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Julian cut through time and space, appearing just off stage as James's act wrapped up, being met with thunderous applause, as always. "Brilliant as always," Julian greeted his boss with a bright smile, knowing full well that James knew he had only just shown up and was complimenting for the sake of politeness. Julian stretched his arms well above his head, giving a glance down to make sure he was dressed. He had thrown on his usual look, a white button up, with a blue vest and a pair of black slacks. He knew he looked good, at least, as good as he would ever look and with a grin and a quick run through his hair with a hand he hopped onto the stage, throwing a wave to the crowd. "Good day, good day my dear friends!" He beamed out to the crowd, his eyes bright and filled with excitement as he quickly glanced across the stage, checking for his props.
The two open door frames sat on opposite ends of the stage, each three feet from the end of the performing area. Beneath his feet a trap door and directly above him hung another open door frame, parallel to the ground. "Ladies, gentleman, children alike, I am Wilde, the bender of time and space!" Julian scanned the crowd, looking for someone who doubted his ability. A teenager, acne ridden with dull eyes, looked on in boredom, his overexcited dad watching with gleaming eyes. 'There's my lamb,' Julian immediately thought, already eager to grab the kid. "It would appear!" Julian barked, hopping off the stage and taking a few quick steps toward the audience, stopping before the boy, "That there is a nonbeliever!" Julian grabbed the boy's wrist and gave him a tug, turning and then dragging the boy to the stage. "If you hear a knock, open it on up, will ya?" Julian slapped the boy of the back, motioning to the trap door in the center of the stage. "I'll be in the next room." Julian jogged toward the right door frame, stepping through it, the sound of rushing air greeting the audience's ears as he stepped into the door frame, but did not exit the other side.
There was a sudden pounding from the trap door, a muffled voice yelling out from below "Ey kid, open up will ya! It's dark in 'ere!" The teenager unlatched the door, opening it up to be met with a hand that grabbed him by his collar and yanked him below. The boy proceeded to fall through the right door, Julian reentering the stage through the left door. "You alright kid?" He laughed, the boy white as a ghost, "Thanks a bunch. Get on back to the audience." Julian then motioned to the crowd, "Give the kid a hand will ya!" He slammed his hands together, walking into the open trap door and falling through, exiting the right door right behind the boy. "C'mon kid, we don't got all day!" The boy let out a yelp to Julian's sudden appearance and scurried off to his seat. A few laughs left the crowd, warming Julian. Joy from the suffering of teenagers was the purest form of happiness. Julian never liked to keep his act too long, so he stepped back through the door he just entered, falling from the door suspended above the stage, into the trap door before being spat out of the door across the stage from where he began.
"Thank you, kiddies!" Julian grinned ear to ear and gave the audience a short wave, disappearing off stage moments after.
The two open door frames sat on opposite ends of the stage, each three feet from the end of the performing area. Beneath his feet a trap door and directly above him hung another open door frame, parallel to the ground. "Ladies, gentleman, children alike, I am Wilde, the bender of time and space!" Julian scanned the crowd, looking for someone who doubted his ability. A teenager, acne ridden with dull eyes, looked on in boredom, his overexcited dad watching with gleaming eyes. 'There's my lamb,' Julian immediately thought, already eager to grab the kid. "It would appear!" Julian barked, hopping off the stage and taking a few quick steps toward the audience, stopping before the boy, "That there is a nonbeliever!" Julian grabbed the boy's wrist and gave him a tug, turning and then dragging the boy to the stage. "If you hear a knock, open it on up, will ya?" Julian slapped the boy of the back, motioning to the trap door in the center of the stage. "I'll be in the next room." Julian jogged toward the right door frame, stepping through it, the sound of rushing air greeting the audience's ears as he stepped into the door frame, but did not exit the other side.
There was a sudden pounding from the trap door, a muffled voice yelling out from below "Ey kid, open up will ya! It's dark in 'ere!" The teenager unlatched the door, opening it up to be met with a hand that grabbed him by his collar and yanked him below. The boy proceeded to fall through the right door, Julian reentering the stage through the left door. "You alright kid?" He laughed, the boy white as a ghost, "Thanks a bunch. Get on back to the audience." Julian then motioned to the crowd, "Give the kid a hand will ya!" He slammed his hands together, walking into the open trap door and falling through, exiting the right door right behind the boy. "C'mon kid, we don't got all day!" The boy let out a yelp to Julian's sudden appearance and scurried off to his seat. A few laughs left the crowd, warming Julian. Joy from the suffering of teenagers was the purest form of happiness. Julian never liked to keep his act too long, so he stepped back through the door he just entered, falling from the door suspended above the stage, into the trap door before being spat out of the door across the stage from where he began.
