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Anxious Bunny

But it's the littlest Harrod that would be up and at 'em. Albeit he wasn't too little, being the youngest of a dying breed at 20-something or other. But good morning starshine, the world says hello.

And what a starshine he was, this boy with such a lust for life. Oh he could barely be contained, grumbling and slowly rising from the wooden floors of the parlor. Locked in, all to himself aside from his father's beloved moths. It seemed there was more love in the household for those creatures than there was for him, such is the Harrod way. Such bred this apparent insatiable enthusiasm.

With much hesitation, he'd trudge over to those double doors and dig into the pockets of black slacks for a key. And once this was found, doors were unlocked and pushed through. Only to be locked again. Key went back to pocket and body went down the hall. White sleaze shoes tapping on dark wood. Tan fingers scraping on rich coloured walls.

Shy Faun

Skinny, lanky, short, weak.
Or just a tater-tot, to put it… Simply?

Standing at around five foot four inches, this kid found his way into a nice thick fog. He zipped his jacket as it seemed to be getting quite cold. Squish… Squish… SPLASH. What would be up to the knees on a normal sized person, was more up to the thighs of this kid. Fantastic. He regained his composure and took off, lifting his short legs up and over the crap as much as he could, splashing down hard and kicking off the ground when he hit it again. If there was one thing he was good at, it was running…

As he ran, through the fog and water, Kami squinted and saw a mansion. It looked so… Familiar… Maybe He would he here. The tater did always seem to find his way back to Him. And one was surely more happy than the other during these meetings. Stepping up to the doors, they seemed to have had been made for giants. Well that was everything compared to this shrimp, really. He reached up and pushed open the doors…

At the entrance, before taking a step through, Kami slipped off his boots and took off his jacket. His pants were still wet and dirty, but at least this was a little better. He held his jacket in his hands and left the boots outside as he stepped though the entrance and into the house. “Hey!” He didn’t have the… Nicest voice ever. Kind of raspy and high-pitched. It would echo through the house, though. He put on a light smile, grasping his jacket tighter in his hands.

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Tater tot. More like shrimp tempura. Fried and cute and small. Especially fried. Crispy. Why? We just don't know, but we roll with it. Fatty snacks. Whereas Abel was more like celery. Cold and rigid and unloving.

Right as the door opened, right as that voice rang out, he knew who it was. That kid. That kid who thought Gabriel liked him more, right? That little instigator, that little button pusher. Little tick, little parasite that just got under the skin. But Abel would just have to let it go. It didn't matter. Just...just play nice. Just...try for once. Just ******** try.

And as he made his way further into the lobby, his first guess was confirmed. Yes, that was him alright, Kami. The homeless and the...shoeless, which got Abel talking. "I guess you...had a run in with the swamp, huh?" And he'd play along with past jokes, too! "Dad...really knows how to pick prime real estate, eh? What with lush, lovely surroundings...beautiful grounds..." Eyes rolled.

Play nice, kiddo.

Shy Faun

Into the lobby rolled someone Kami wasn’t too familiar with, but knew just well enough to know this wasn’t who he wanted to see first here. Or… Was he…? The small smile he had was quickly washed from his face. “Ah, Able, was it?” He let the dirt drip now carelessly to the floor. He sure did always know how to, uhm… Make a statement, so to put it. A new smile formed, more of a smirk. “Nice to see you, as always… I‘m guessing you remember me.”

The boy knelt down and touched the red carpets with his one free hand. His eyes shifted away from Abel, and around the rest of the house examining each detail and color. That’s when Abel brought up the property bit. “Oh, yes. Pops always did have a way with these things…” Kami chucked in his head, trying to hide his smirk from creeping out any wider. He shook his head, and brought himself back up off his knees, and facing Abel once more. “I’m gonna be living with you guys again it seems.”

How exciting! Remember, there was always one more happy than the other at these meetings…

Anxious Bunny

Well, it wasn't a usual thing for Abel to be so angered he lashed out physically, so he remembered everyone he's punched. And caused to bleed. Not to mention that grudge. Of course Abel remembered. The nerve of Kami to pretend he didn't remember Abel. How could he not. Were they not--oh this was painful oh this was painful--brothers? Gabriel was apparently Kami's dad. So really, it'd make sense, right? "Yeah." And try not to scoff. Exercise control over that temper. "Mmhmm."

