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Post by Polydeuces on Jul 30, 2015 21:03:00 GMT -5
Ah~ what a nice day out it was. It was nearer to the end, actually, and there was a pleasant gold and pink haze reflecting off of the buildings from the decreasing daylight. A pleasant smile was placed onto the lips of one white-haired young man as he gave a small wave to a red-haired woman as he delivered a rather beautiful bouquet his boss had put together, all glimmering lilies and orchids. An interesting combination, but apparently they were her favorites, and who was he to judge? :D
Walking away, he stretched his arms above his head before dropping them, hood up and fingers interlaced behind his back. It really was a nice day and he was kind of upset the distance had required him to drive, but ah well. He could drive with the windows down, yeah? Yeah!! So much wonderful fresh air and pretty skies and oh, right, he could go home anyway! Hooome. He could have dinner, too! Maybe... some sort of stew, for sure.
Taking a turn into an alley, he reached into his pocket to grab his keys, looking down to sort through the silver pieces. Oh--shoot, it was stuck in the actually keyring. Poly's brows furrowed, as he started to fiddle with them to free the car key from its prison. At least he could be at ease and focus on remedying this, as opposed to nervously glancing over his shoulder every few seconds like someone in the Slums might have to do, poor things. ):
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Post by zeke on Jul 30, 2015 21:41:04 GMT -5
tw: suicide mention
He didn't know what he was doing here.
This was dangerous, incredibly, unbelievably dangerous for the Scavenger and Zeke wasn't even sure why he'd taken this risk. A part of him thought maybe it'd be worth it, worth it to find back ways and dark corners and to try and find his way into the High Class areas and somehow he'd made it through. What was there up here for him, though, but to be inevitably caught, inevitably taken and potentially killed?
He... honestly couldn't be sure that wasn't what he wanted, on some level. Every time he'd been forced by necessity to return to Zwei for help, he was reminded just how hard things were, just how much that was his own fault, just how cruel life was. The tiniest part of him answered back that it could have been worse, that he could have had no one and he could be left struggling and starving and aching for even the slightest chance to get at a stick of magic. He was practically there as it was, help or no help - though again, said the part he tried to ignore, that was likely his fault for trying to avoid help.
Zeke stopped for a moment, peering around the corner of an alleyway. He had no plan. He had no goal. He had nothing but an ever growing desire to do something or other, to try and get something out of this be it something he could fence off to someone and set himself up mildly comfortably for a while, or just an end to all of this shit. He was so so so tired of it.
Footsteps at the end of the alleyway caught his ears and he flinched back around the corner, heart racing. Damnit. He needed to stop being so afraid and just do something. He hovered between apathy and fear, of not wanting to deal with this any more but not quite able to... do anything about it. A heavy deep breath, calming himself as well as he could. He could.... he could maybe take whatever that person at the end of the street had on them. Might be enough to get some actual Magix with, might be enough to get something to eat. He.. wasn't sure which he wanted more, actually. Even though he hurt for a fix he knew that he needed to eat something, that he wasn't just dizzy and shaking from withdrawal.
Coming here was a bad idea.
But... if he got caught, then maybe at least he wouldn't have to end things himself. It'd be easier. It'd be better. Everything would... just have to be better that way because he didn't think he could keep this up much longer.
With an unsteady breath he pushed out of the alleyway, keeping himself as quiet as he could. His hand gripped nervously around a knife, really his only defense against anything most of the time, and he really didn't want to have to actually use it. He'd gotten good at being sort of sneaky despite any unevenness in the last few years, and without making much noise he came up behind the man at the end of the alley and shoved him against a wall. Knife was brought up against the stranger's throat, and though he was going to wait for the man to plead for his life or something (hopefully offer something, that'd be so much easier than trying to speak even a single word) he felt himself getting dizzier. Wait- were there... two of the stranger?
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Post by Polydeuces on Jul 31, 2015 1:07:47 GMT -5
Footsteps, light and quiet and only at the far off edge of his hearing, but why would that cause him to even flinch? Poly was safe here, he always had been, without fail. And honestly? He didn't have a reason to even assume that would ever change.
But maybe he should have. Just as lithe fingers freed the car key from its circular prison, he found himself shoved, shove against a wall and ow ow that hurt, he was pretty sure that impact was strong enough to bruise his should and wait was that a knife being held against his throat? Everything happened so fast. A bewildered, stunned, deer-in-headlights kind of look overcame his features as he tried to process just what exactly was happening. When he finally processed just what he was looking at--his brow furrowed.
"Oh my gosh, are you alright?" he breathed, one palm against the wall behind him as the other hand reached up, not quite touching the potentially-deadly-knife but close enough that, considering his vaguely-remembered training, he could probably grab before anything terrible happened. But would he really need to do that? The blond before him looked like he was in a deplorable state, and he could already feel every instinct in his body screaming help him.
The white haired boy hesitated, before finally making an attempt to grab the wrist of the hand near his neck. It wasn't followed up by any sort of attack or countermeasures; he mostly just wanted a sort of stable hold on keeping this stranger from accidentally slipping and pushing the blade too far. Because, obviously, he wouldn't actually slit Poly's throat. He couldn't have actually been dangerous... right? Right.