"Thank you, kiddies!" Julian grinned ear to ear and gave the audience a short wave, disappearing off stage moments after.
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Hours later, a very tipsy Kallian pulled herself into her car and started it up, giggling like a school-girl that just kissed a boy for the first time at the expense of having a very fun evening.
After she had left Mingle she had done exactly as she had told H she was going to do, and snuck into a bar with her fake ID. She had a few drinks, danced with a few guys and smoked a few cigarettes before she decided it was high-time she went home having ignored at least twenty of her brother's phone calls.
Now in her year-old black Charger, she tried to focus on the road in front of her that would eventually lead her to her empty house; both of her parents were gone on a business trip and Giddeon had his own place downtown somewhere. However, her intoxicated brain had other motives as it was proving to be extremely difficult to keep her eyes open.
Her green eyes suddenly jerked awake as she felt a massive amount off adrenaline shoot through her body, forcing her heart to pound harshly against her chest but it was too late; the squealing wheels of another car breaking and horn blaring in warning had woken her up too late and in her attempt to miss the oncoming car, she swerved, having the opposite car take out the back end of her car and with the built up momentum, continued to spin until the Charger was almost literally wrapped around a stop-light pole.
"Huh, sounds like someone fucked up awfully royally, don't it?" H asked the cashier, letting out a breath of air as he waited for the guy to finish ringing up his order. "C'mon man, it's $6.74, don't we do this like every night?" H grumbled, tapping his fingers on the plastic counter-top, exact change balled up in his right hand.
"Price six dollars, forty seven." the Chinese man said quickly, thrusting a hand out towards H without bothering to look up at him, instead choosing to look back at two hasty cooks who were drenched in sweat. The cashier barked some Chinese at the two, H opting to just drop the cash in the man's hand without asking any questions. Minutes passed by as H waited impatiently, more or less wanting to run out and see what all the noise was minutes ago.
"Cheers," H said with a nod, snagging the brown paper bag from the man, making his way out of the store quickly, each step bringing a sharp squeak from the shitty linoleum floor. H was already opening the bag as he made his way outside, reaching in and grabbing a handful of the rice which he greedily shoved into his face. Where he was going, he needed no silverware.
When his eyes caught sight of the source of the earlier commotion, he rose his eyebrows in surprise. "Yikes." he muttered, walking closer to the wreck, stuffing more rice into the gaping maw that was his mouth as he approached. When he saw the girl behind the wheel, he spit out the rice, causing the air before him to rain partially chewed rice. He set the bag down and cautiously stepped toward the car, "You're not the brightest in this neck of the woods, are ya?"
Off in the distance, sirens began blaring having been alerted to the car crash. The woman who had been driving the opposite car had stepped outside her vehicle to survey the damage on the hood of her car where it had collided with the Charger and began jabbering her frustrations out to herself in mexican, once in a while turning to flip off whoever was in the other car as she dialed for her insurance.
Kallian's eyes threatened to close once more now that the 'ride' was over with and let her head rest back against the headrest, her hands still clutching tightly onto the wheel. She felt a small trickle of sweat run down her forehead and released one of her hands to wipe it away, however when she pulled her hand back she noticed, through her barely opened eyes, the color red. She tried to focus, but her head kept nodding off and her vision getting only more and more blurry.
When had she hit her head? What had hit her head? She didn't know and right now she didn't care. Maybe she'd just crawl into the backseat of the car and take a quick nap and deal with all of this when she woke up in the morning. She thought that she could hear someone talking to her, but her eyes refused to open again to see if she was imagining it or not. What annoyed her the most right now, though, was the sound of the police cars getting closer followed by the wailing of an ambulance.
"Willsummon peaseturnoff teh alem? Ihavea headache..."
"Oi, girlie" H said, appearing by her broken driver's side window, "you with us" he snapped by the side of her head, trying to draw her attention. She looked well enough, minus the already drying blood. It was from a head-wound and by the looks of it nothing too serious, just a typical gash from wrapping oneself around a pole.
"You did something real stupid tonight, kid." H spoke sternly, taking a step back and giving the door a pull, realizing it wasn't going to open with any ease. He planted his foot on the door and latched onto the handle, giving it a rip, causing it to awkwardly jerk open an a lopsided angle, the hinge mangled and twisting. "Just stay quiet and don't do anything stupider, alright." H softly spoke, putting a hand on her shoulder and he undid her seat-belt.
