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Post by clouds just clouds on Nov 21, 2012 10:54:18 GMT -8
Feliks bit back a yelp when he was shoved, but he gratefully fell into the medicine people's hands and let them patch up his wound and fix him up. None of them said anything, but Feliks was a motor mouth, going on and on and on about how they treated him, how he was captured and how they wouldn't believe him. Finally, a medical guy snapped, "Peace and quiet, please? Everyone is trying to concentrate."
"Rude~," Feliks rolled his eyes and would of gone on, but he was hurt and weak, so he just let them fix him. After they were done, they handed him a blanket so he could wrap it around himself. Carefully, despite what the medical team said, he went to leave them so he could check on Peter. If he did, he tilted his head, "Hey, like, Mr. Guard guy, thanks for helping me." A thanks was rare, treasure it.
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Post by Dina Doo on Jan 16, 2013 10:55:19 GMT -8
Peter was probably squatting on the ground, leaning against the wall and contemplating his life choices because the fact that the bad guards had given him the order to rape Feliks and there was a guy dressed up like a woman with all the other women was really... unsettling.
His green eyes flickered up to Feliks and then he held a hand out to him, which was really saying give him some space. "Yeah, d-don't worry about it, and please leave me alone. This is really weirding me out." He used the wall to stand and his pine marten partner crawled up onto his shoulder. "I think... my work here's done now, so, I guess I can leave.."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Jan 16, 2013 15:19:02 GMT -8
For a moment, Feliks looked caught. Like he didn't know what to do. Like he didn't want Peter to leave. That was, well, because he didn't. Peter was the one the he mildly knew and everyone else was a stranger, leaving Feliks look a bit uncomfortable. His eyes watched his feet for a moment and he nodded. "Yeah. What ever." And turned, wincing visibly.
"Uh," Feliks glanced back at Peter, washing the troubled look away even if it still shined slightly in his eyes, he asked, "Do you like... know where I am? Because I have like... no idea and... I..." His breath left him. I'm scared. The symptoms were not that hard to figure out, so how come it took that long to finally feel it?
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Post by Dina Doo on Jan 17, 2013 10:46:22 GMT -8
"You're in Tocelu, Eloria," Peter muttered, pressing his palm to his forehead. This was all giving him a headache but hey, he was once again able to help people out of slavery. "Why? Are you looking for somewhere to go? I guess if you need help getting home, I can have someone escort you back so you... don't run into the same problem again?"
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Post by clouds just clouds on Jan 17, 2013 11:09:04 GMT -8
A gasp shot through Feliks and quickly his hands shot up and he feverishly shook his head, "No!" He said quickly, then he swallowed uncomfortably, running his fingers through his hair. "It's totally okay. I don't need some stranger like walking me to that crappy old apartment somewh-" A whimper slid through his lips and he held his side. "Gawds. This freaking sucks worse than cutting off my own hair." A sigh slid through his lips and he slowly bent over, crouching down and holding his side. "I forgot. They probably took that crappy apartment away from me because I like haven't been there for a while." He muttered a swear in his language.
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Post by Dina Doo on Jan 30, 2013 12:09:31 GMT -8
"Then don't go home," Peter muttered, watching Feliks curiously before looking away. He returned to the abandoned task of trying to get the contacts he wore for his disguise out. "That's not my problem. My job was to save you, and to make sure you're not captured again. Have somewhere to go? Fantastic. You should get there then so I can return to my job and rescue more people." And never have to talk to this cross dresser again.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Jan 30, 2013 19:25:57 GMT -8
Feliks studied Peter carefully, he gave no emotion away when he said, "I weird you out, don't I?" Even as hurt came crashing down on him, he kept a level gaze. "I see. Well," Feliks shrugged and glanced away from Peter. "Oh well." He felt like a knife had been pounded into his chest, he was lonely, but he would never admit it. "'Don't judge a book by its cover' never came across to you then. Alright, well," He swallowed the lump in his throat. "Cool. I'll go walk around and get caught by more slavers because I have no where to go. Maybe if I'm lucky, this time they'll figure out I'm a guy." He turned a cold shoulder to Peter, going to walk away, yet wary of the other strangers that watched him.
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