Oh, Abel could just feel the smug from this kid. Was he really that ungrateful? Was he really taking it so lightly that Abel was being personable to say the least? This was hard, so why would he try his luck? Why? Because daddy dearest certainly wouldn't rush down to clear things up, and he wouldn't choose which one he liked more. Because he didn't. Daddy didn't feel a damn thing unless it was for that...that harlot. But that was a completely different story, wasn't it?

It was.
So sorry.

"Tell the man he should make wiser investments and he only chuckles. Stubborn old ********]," he grumbled. But it was Gabriel that acted as their connection, though. What else do they talk about? However, all thoughts would come to a screeching halt as Kami mentioned he'd be... "O-oh. Is that so?" Closing his eyes, the angel sighed, "Well...I guess I'll sign you in." A process Kami should be familiar with, right?

Shy Faun

Kami looked to the floor. There was still that bit of dirt there that he allowed to drop from his jacket. This wasn’t Abel’s house, this was His house. The boys eyes shifted to the side and then back to the dirt. He slid his socked foot over it, rubbing back and forth to get it off. It was lucky that marble is a nice and easy thing to get things off of. He sighed and looked back to Abel. “Wiser investments? Who cares? As long as he’s happy with what he has.” Who was anyone to say? He was probably trying to keep people out. There’s not many that would just carelessly run through a random knee-deep swamp in a strange area surrounded with fog. What kind of disease or even gators can live in something like that. And the insides were always amazingly beautiful.

A light chuckle. “I still have to get signed in? You guys don‘t just have a room for me?” A brief… Very, very brief moment of reality hit. This wasn’t Kami’s family. This wasn’t Kami’s real brother or father or home. There weren’t other potatoes here… Back to his dream world. “Heh, yeah yeah… Right by you. Or right by pops…” Not only getting signed in, but the usual ‘you’re going to have to work’ was probably coming as well. Though the place seemed terribly dead. He wasn’t even too sure if this was still a bar or a hotel type place anymore, with not a single other person around.

“Let’s hope we can get along better. Seems we might be… Alone for a while.” Though it didn’t seem it was Able anyone had to worry about. Kami boy here needed to chill on being so hostile…

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Creepy yellow peepers stayed on Kami, observing his way of cleaning up after himself. Abel stopped caring about what Gabriel's house seemed to look like, the condition of it. Location was the only thing that bothered him, otherwise it wasn't his job to clean so shits? He gave none. But gaze soon averted and eyes soon closed.

'As long as he's happy with what he has'. Kami didn't know the old man as well as he thought he had, huh? Not like it mattered. This wasn't a game of Trivial Pursuit: Gabriel Edition. "Yeah. I guess so." Not his money directly affected. Let the idiot spend it as he wanted.

"Not quite," was all Abel could really offer, shaking his head as he shuffled over to the desk. And being that he wasn't into making much effort, he merely reached over and scribbled a name, drew a key, and then scribbled the designated number.

'8'

Back to Kami he walked, extending his scarred arm to hand it over. "Yeah..."
A way with words ran in the family.

Anxious Bunny

What happened past that was a blur. There was the exchange, the transaction, and now he found himself back at Point A; wooden floors of that secluded room. Eyes rolled and opened and rolled again, trying to get his bearings back, taking the ceiling into focus. Staring up, and it staring back at him with that ever familiar eye painted so sloppily.

It never ends and it never goes away.

Even on flesh.
The mark has been made.

Those marked hands slid to mid-thigh and back moved with it. Reise, reise. Head was lifted from the ground, curls dangling down and nearly sweeping the wood. Reise, reise. This was more effort than it was worth, wasn't it? Well, his sighing made it seem that way. This long, drawn out breath being pushed out of his lungs. Reise, reise. That struggle due to aeons of secondhand smoke. Chimney of a father. Reise, reise.

Sitting up was a far as he would seem to get for now, however.
And all was quiet on this front.

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Arya walked through the marsh. She was weak, and seemed like she could barely hold on much longer. That's when she saw the mansion.

She stopped, looking at it in awe, like it was an oasis in a seemingly never-ending desert. She huffed for a moment and continued walking towards it, staggering over her own feet.

There was something off about her; the way she dressed, her hair, the way she walked, it just didn't seem modern.

She had a plain brown corset on, with a dirt-stained, long-sleeved creme shirt undernearth. It had frills on the ends of the sleeves, expressing a feminine side she hardly would show. Her pants were leather, like her corset. They had no pockets, just a small frog on the thigh to hold a hilt and small dagger. Her boots were only seen when they were picked up from the waters as she walked, though now she was mainly dragging her feet. They too, were leather, however. Expensive leather, too.