"Now stay still and wait for the paramedics to check you out, alright? You have anyone I can call?" H gave her shoulder a soft squeeze, wanting to make sure that he could make sure that she was at least someone cognizant.
Kallian mumbled a bit, feeling her shoulder growing slightly warm. All that did was make her want to fall asleep even more, but the sirens continued to grow louder and louder until finally, two police cars and an ambulance came onto the scene. The first police officer went to the distressed Hispanic lady to get her story while the second police officer and his partner went to go survey Kallian and her car. The paramedics were quickly issued over when they realised Kallian was still in the vehicle
The partner of the second police officer quickly pulled H aside to take his statement, but he quickly came to the understanding that the boy was just a bystander and didn't know much, having arrived after the crash.
"I found her wallet!" The policeman called over to his partner. The partner nodded a thank you to H and headed back to the car where the two took a quick look at her ID.
"Kallian Zelinsky...21...why does that name sound so familiar?"
"You don't think she's related to Vincent Zelinsky do you? Did he even have kids?"
"Of course he had kids! He's got a brat-boy that turned down the business and went to go play baseball instead. Owns a club downtown now. Bah, spoiled rich punk..."
"Hold on, let me look her name up and see what we got...says here that Kallian Zelinsky is a seventeen year old girl, would ya take another look at that ID for me Stephens?"
"...Yeah, it's a fake. A really good one though, coulda fooled me if I hadn't looked twice..."
The two police officers watched as Kallian was pulled from the car and put onto a stretcher where the paramedics had room to check her vitals.
"Sorry fellas, you're going to have to wait until she checks out at the hospital. We've got a slight concussion that needs immediate attention." One of the paramedics told the officers, catching onto their conversation. The two cops looked less than pleased, but agreed that Kallian needed medical treatment more than iron cuffs around her wrist.
"Can we get a breathalyzer first? Mrs. Alvarez says that she was all over the road before the collision." The third police officer who had been talking with the Hispanic woman finally joined the others, and the paramedic gave a nod.
"Make it quick."
The police officer approached Kallian with a Breathalyzer in hand. It took a bit of effort on his part to get her to understand what she needed to do, but they eventually got a number on her, causing the cop to let out a whistle.
"0.13...Let's just hope that daddy's got a good lawyer..."
Hours later, a very tipsy Kallian pulled herself into her car and started it up, giggling like a school-girl that just kissed a boy for the first time at the expense of having a very fun evening.
After she had left Mingle she had done exactly as she had told H she was going to do, and snuck into a bar with her fake ID. She had a few drinks, danced with a few guys and smoked a few cigarettes before she decided it was high-time she went home having ignored at least twenty of her brother's phone calls.
Now in her year-old black Charger, she tried to focus on the road in front of her that would eventually lead her to her empty house; both of her parents were gone on a business trip and Giddeon had his own place downtown somewhere. However, her intoxicated brain had other motives as it was proving to be extremely difficult to keep her eyes open.
Her green eyes suddenly jerked awake as she felt a massive amount off adrenaline shoot through her body, forcing her heart to pound harshly against her chest but it was too late; the squealing wheels of another car breaking and horn blaring in warning had woken her up too late and in her attempt to miss the oncoming car, she swerved, having the opposite car take out the back end of her car and with the built up momentum, continued to spin until the Charger was almost literally wrapped around a stop-light pole.
"Huh, sounds like someone fucked up awfully royally, don't it?" H asked the cashier, letting out a breath of air as he waited for the guy to finish ringing up his order. "C'mon man, it's $6.74, don't we do this like every night?" H grumbled, tapping his fingers on the plastic counter-top, exact change balled up in his right hand.
"Price six dollars, forty seven." the Chinese man said quickly, thrusting a hand out towards H without bothering to look up at him, instead choosing to look back at two hasty cooks who were drenched in sweat. The cashier barked some Chinese at the two, H opting to just drop the cash in the man's hand without asking any questions. Minutes passed by as H waited impatiently, more or less wanting to run out and see what all the noise was minutes ago.
"Cheers," H said with a nod, snagging the brown paper bag from the man, making his way out of the store quickly, each step bringing a sharp squeak from the shitty linoleum floor. H was already opening the bag as he made his way outside, reaching in and grabbing a handful of the rice which he greedily shoved into his face. Where he was going, he needed no silverware.
When his eyes caught sight of the source of the earlier commotion, he rose his eyebrows in surprise. "Yikes." he muttered, walking closer to the wreck, stuffing more rice into the gaping maw that was his mouth as he approached. When he saw the girl behind the wheel, he spit out the rice, causing the air before him to rain partially chewed rice. He set the bag down and cautiously stepped toward the car, "You're not the brightest in this neck of the woods, are ya?"
