|
|
Post by Dina Doo on Oct 14, 2014 19:09:49 GMT -8
No, Rick didn't kill him, but he certainly succeeded in knocking the skygge out. The assassin first stiffened, then went limp, then his body sagged to the side. His broken nose continued to bleed but on a positive note, he no longer felt the fierce sting of the pepper spray. The skygge had failed but that would never register in his mind because the serum wouldn't allow that. Just understanding enough to follow an order and act on someone else's accord. And when he rose in a few hours, or several, he would recall nothing whilst under the influence, as that has always been the case. Really, the only memories this slave had were brief blurry instances of the serum wearing off before quickly being dosed again and darkness. Inky blackness. Rick's in for a lot with this guy, definitely.
|
|
|
|
Post by clouds just clouds on Oct 14, 2014 23:28:43 GMT -8
His lips pressed into a tight line. Already he decided he couldn't leave the guy, but not the problem was: how does he deal with a body? With a sigh, Rick took a big chance and untied his "friend", for now, and barely managed to lift him over his back. With that, Rick walked into a hotel. The hotel clerk looked up in surprise and then eyed the skygge, "Looks like he got pretty hammered."
Hammered? Rick blinked at the clerk and gave a small nod. "Um, may I have a room? I lost my wallet, but..." Gods, talking was so awkward. "Is there a way I can... work for it?"
The clerk frowned at him, pondering and staring. Rick flickered his gaze down and watched his feet for a moment.
Let's just say, he didn't get the room.
After a lot of trial and error, Rick finally broke into an apartment that was still available for being leased. Dragging the man's body around made fatigue weigh heavily on him. "Sorry," Rick gasped as he laid the man on the empty rug. Crouching down, Rick tied him up again. "This is for when you wake up again, because you'll probably try and kill me again..."
Rick's brows fell together and he let out another sigh. The night was full of awkward and weird conversations. His eyes fell on the man's broken nose and yet again, he found he knew what to do, but he didn't know why he did. Reaching forward, he set the bone again and then scooted a bit away from the weird horned person to lay down and look over at him.
Why did he take someone else in...?
He didn't even really understand how to speak people.
Yes, how to speak people.
His eyes closed, and he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
Cloudy can edit in a skip if needed.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dina Doo on Oct 18, 2014 9:00:04 GMT -8
Perhaps several hours had passed before the serum drained from his system, before his mind began to reboot. The young man woke slowly. His now clear eyes cracked open, looking but not actually seeing. Until panic filled him. Gods, where was he? What was happening? He rolled his body, now getting a nice view of the floor. Instinct willed his limbs to move, but they remained still. They had been bound. The poor man didn't know what to do, didn't understand his body's reaction to his fear and panic. The skygge, in reality, didn't understand anything. The last time he had been conscious and free was when he was three years old. Years had passed but their was only darkness in place of memories. Alongside the darkness were brief glimpses of being free, but never long enough to understand.
The skygge rolled himself over again, now laying on his side. With a hitched breath, the assassin tried prying his arms apart to break the rope that tied them together. Obviously this failed and only resulted in the binds biting harder into his wrists. He really didn't look much like an assassin anymore. With the way his eyes widened with fear, he looked much more like a lost frightened child if anything. A child who wasn't aware of another presence in the room.
|
|
|
|
Post by clouds just clouds on Oct 18, 2014 16:21:40 GMT -8
Sleeping always frightened Rick. For one thing, his dreams always contained weird fragments. Feathers commonly appeared within his dreams, but nothing ever made sense. Secondly, falling asleep always scared him. When would he wake up? Where? Would he be under the serum? It was the sound of movement that stirred Rick. His sat up slowly and blinked slowly at him. "Oh." He bit his lower lip, seeing the childish expressions on the other, wondering if it was an act. "Um." Awkward. What was he suppose to say? That he kidnapped him because he tried to kill him? He couldn't even properly introduce himself because he didn't know his real name. He was just called Rick.
Feeling awkward and unsure, Rick reached back and rubbed the back of his neck, trying to get the sleepiness out of him. Not that it would help his conversation abilities. "I... you were under the serum, and were... was trying to kill me."
His dark eyes flickered over to the young male before dropping awkwardly to the ground. "You're... You're not going to try and kill me again, are you....?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Dina Doo on Oct 20, 2014 18:54:00 GMT -8
Dina and Cloudy decided that Oswald here could understand what people were saying, but we never talked about how much he could understand. Perhaps he was, at this point, similar to a trained animal, being able to recognize some words and phrases. He understood what 'kill' meant, most certainly. While the skygge didn't completely understand the question, he shook his head at the word kill. That was something he didn't want to do. While he didn't know it's exact meaning, he knew that sound, knew it was tied to something bad. Something he didn't want to do. The skygge struggled for a moment until he sat himself up, still silently trying to pry his wrist bonds apart. Even if he did that, the former slave never darted his frightened gaze away from Rick.
|
|
|
|
Post by clouds just clouds on Oct 20, 2014 20:40:35 GMT -8
This wasn't a man. This was a child. That fact caused shock to split across Rick and he blinked at the man, searching his eyes. "Hey, um," Rick slowly crawled towards the boy and then held up his hands to show that he meant to harm. "I'm... I'm not going to hurt you, alright? I promise..." He slowly moved towards the boy and sat in front of him.
With his brows together, Rick leaned down and gently tugged at the ropes around the boy's ankles, if the boy didn't shrug away from him, and he slowly began to untie them. "See? I promise you're not going to be hurt." Even if he was an awkward speaker, he knew how to make his voice into soft tones. He wondered if this guy could even understand.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dina Doo on Oct 24, 2014 4:50:54 GMT -8
And this guy certainly could understand the soft tones Rick used and he relaxed, allowing for his bonds to be cut. His gaze dropped as the skygge attempted to calm himself, to take big even breaths. Even that task proved a challenge because no doubt that bandanna still covered his face and that also hadn't allowed any of the blood from his nose to escape other than staining his face and seeping into the material. He needed his hands untied. Perhaps, the young man tried turning his back to Rick, perhaps wanting him to quickly untie his hands.
|
|
|
|
Post by clouds just clouds on Oct 24, 2014 10:01:09 GMT -8
For a moment, Rick paused. What if this kid decided to run away? It wasn't as if he could keep him tied up... Pressing his lips together, Rick decided there wasn't anything he could do if the kid decided to run off. Quickly, he untied the ropes and returned them to his pockets. They proved to be quite useful. Slowly, Rick crawled back and away from the kid, offering a wincing smile, "I'm sorry, you're nose... it's broken. Do you have... money?"
|
|
