Perhaps wrapping his arms around Xan, the prostitute went to stand. He didn't look eager though, and instead watched the ground in a shameful gaze, as if he had done something wrong.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 27, 2014 20:21:02 GMT -8
Edmund paused, he took a breath and spoke carefully. "When I was your age, I was the same." Who was he kidding? He still is the same. He is the exact same boy he was all those years ago, the only difference is that he wears a mask to shield it all. "Your attitude, I mean. I hid away in my home, I was afraid, dying, abused, starving. I didn't have a child and didn't... venture myself," easiest way to say prostitution. "But I had someone who pulled me out of that darkness."
He walked steadily down the alley. "If you don't accept any other reason I give, accept that one. Don't act shameful. Your daughter loves you, so take that into account. Let her be your light, and never be ashamed." Edmund told himself that it was the way that Cyril seemed so beaten that had his tongue so loose. Perhaps, if Dina wants, they reached where Rex waited. Edmund made a hand motion and the large wolf shrank in size, in order not to scare Cyril. "How long would you use a hotel room. A week? Or do you travel frequently, a few days?"
Cloudy promises that the next post will have shots.
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Post by Dina Doo on Feb 28, 2014 5:16:25 GMT -8
Still cautious, Cyril followed after Edmund, perhaps still holding his daughter close. "I-I don't know," he said, honestly, quietly. "I-I go where ever I can get money.." Before that sounded too bad, he hastily added, "S-so my daughter can spend another night inside instead of sleeping out in an alley way." This did happen every so often if he couldn’t get the money in time. Funny how humble he was, for a fourteen year old. He came from a household that was no doubt wealthy due to his father's position, but he was willing to become the dirtiest creature ever for the sake of keeping Xan alive. And happy. That was what mattered to him the most.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 28, 2014 11:54:43 GMT -8
Edmund let out a long breath. If he kept talking to this kid, he would end up buying a house for him. Not that their funds wouldn't allow for this, but that was going too far. "How long have you..." Edmund began, but the screeching of car wheels had him turn his head. His eyes caught the gleam of a gun with a passenger hanging out the side of it, the words shouted by the passenger all were numbed by the growl of the car. One shot was fired, and then another. Edmund grabbed Cyril and shoved him against a wall, using his own body to shield him. His head hammered with fear, but none of it showed. He feared Cyril already had been hit. More shots fired and he felt his body lurch closer to Cyril before felt the explosion of pain.
His teeth clenched tightly, a small cry building in his throat but never leaving. It was the second shot that landed that finally released his shot cry. This all had been a matter of seconds. Edmund reached down for his gun, but his body shook in pain. It felt like his whole body was on fire so he couldn't tell where the shots landed. Turning, he lifted his gun and shot back. His first three shots were useless, but the last two landed on one of the men shooting. He watched them turn the corner before his vision blurred. "Are you hit," Edmund breathed, trying hard to stay standing.
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Post by Dina Doo on Mar 1, 2014 13:05:16 GMT -8
The poor prostitute had no time to react to the events that followed the sound of the first gun shot. Then there were more, but Edmund had stepped in front of him and his daughter. Poor Cyril, it was a very confusing scene. He had no idea that he had been hit, not at first. But when the fear ebbed away and he suddenly felt blood bubbling from the wound, it was then that Cyril realized that there was a hole in his arm. A white hot pain suddenly flashed through him and he let out a cry of pain, bending over. Being shot hurt. Another cry and the sleeve of his shirt/jacket was starting to stain with red. He was still, maybe, holding his daughter close too but so much for trying to be brave for Xan..
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Post by clouds just clouds on Mar 1, 2014 16:16:07 GMT -8
Well, that answered some questions. Pain was like an overbearing shadow that wrapped around him and threatened to oppress him; panic crawled up his throat and threatened to break away what little back bone he pretended to have. He stepped outside himself, ignoring his own feelings and focusing. Xan was lost in shock, tears filling her eyes. Confusion left her, and she didn't seem to think of words to say. Her face was lost in a silent scream. Edmund put his gun away and grabbed Cyril's shoulders. "Deep breaths.Deep breaths. Look at me," Edmund felt frustrated because he had no name to connect with the boy in front of him, and the girl was beginning to whimper and build her voice up for a scream.
"I know it hurts." Edmund couldn't focus on anything. Rex was large again, worried whines filling his throat. Edmund tried to push Cyril away from the wall and into Rex. "Get on him. Right now. What's your name? Where did you get hit? I need you to take deep breaths and make sure the kid didn't get hurt."
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Post by Dina Doo on Mar 2, 2014 12:53:42 GMT -8
Deep breaths? Deep breaths.. Cyril did as he was told, taking in deep, shuttering breaths in an attempt to regain his composure. But pain still overwhelmed him, making it difficult for him to speak properly. Poor Cyril already had a stuttering problem but the pain made it worse. "M'-m' C-Cyril.. G-got hit... m-my a-arm..." Cyril took in another deep breath, biting back a scream that built up in the back of his throat. However, he was able to move himself closer to Rex and at Edmund's command, he tried getting onto Rex. If he had been able to, then maybe that was when Cyril directed his attention towards Xan. "X-Xanny," he whimpered. It was becoming harder and harder to speak properly. "A-are y-you okay?" He tried comforting her, pulling her close if he could. "I-it's okay.. i-it's okay.."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Mar 2, 2014 15:35:14 GMT -8
Xan let out a miserable sob. Edmund limped closer to Red and tried to lift his leg over but this only caused him to cry out in pain. He breathed, or tried to. "Good, Cyril." Edmund watched Rex's fur. The malaki partner whined in fear for his partner. "I'm fine," Edmund told Rex and pushed again. He couldn't lift himself. Rex turned to look behind him and his shirt. With Rex's help, Edmund pulled himself up behind Cyril with his body shaking. "Hospital, Rex, quickly." Edmund couldn't help himself, he fell forward against Cyril.
Beneath them, Rex lanched forward and immediately started running towards a hospital. Edmund struggled to stay on the beast, and Xan cried pitifully.
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Post by Dina Doo on Mar 2, 2014 20:14:52 GMT -8
Cyril was having a hard time keeping his head up and his eyes open. The agonizing pain yearned for him to pass out, to fall into the soft blanket of unconsciousness so that his mind didn't have to deal with the pain. The warm blood that now coated his arm and stained his sleeve was even more so demanding on the desire to slip away. But, Cyril used the same trick he always used during the most horrid, filthy moments with his clients; he focused on Xan. The desire to protect her and make sure she was alright drilled into him, into his mind, forcing him to stay away. "Shh," he muttered shakily, trying to hush his daughter. "D-don't cry, Xanny," he cooed softly. "D-don't cry.. I-I'm right here.." But with each moment that passed, it became harder and harder to stay awake. If Cloudy wants, maybe they would reach the hospital?
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