Off in the distance, sirens began blaring having been alerted to the car crash. The woman who had been driving the opposite car had stepped outside her vehicle to survey the damage on the hood of her car where it had collided with the Charger and began jabbering her frustrations out to herself in mexican, once in a while turning to flip off whoever was in the other car as she dialed for her insurance.
Kallian's eyes threatened to close once more now that the 'ride' was over with and let her head rest back against the headrest, her hands still clutching tightly onto the wheel. She felt a small trickle of sweat run down her forehead and released one of her hands to wipe it away, however when she pulled her hand back she noticed, through her barely opened eyes, the color red. She tried to focus, but her head kept nodding off and her vision getting only more and more blurry.
When had she hit her head? What had hit her head? She didn't know and right now she didn't care. Maybe she'd just crawl into the backseat of the car and take a quick nap and deal with all of this when she woke up in the morning. She thought that she could hear someone talking to her, but her eyes refused to open again to see if she was imagining it or not. What annoyed her the most right now, though, was the sound of the police cars getting closer followed by the wailing of an ambulance.
"Willsummon peaseturnoff teh alem? Ihavea headache..."
"Oi, girlie" H said, appearing by her broken driver's side window, "you with us" he snapped by the side of her head, trying to draw her attention. She looked well enough, minus the already drying blood. It was from a head-wound and by the looks of it nothing too serious, just a typical gash from wrapping oneself around a pole.
"You did something real stupid tonight, kid." H spoke sternly, taking a step back and giving the door a pull, realizing it wasn't going to open with any ease. He planted his foot on the door and latched onto the handle, giving it a rip, causing it to awkwardly jerk open an a lopsided angle, the hinge mangled and twisting. "Just stay quiet and don't do anything stupider, alright." H softly spoke, putting a hand on her shoulder and he undid her seat-belt.
"Now stay still and wait for the paramedics to check you out, alright? You have anyone I can call?" H gave her shoulder a soft squeeze, wanting to make sure that he could make sure that she was at least someone cognizant.
Kallian mumbled a bit, feeling her shoulder growing slightly warm. All that did was make her want to fall asleep even more, but the sirens continued to grow louder and louder until finally, two police cars and an ambulance came onto the scene. The first police officer went to the distressed Hispanic lady to get her story while the second police officer and his partner went to go survey Kallian and her car. The paramedics were quickly issued over when they realised Kallian was still in the vehicle
The partner of the second police officer quickly pulled H aside to take his statement, but he quickly came to the understanding that the boy was just a bystander and didn't know much, having arrived after the crash.
"I found her wallet!" The policeman called over to his partner. The partner nodded a thank you to H and headed back to the car where the two took a quick look at her ID.
"Kallian Zelinsky...21...why does that name sound so familiar?"
"You don't think she's related to Vincent Zelinsky do you? Did he even have kids?"
"Of course he had kids! He's got a brat-boy that turned down the business and went to go play baseball instead. Owns a club downtown now. Bah, spoiled rich punk..."
"Hold on, let me look her name up and see what we got...says here that Kallian Zelinsky is a seventeen year old girl, would ya take another look at that ID for me Stephens?"
"...Yeah, it's a fake. A really good one though, coulda fooled me if I hadn't looked twice..."
The two police officers watched as Kallian was pulled from the car and put onto a stretcher where the paramedics had room to check her vitals.
"Sorry fellas, you're going to have to wait until she checks out at the hospital. We've got a slight concussion that needs immediate attention." One of the paramedics told the officers, catching onto their conversation. The two cops looked less than pleased, but agreed that Kallian needed medical treatment more than iron cuffs around her wrist.
"Can we get a breathalyzer first? Mrs. Alvarez says that she was all over the road before the collision." The third police officer who had been talking with the Hispanic woman finally joined the others, and the paramedic gave a nod.
"Make it quick."
The police officer approached Kallian with a Breathalyzer in hand. It took a bit of effort on his part to get her to understand what she needed to do, but they eventually got a number on her, causing the cop to let out a whistle.
"0.13...Let's just hope that daddy's got a good lawyer..."
Post without me. In a bit of a rut and been swamped lately, so I'm having some difficulties getting around to posting. My apologies.
Darkness.