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Post by zeke on Jul 31, 2015 1:54:25 GMT -5
#WorstMuggingEver
This was.... not the reaction that Zeke had expected.
Eyes went wide; he faltered and some of the pressure fell off of the man's throat. Wh- what? Was he... alright?! It was only a shocked and confused expression on his face - none of the tired or fearful aggression that had been there before. A touch of panic still, maybe, but he was just so... what? Why would he ask that he had a knife to his throat what was wrong with him. His hand was shaking, though, and thankfully for the other the pressure wouldn't have nearly been enough to cut.
His hand was reached for and he jerked it back, withdrawing from any touch, any contact. It was a flinch, pure instinct and with that motion he leaned back a little too far. Zeke stumbled a bit, though he didn't fall over - he almost dropped the knife but panic kicked in, instincts telling him to hold tight to it and he raised it up to point sort of at the stranger.
For a moment, Zeke wondered why the man was moving around so much - then he realized it was him that was moving. He swayed a bit where he stood, head swimming and vision blurring; he could barely hold the knife up between them but he didn't... want to back down. He'd done this much, he'd come this far and actually tried to attack someone and just - he wanted the man to do something. Anything. Just for someone to try to stop him. He just wanted this to end.
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Post by Polydeuces on Jul 31, 2015 2:10:02 GMT -5
The blond had flinched away when his wrist was threatened to be grabbed, knife jerked back and all. Poly blinked a few times in confusion, relaxing his stance and keeping his eyes trained on his... assailant? A small breath escaped him, and he put his palms out when the knife was held pointing at him... kind of. This was um, a really feeble attempt at trying to, uh, mug??? him??? he guessed???? Was this a mugging? Ohmygod.
His lips twisted into a brief flicker of a smile and he choked back a slight laugh, covering his mouth and clearing his throat. The fact remained that the blond seemed to be in really bad shape and Poly felt bad for him on top of that. He shook his head a bit, still trying to focus on the other young man. He was swaying and there was a hollow, starved sort of look to his light eyes.
"You don't really want to do this, do you?" he breathed quietly, lowering both hands to his sides again. "You just need help, don't you? I could help you...! Just put the knife away." Poly's voice was a mix between calm and insistent, with a little bit of firm insistence on the edges. He remembered the type of voice his friend would use while they were doing their compulsory service, the sweet soothing motherly voice that always calmed his nerves. There was absolutely no way he could replicate it, but he could try.
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Post by zeke on Jul 31, 2015 2:27:21 GMT -5
Zeke squinted - though it did little to improve the wobbly vision. Was he being.... laughed at?? He couldn't tell, it was hard to judge right now but he'd started this and he kind of had to keep going. The young man he'd tried to mug just raised his hands in.... what, trying to push him back? Something? What Zeke did catch, though, was the offer for help.
Voice quiet, calm, the young man lowered his hands and offered Zeke help. At this, his stance wavered a bit. Knife lowered slightly - he... he offered help? No, no it must have been a trick. He didn't want help he didn't want help. The last help he'd gotten had made things worse and he didn't want worse. He was done, he was done with this and why wouldn't the man defend himself?
Zeke didn't respond, couldn't - not with words and though he thought he may have looked angry or threatening really he just looked afraid and upset - no, he wasn't fucking alright, yes he fucking needed help but he didn't trust it, couldn't let himself believe for even a moment that he was really being offered help.
Just defend yourself and do something, he thought, taking a wobbly step forwards with the intent to shove him back again, push him into doing something. He couldn't - he couldn't handle taking things into his own hands.
The attempt to attack the man again threw him off balance. Zeke's legs buckled out from underneath him, balance failing and he instead missed and smashed into the wall, fuck, no - and slumped down against it. Fuzzy - everything was a haze and he slumped against the wall, passing out completely. Maybe.... maybe he just wouldn't wake up. That would be.... kind of nice.
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Post by Polydeuces on Jul 31, 2015 3:22:54 GMT -5
This was borderline heartbreaking. His offer for help made the other waver slightly, and Poly took a very tiny step forward. A hopeful smile touched his lips-- he really just wanted to help, he really truly did. The blond looked so upset and afraid he just. It hurt, a bit, hurt more than the blade that never found its mark. "It's alright, really," he murmured gently, but then the other lurched forward, lost his balance, and crashed against the wall.
Poly jumped, startled, and immediately crouched next to him. Oh no oh no oh no no no. The stranger had passed out no no no what did he do now? Uh. Uhhh. He hesitated, gingerly reaching out to place his hands against the blond's arms. Definitely out cold. What would Penny do? Give him to the authorities, of course. But, but then, what if they tried to lock him up? Poly hadn't gotten hurt so-- this stranger really really didn't deserve that!
Carefully reaching to pick up the keys he'd dropped before hoisting the dead weight against him, Poly struggled to. Uh. This was weird. He shuffled some things around, laying the blond across the backseat of the car. God he looks dead. The florist tensed at the thought, and figured the bits of flowers littering the floorboards prrrrobably didn't help. Oh mannn oh man. The sooner he got home, the better.