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Arya crawled up the steps, dragging her legs off of the marsh lands. Her arms wobbled, trying to hold up her body weight.

I made it, she thought.

She lifted her arm to the door, and with what little energy she had, knocked on it once, and then collapsed.

Her face was almost completely covered by her dark auburn hair. It was dirty. She was dirty. The clothing wrapped around her body was tight-fitting, like it had been custom made just for her. She was small, but not a child. Her face was thin, with high cheek-bones standing far out of either side of her face. Her lips were pink, but chapped, and her face seemed flawless, except for the scar on her right cheek.

Shy Faun

He took the key that was handed. Room eight. At least he wasn’t in room ********. Or rather, room eleven. The very last of the possible rooms allowed to have been had. He placed the key in his jeans pocket. “Thank you…” It was said plainly, though he did actually mean it. Kami knew as well as Abel did that, had he have really not had been welcomed here, Able had much more than enough force to see that this kid never came back. And that’s far from what he wanted. Toughing out all the beatings, all lessons learned, Kami felt right at home here.

Abel had walked away, not another thing needed to be said. Seemed they wouldn’t be spending much alone time together. You don’t see your brother for a while and one would think that’s the first thing you’d want to do! The boy sighed as he slid across the marble in his socks. It was strange he was doing something so… Childish? Into the bar area now, he wanted to take his place at the counter. Something that wasn’t new to him, not at all. Though the counters always did seem to grow taller than him. His body seemed to go just over the flat surface.

Another sigh. Grabbing a glass from the cupboard, twisting it around and holding it up into the light to make sure there was not a spot on it. The act was almost majestic looking to someone that doesn’t normally work around a bar or restaurant. And in that instant, the main door had opened once more. Kami’s head popped up, and he looked over in the direction. There wasn’t a word. Guh, looks like he was going to be the door man. He placed the glass back, walked around the counter and back to the door. What he saw he wasn’t prepared for. A pause as he stared. Clearly a woman, and very dirty. But he himself wasn’t spotless. But it was still a woman… “Abel…” He started, his voice was low, almost a whisper. “A-ABEL!” Kami shouted and took a step back from the female. That odd misogyny that he had…

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Arrya was still, the only motion coming from her short breaths. She heard everything that was going on around het, but couldn't seem to get up or even twitch or smile. She felt the wind, heard someone calling for a man inside the building.
Maybe they see me, she thought, inhaling.
She felt trapped in her own body, like some sort of vegetable.

Anxious Bunny

[ Wehhhhh sorry this is so disjointed right now dlkjasdljkasdlkj ]


Heavy lids lifted just enough to see, although there was always sight. Even with eyes closed, Abel did see, for his bore that mark, see. The Eye of God was a tricky thing, as much as he controlled his physical peepers, he often had to remind himself that was merely for show. The physical were going to die out soon, and glasses would too be for looks. It's about keeping up appearances.

And as he heard his name being shouted, he decided to finally get up. Feet to the ground and a body in motion. The ritual of unlocking and locking behind him was completed and his saunter was made down the hall. Not particularly rushed, be he did respond to his...brother.

Let this be an era of a kinder, gentler Abel.
Or at least try.

"Wh-what is it?" he hesitantly chose to call back to the other boy. Was this a prank? Was he going to step through a doorway and have swamp water dumped on him via precariously placed bucket? Was this what brothers did? "I...I swear if this is..." But it didn't seem like much a prank, as it seemed Kami's cause for alarm was a...woman? Girl? She looked fairly porcelain for the lack of a better word.

Clearing his throat, Abel would then address the newcomer. "Hello there and...welcome to whatever the ******** my father's branded this place to be. Welcome to...my home, I guess. Um. How may I help you?" And he just hoped for an answer, as it appeared to him that something just might be off here. Was she...okay?

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[Sorry, didn't know how to introduce myself into the story, lol]

A gasp was all she could muster. She was so tired. Every part of her seemed as though it was weighed down by a thousand pounds, even her eyelids.

A finger twitched. For a brief moment it seemed as though she was pointing to something. It twitched again, this time to a small water bladder. It was empty, and, judging from her chapped lips, had been empty for a while.

Arya opened her mouth, and managed to say one word: "Help."

It was a hoarse and whispered word, though it sounded forced. Her eyes fluttered, and her mouth closed.

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