He was falling. He was spinning. He was nothing. Leon looked down, breathing heavily, a scream trapped in his throat, his eye wide and pupils dilated. The feeling of falling had vanished, replaced with a chilling numbness. The blood was gone from his skin, his clothing untarnished and immaculate as always. Leon knew that this couldn't be the world he had just left. It was something he had visited before, or better said, some place. When he was younger and more inclined to be hacked apart by his coworkers over him being a mutant, he had visited this place before. It was shortly after his throat had been slit and his skin had lost its colour and warmth. Words were lost in as he spoke them, an impenetrable void blocking the passage of sound. Leon had always seen this place as his form of purgatory. Death did not come easy to him, but during the periods where his body was essentially damaged beyond all repair, he was thrust into this catatonic state as his body did its damnedest to put him back together. It hadn't been the first time he died this way, though it was the first time he was in the company of other people.
Every time he was thrust back into this void, he was reminded of this process. His mutations way or reinforcing that it wasn't particularly good for him to be dying all the time. And it wasn't limited to the trapping of him in this void. Before he could be awoke, he had to experience each prior death. Every moment down to his eyes rolling into the back of his skull. There was the time he was butchered, a time he was all to familiar with, still having the occasional flashbacks of it in his dreams. Then there were the deaths where he bled out, much like today. Six times he slit his wrist and five times he was unsuccessful in what it was he was attempting. This was the first time it was meant to help anyone other than himself. Soon enough the darkness began to fade, being engulfed by a new light, the piercing light that was directly over his bed to be exact. Leon had to admit, thinking of what he had done today, he could get used to helping people other than himself.
The first noise he was greeted with wasn't one of delight to see that his eye had cracked open. It was one of his wall being slammed and Tollnak shooting a quick series of extremely pointed statements towards the person he could only assume was Alan. "Down boy..." Leon said slowly, raising his right hand as far as it wound go, which at the moment wasn't particularly high, snapping his fingers at Tollnak. He wasn't in the mood to hear any fighting. His head was killing him and something was making it a bit harder to breath. His eye blinked heavily, trying to focus some as he lifted his head for a fleeting moment, catching Aeria asleep on his chest, hearing her softly breathe into his chest. His shirt was soaked around her head, he guessed from tears. "Don't worry, I'm still here." He whispered, forcing his arm up, losing all strength to hold it up by the time that he put it around her. "Stay there as long as you want," he smiled weakly, his eye twitching, struggling to stay open as consciousness quickly began to abandon him again. Leon could rest easy for now. If he were to take solace in anything, it would be that.
Darkness.
He was falling. He was spinning. He was nothing. Leon looked down, breathing heavily, a scream trapped in his throat, his eye wide and pupils dilated. The feeling of falling had vanished, replaced with a chilling numbness. The blood was gone from his skin, his clothing untarnished and immaculate as always. Leon knew that this couldn't be the world he had just left. It was something he had visited before, or better said, some place. When he was younger and more inclined to be hacked apart by his coworkers over him being a mutant, he had visited this place before. It was shortly after his throat had been slit and his skin had lost its colour and warmth. Words were lost in as he spoke them, an impenetrable void blocking the passage of sound. Leon had always seen this place as his form of purgatory. Death did not come easy to him, but during the periods where his body was essentially damaged beyond all repair, he was thrust into this catatonic state as his body did its damnedest to put him back together. It hadn't been the first time he died this way, though it was the first time he was in the company of other people.
Every time he was thrust back into this void, he was reminded of this process. His mutations way or reinforcing that it wasn't particularly good for him to be dying all the time. And it wasn't limited to the trapping of him in this void. Before he could be awoke, he had to experience each prior death. Every moment down to his eyes rolling into the back of his skull. There was the time he was butchered, a time he was all to familiar with, still having the occasional flashbacks of it in his dreams. Then there were the deaths where he bled out, much like today. Six times he slit his wrist and five times he was unsuccessful in what it was he was attempting. This was the first time it was meant to help anyone other than himself. Soon enough the darkness began to fade, being engulfed by a new light, the piercing light that was directly over his bed to be exact. Leon had to admit, thinking of what he had done today, he could get used to helping people other than himself.
The first noise he was greeted with wasn't one of delight to see that his eye had cracked open. It was one of his wall being slammed and Tollnak shooting a quick series of extremely pointed statements towards the person he could only assume was Alan. "Down boy..." Leon said slowly, raising his right hand as far as it wound go, which at the moment wasn't particularly high, snapping his fingers at Tollnak. He wasn't in the mood to hear any fighting. His head was killing him and something was making it a bit harder to breath. His eye blinked heavily, trying to focus some as he lifted his head for a fleeting moment, catching Aeria asleep on his chest, hearing her softly breathe into his chest. His shirt was soaked around her head, he guessed from tears. "Don't worry, I'm still here." He whispered, forcing his arm up, losing all strength to hold it up by the time that he put it around her. "Stay there as long as you want," he smiled weakly, his eye twitching, struggling to stay open as consciousness quickly began to abandon him again. Leon could rest easy for now. If he were to take solace in anything, it would be that.