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Some time had definitely passed. When the blond finally came to, he would find himself resting against a ridiculously soft bed with equally as soft pillows, lights dim and a pleasant temperature throughout the room. To his left was an end table, a small vase of snowdrops situated maybe a little too close to the edge, but also a glass of iced water and a sizable bowl of stew that was still faintly steaming, full of vegetables and meat. If he so chose to look around more than that, he'd probably notice the pretty ritzy room was also decorated with white and blue flowers in varying degrees. The white-haired young man from before wasn't immediately visible, but the distant noise of a faucet running suddenly switched off, and there was an undeniable echo of light footfalls approaching the room.
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Post by zeke on Jul 31, 2015 3:37:54 GMT -5
There was nothing that Zeke woke up to that he expected. At first, it was the warm, somehow nostalgic smell of hot food that stirred him - his stomach growled, a sore tight feeling stirring in it, and he rolled over onto his side. His head still felt thick, still tired but not so much as before, and as always there was a aching absence of magic in in his system. He was... comfortable - or, at least where he lay was comfortable. He rolled onto his side, not quite taking everything in at first and his face pressed into soft bedding that smelled like clean laundry. Comforting.
But ultimately, unfamiliar.
As if he was unsure if this was some sort of dream, he sat up suddenly. His head spun again, vision blacking out at the edges from the sudden movement but after a second it settled and he took in the room around him. This was.... this was strange. This was weird and wrong and he didn't trust it, he couldn't. He hadn't been.... captured? Taken into custody of the incredibly unforgiving police or executed in the streets or something? Pale eyes shifted to the food on the table, the clean and fine furniture and setting of the room. Food, water - this felt like it should have been safe but the concept was so foreign to him that he couldn't relax himself.
What was going on. The young man from the alleyway? Whoever he was, he must have been at least responsible for getting Zeke to this location somehow but.... was this directly his doing or not? Impossible to tell. He didn't know, so he couldn't just assume. It could be anything, and most of the options were likely to end badly.
Slowly, not feeling like he should stay here to find out what the horrible punch line was going to be, he slid his legs off the edge of the bed. There was the sound of a water fixture in the distance, and then it stopped. Footsteps. Someone was coming for him.
Zeke got up off the bed, unsteadily crossing the room, approaching the door, realizing that it was a bad idea, and pausing just in time for the mystery person to enter the room.
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Post by Polydeuces on Jul 31, 2015 3:48:35 GMT -5
It had... certainly been quite an evening. Poly put away his own dishes, drying his hands after turning off the faucet. A tired expression crossed his face, but he shook his face, rubbing his eyes. Pen, if she were here, would be on his case, wouldn't she? What a worry wart. She had worried about him more than his actual parents, which was weird, but welcome, and he missed it more than he wanted to admit. An almost inaudible click caught his attention, making him aware that the time had reached a new hour, and he decided it was time to check on the poor blond he'd brought home.
Walking down the narrow hallway, he put on a gentle smile, though his brow was furrowed in response to his nerves. Was he going to wake up? What if he never woke up? What would he do? These thoughts were silenced, though, as he reached the door frame--just as the other young man had. Poly's breath caught in his throat, smile faltering again, but his eyes lit up.
"You're awake," he noted, quite rhetorically, before a soft curve found his lips again. A sigh of relief escaped him, and he clasped his hands together in front of him. "This is good, really good. Have you had anything to eat yet? You're so thin, and you didn't look well, so I thought, maybe some stew would help...? Um, I'm not really sure of your symptoms but I could probably get some medicine and--oh, I'm so sorry, are you alright?"
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Post by zeke on Jul 31, 2015 4:02:09 GMT -5
Blonde eyebrows shot up in surprise at the white haired young man - it was the one he'd tried unsuccessfully to mug. The surprise of nearly walking into him and the lack of any sort of trust or feeling of safety denied him any calmness from the interaction, though. Zeke backed up, wanting to put some space between them until he knew what the other was going to do. He.... really did seem to want to help, but wasn't that horribly suspicious? Zeke had threatened him with a weapon, and yet the idea of someone taking that and trying to help was.... odd.
Certainly he couldn't seem that pathetic? But even if he did, wouldn't it be easier to just let him alone? That was what most in this city would do.
The words settled on his ears and he hesitated to give a response. The young man seemed relieved and concerned, mentioned the food, and at that Zeke looked over to it. It really did look good and smell good and god he was really hungry now that he could smell it. His ears practically rung from his headache though, and no, he couldn't say he was alright; he couldn't say he even quite knew what 'alright' entailed. He wasn't dead and he wasn't actively suffering, so that was something. But.... he had a lot of things he could use, that he needed.
And he still couldn't shake the horrible feeling that this was a trick.
More confused than anything, he kind of gave a shrugging, 'i don't know' movement and shuffled where he stood. He didn't really... want to see if the food was somehow part of a nasty scheme to make him suffer more. Not yet. He needed to figure things out a bit more.
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