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"Oh, and you're the one to go to?" H rose an eyebrow, watching the girl carefully. He wasn't quite sure what her game was, but he had a guess. She seemed like the type of girl to not give half a shit about who she brought down as long as she had some fun along the way. H reached out and touched the side of her cheek slightly, before giving it a gentle slap, catching Kallian off-guard slightly but surprisingly, she only smiled in response, though a bit smugly.
"You're giving yourself way too much credit, you know that right?" H brought back his hand, wiping it off on his jeans, assuming that there was some makeup on his palm.
"Am I?" Kallian challenged, keeping her knowing smirk on her lips. "I think you're too scared to find out for sure." Only then did she take a step back from him and stomped out the cigerette that was slowly smoldering away between the two of them.
H put a hand on the back of his neck, stifling a laugh as he went on, "I want to pick you up as much as I want to be picked up by a cop."
"Boy, then you really must like them black-and-blues." She snickered, of course referring to the local police uniforms around here.
H paused for a moment, the urge to strangle himself for doing something as stupid as flirt with a probable underage girl rising. "And my technique ain't that bad. At least I didn't flop around a dance floor and try to woo you with cheesy nachos, yeah?"
Kallian took a step forward, making up the distance she created when stepping back to stomp out the cigerette, and jabbed her finger on his chest.
"Hey, at least he had some common decency to take care of a lady and get me something to eat." She pointed out. "Granted, I don't go for the two-left-feet losers with cheese on their fingers...but still..."
"Ah, so you go for tattooed guys and expect them to buy shit for you?" He leaned forward slightly, closing the distance even further, a smug grin crawling across his face.
Kallian could feel his hot breath on her face when he spoke, combined with the slight odor of cigerette smoke, but she didn't flinch. Her light green eyes glanced down to his lips for a brief moment before looking back up to his eyes and outwardly smirked, biting her lower lip and jabbed his chest again with her finger.
"If that's what you want to think." She practically growled out in a whisper, and then without a moments notice, she stepped to the side and started walking to the parking lot towards her car, digging through her purse to find her keys. "I'll see you later Alphabet, I'm headed to a real bar." She called to him without even so much as looking over her shoulder at him.
H had a feeling he hit the wrong, or perhaps right, button with that last comment, judging by her acidic reaction. She seemed to do a one-eighty when she stepped around him and took off, mentioning that she was going to go to a real bar. He chuckled, shaking his head as she tried to seem cold to him. "Don't gotta try to impress me, kid. Though try wearing a short skirt next time we meet, yeah? Maybe then I'll even invite you to dinner."
H shrugged, stepping into the street, walking across it slowly. He didn't have a car. He barely could afford his smoothie addiction with how much money he was putting away for his half-baked dream of a restaurant. The taste of the cancer stick was still pungent in his mouth and with every step he hated himself a bit more for reminding himself about how much he missed smokes. Not that it was limited to the little smokable coffin nails. He missed the trashy parties, the shitty drinks, the drugs, the women, but in the end that's why he was here. That life was going to be the death of him. His eyes lingered back to the girl who he couldn't recall catching the name of. If ever there was a ghost of his past, it was currently walking its perky ass away from him.
"Oh, and you're the one to go to?" H rose an eyebrow, watching the girl carefully. He wasn't quite sure what her game was, but he had a guess. She seemed like the type of girl to not give half a shit about who she brought down as long as she had some fun along the way. H reached out and touched the side of her cheek slightly, before giving it a gentle slap, catching Kallian off-guard slightly but surprisingly, she only smiled in response, though a bit smugly.
"You're giving yourself way too much credit, you know that right?" H brought back his hand, wiping it off on his jeans, assuming that there was some makeup on his palm.
"Am I?" Kallian challenged, keeping her knowing smirk on her lips. "I think you're too scared to find out for sure." Only then did she take a step back from him and stomped out the cigerette that was slowly smoldering away between the two of them.
H put a hand on the back of his neck, stifling a laugh as he went on, "I want to pick you up as much as I want to be picked up by a cop."
"Boy, then you really must like them black-and-blues." She snickered, of course referring to the local police uniforms around here.
H paused for a moment, the urge to strangle himself for doing something as stupid as flirt with a probable underage girl rising. "And my technique ain't that bad. At least I didn't flop around a dance floor and try to woo you with cheesy nachos, yeah?"
Kallian took a step forward, making up the distance she created when stepping back to stomp out the cigerette, and jabbed her finger on his chest.
"Hey, at least he had some common decency to take care of a lady and get me something to eat." She pointed out. "Granted, I don't go for the two-left-feet losers with cheese on their fingers...but still..."
"Ah, so you go for tattooed guys and expect them to buy shit for you?" He leaned forward slightly, closing the distance even further, a smug grin crawling across his face.
Kallian could feel his hot breath on her face when he spoke, combined with the slight odor of cigerette smoke, but she didn't flinch. Her light green eyes glanced down to his lips for a brief moment before looking back up to his eyes and outwardly smirked, biting her lower lip and jabbed his chest again with her finger.
"If that's what you want to think." She practically growled out in a whisper, and then without a moments notice, she stepped to the side and started walking to the parking lot towards her car, digging through her purse to find her keys. "I'll see you later Alphabet, I'm headed to a real bar." She called to him without even so much as looking over her shoulder at him.
H had a feeling he hit the wrong, or perhaps right, button with that last comment, judging by her acidic reaction. She seemed to do a one-eighty when she stepped around him and took off, mentioning that she was going to go to a real bar. He chuckled, shaking his head as she tried to seem cold to him. "Don't gotta try to impress me, kid. Though try wearing a short skirt next time we meet, yeah? Maybe then I'll even invite you to dinner."
H shrugged, stepping into the street, walking across it slowly. He didn't have a car. He barely could afford his smoothie addiction with how much money he was putting away for his half-baked dream of a restaurant. The taste of the cancer stick was still pungent in his mouth and with every step he hated himself a bit more for reminding himself about how much he missed smokes. Not that it was limited to the little smokable coffin nails. He missed the trashy parties, the shitty drinks, the drugs, the women, but in the end that's why he was here. That life was going to be the death of him. His eyes lingered back to the girl who he couldn't recall catching the name of. If ever there was a ghost of his past, it was currently walking its perky ass away from him.
Thunk, thunk, thunk. "Eon- ish tohlnik" the voice registered through Leon's ears with a groggy, dull sound. He was barely conscious, the bloodloss and trauma leaving his body in a rather shit state when a cacophony of sounds was roaring just behind him in his doorway. The words were still coming from just beyond his door, getting louder and louder with the constant slamming against his door like a bass drum. Leon tried to lift himself, dropping flat out after rising a few inches, a sharp pain shooting through his head and the metallic eyepatch smacked the tiled floor, digging deeper into his skin. That's right, Leon remembered, leaning on one arm as he started to rise once again, feeling the right side of his face with his other hand, Yeah, that's right.
"What is it..." Leon grumbled, finally getting his footing with the assistance of the wall, his head resting against the cold grey painted wall, too heavy for his neck it felt like. "I'm coming," He said, not sure if he actually said the words or just thought them, as he stepped closer to the door which seemed miles away. He reached out desperately, slapping the release for the door with his hand, slamming the button an indenting the printed word release into the back of his hand. He hadn't realised how close the button actually was. He hadn't realised how fucked his depth perception was either. When those doors opened though, his lost sight didn't matter. The scene before him was clearer than day. If he had both eyes, they'd be wide open in shock, in terror. "Bring her in, for fuck's sake!" Leon barked, grabbing Tollnak by the collar and giving him a harsh yank in as he slammed the release again, the door hissing shut behind him. "Put her on the bed." Leon said sharply, turning slowly to take the scene in as he attempted to will his legs to walk.
Each step took an eternity. An eternity that Aeria did not have to lose. Leon dropped onto his bed heavily, the taste of copper still lingering in his mouth, beckoning him to lose focus. Leon's mutation combed through her, figuring out how extensive her injuries were, most of them being easily treatable. The only catch being that she was dangerously low on blood to the point that she needed an immediate transfusion. Leon's mutation jumped to Toll, reminding him of Tollnak's blood type which wouldn't be suitable for transplant. Leon was fittingly an O-, his mutation probably having a not so subtle hand in that. "One moment," Leon said, lifting himself up from the bed, walking towards his bathroom. There was a mirror, staring back at him, reflecting his new image back to him, mocking him. He wouldn't miss it. Leon took a sharp step, winding his right arm before throwing it into the mirror, cracking it and causing shards to drop down into the sink below, his fingers bent horribly, broken and twisted. Those were easy fixes, his bones quickly setting and repairing themselves in the short time it took him to reach down into the sink and grab a shard of the mirror.
Leon returned to the bed, sitting down, his face a blank slate and placed the shard to his wrist, splitting it open vertically. Remember kids, always go down the river, never across Leon thought grimly, wincing as the flesh tore open and blood began to spill from his wrist like a cracked faucet. He laid his wrist down onto Aeria's largest gash, his mutation guiding the blood into hers as wounds began to shut themselves slowly across her body. His skin was now a sickly white, a cold sweat breaking out across his skin, his hair matted with blood, damp from perspiration, his eye bloodshot. His breaths were shallow and careful, heavier breaths causing him to spill some of the precious nectar of life all of them had lost a good deal of today. "Toll," Leon said softly, his eye unfocused and glossed over, "Watch over her and make sure she's okay. If you waste a single second checking on me, I'll take back your sight. Even if I have to rip your eyes from their sockets." Leon looked down at his wrist, the coursing of blood slowing greatly as the wound began to heal itself much against his will. He could feel his consciousness slipping, the amount of blood he gave up well beyond what his body could afford to lose. The only reason he had still been conscious was his mutation he had guessed.
In his last moment of consciousness he saw his two closest friends, both battered and bruised. He saw his own body, bloodied and ravaged, falling from the bed. The little light he could still see was doused as he felt the cold linoleum floor meet his head in an unwelcome embrace. Leon wasn't particularly upset by this though. In his eye, he had deserved some rest for a long, long time.
"What is it..." Leon grumbled, finally getting his footing with the assistance of the wall, his head resting against the cold grey painted wall, too heavy for his neck it felt like. "I'm coming," He said, not sure if he actually said the words or just thought them, as he stepped closer to the door which seemed miles away. He reached out desperately, slapping the release for the door with his hand, slamming the button an indenting the printed word release into the back of his hand. He hadn't realised how close the button actually was. He hadn't realised how fucked his depth perception was either. When those doors opened though, his lost sight didn't matter. The scene before him was clearer than day. If he had both eyes, they'd be wide open in shock, in terror. "Bring her in, for fuck's sake!" Leon barked, grabbing Tollnak by the collar and giving him a harsh yank in as he slammed the release again, the door hissing shut behind him. "Put her on the bed." Leon said sharply, turning slowly to take the scene in as he attempted to will his legs to walk.
Each step took an eternity. An eternity that Aeria did not have to lose. Leon dropped onto his bed heavily, the taste of copper still lingering in his mouth, beckoning him to lose focus. Leon's mutation combed through her, figuring out how extensive her injuries were, most of them being easily treatable. The only catch being that she was dangerously low on blood to the point that she needed an immediate transfusion. Leon's mutation jumped to Toll, reminding him of Tollnak's blood type which wouldn't be suitable for transplant. Leon was fittingly an O-, his mutation probably having a not so subtle hand in that. "One moment," Leon said, lifting himself up from the bed, walking towards his bathroom. There was a mirror, staring back at him, reflecting his new image back to him, mocking him. He wouldn't miss it. Leon took a sharp step, winding his right arm before throwing it into the mirror, cracking it and causing shards to drop down into the sink below, his fingers bent horribly, broken and twisted. Those were easy fixes, his bones quickly setting and repairing themselves in the short time it took him to reach down into the sink and grab a shard of the mirror.
Leon returned to the bed, sitting down, his face a blank slate and placed the shard to his wrist, splitting it open vertically. Remember kids, always go down the river, never across Leon thought grimly, wincing as the flesh tore open and blood began to spill from his wrist like a cracked faucet. He laid his wrist down onto Aeria's largest gash, his mutation guiding the blood into hers as wounds began to shut themselves slowly across her body. His skin was now a sickly white, a cold sweat breaking out across his skin, his hair matted with blood, damp from perspiration, his eye bloodshot. His breaths were shallow and careful, heavier breaths causing him to spill some of the precious nectar of life all of them had lost a good deal of today. "Toll," Leon said softly, his eye unfocused and glossed over, "Watch over her and make sure she's okay. If you waste a single second checking on me, I'll take back your sight. Even if I have to rip your eyes from their sockets." Leon looked down at his wrist, the coursing of blood slowing greatly as the wound began to heal itself much against his will. He could feel his consciousness slipping, the amount of blood he gave up well beyond what his body could afford to lose. The only reason he had still been conscious was his mutation he had guessed.
In his last moment of consciousness he saw his two closest friends, both battered and bruised. He saw his own body, bloodied and ravaged, falling from the bed. The little light he could still see was doused as he felt the cold linoleum floor meet his head in an unwelcome embrace. Leon wasn't particularly upset by this though. In his eye, he had deserved some rest for a long, long time.
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