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 Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 10:35 am
Pinned against the wall, Rhian found her throat closing up so that nothing more than a pitiful whimper escaped. This wasn't good, not good, so so so so very, very not good, she wanted to go home, home, home and never leave again, never ever ever ever ever he said to be quiet so she'd be quiet, but then he wanted an answer what was she supposed to dooooooooooo?
Although Rhian had absolutely no idea what hyperventilation was, she was edging dangerously close to just that as she stared at the greasy man with wide, wide frightened blue eyes and antennae that were glowing in a blinking, firefly-like pattern from under the hat she still wore.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 10:40 am
... how irksome.
"I asked yi a quesh'n, girl. If y' wanna guu home yi'll be tellin' me right about nai where yi wan' me ter take yi." He gave her slightly more room, frowning.
"Unless Norty should letchi guu to be a rat ter the cats. Calm i' dain."
What are y'panicking for now, mother Iris. Soon enough she'll be crying for mommie. Oh wait, she'd done that earlier already.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 10:45 am
"F....Farstep........." It was small, it was choked, but iot was a response, would he back off now? Would she be okay now? Somehow she didn't think so, and this sent her panic levels rising even higher. Panicked tears leaked down her cheeks, combined with the sound of odd half-whimpers, half gasps-for-air as the flutterby struggled to breathe past her own terror, which was her enemy now as much as the people out on the streets. Butg she couldn't calm down, she couldn't, it was scary here and icky and scary and this was bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad ba- she slumped against the wall, close to passing out from her own panic.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 10:51 am
Just as the flutterby's nerves gave out, Rezz suddenly let her go, leaving her to crumple to the cold, moist floor.
"... th'pikey hole?" one side of his mouth he drew upward in a faintly disgusted sneer. "Yi be wantin' ti go THERE?"
He took a step back from her, both to ponder this new bit of info and to give the girl some time to compose herself. Good gods, this wasn't some sort of slasher setting, sheesh. Quit the dramatics already, how old ARE you.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 10:58 am
Rhianfell to the floor in an awkward heap, pinching her ankle under her as she landed, with a muffled "Ow," barely making it out between her frantic gasps for air. She scrambled a bit into the corner, shaking and trembling and feeling so very very very not good, not good at all - she tried to jam her hat back down on her head but it did now good in stilling the panicked, strobe-light flickering of her antennae. "'s home, home, wanna go homewannagohomewannagohomewnnagohomewannagohome....." Somehow the words squeaked out past her panicked breathing as the flutterby curled into a little ball in the corner, trembling and wanting nothing more than to be back at the house and never leave again never ever ever ever and thinking she wasn't going to get home, not ever.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 11:03 am
Poking out his lower lip in a dejected pout, Rezz stared at her dully. "I ge' it alright..." sheesh.
Rolling his eyes at her whimpering, looking behind him to check if the door was still closed, giving a shrug... Nope, she was still whining.
With a long, elastic stirde he covered the distance he'd created earlier, and squatted down in front of her. An instant later, he'd soundly slapped her one across the face roughly. "Gettae grip, girl, Now. And donchae flicker dose things at mi." he growled, still majorly unamused. Can'tcha tell I'm trying to get you home now? I get it, I get it, you're no good out here.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 11:08 am
Shocked into once again, utter silence, Rhian raised a shaking hand to her face which hurt, it hurt it hurt why did it hurt why had he hit her what did she do what should she do she just didn't know and it was so scary, so very very scary, and she just wanted to go home and she couldn't control her antennae anyway and what was she supposed to do now? blinking back yet more tears, she simply stared at he man in front of her, antennae still flicking wildly, brighter, dimmer, brighter, dimmer.
What now? What new scary thing was going to happen? Was this ever going to stop oh please please please please let it stop sometime soon please!
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 11:14 am
Okay, she was quiet now. It was a start as good as any.
"... I donnae know from under what rock yi popped out from but damn if it wasn't dem deedees holin' up young lassies. Yi wouldnae survive anywhere in th'downtown." he muttered lamely after a long time of silence, in which he just gazed at her antennae flickering. The irony of her having popped OUR of a rock escaped him, naturally.
"This ent no good, Norty'll be gettin' yi back where y'belong." he nodded then, having made up his finnicky mind. Picking up her hat with one hand, he grabbed her antennae with the other, then gruffly twisted them up and tucked them under the hat again. There, they better stay there.
"Sheesh, they be thinkin' I raped yi anyway nai. Come on then." he stood up and offered her a grimy hand.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 11:22 am
Rhian bit her lip to try and keep from screaming at the rought treatment of her delicate antennae, it hurtithurtithurtithurtithuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurt so much - the glow completely died away from them and tears of pain poured down Rhian's cheeks as her breathing changed to the horrid, gulping-sob sort of breathing as pain from her damaged antennae threw her off - not to mention that she couldn't feel the sliughtest traces of emotions from anyone now, which was a mixed blessing but it hurt, it hurt so badly,
She scrambled to her feet, ignoring the hand offered to her, fearing that it would do her more harm, though she nearly fell over when her pinched ankle had the bloodflow restored to it properly, sending pins and needles soaring up her leg owwie owwie but it hd nothing on the dreadful pain coming from her wrenched antennae and could she just go home now, please?
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 11:28 am
"... remind me, I wasnae holding a sledgehammer just now was I." Mother of all, he was quite right when he suspected this girl would't last five hours down here. Five minutes was a stretch already. Ah well, admirable effort at keeping at least a shred of dignity there.
Letting her sob and cry all she wanted -nobody'd go after shot game anyway, this would work in their advantage- Rezznort took her back outside, then took off on a hellish pace once they'd cleared out of the residence. He'd taken hold of her wrist once again, not eager to let this walking disaster err.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 11:33 am
Rhian let herself be tugged along complacently enough - an odd sort of numbness was stealing over her, wiping the panic and, some of the pain away from her. It felt like this was no longer real, somehow, just a nightmare she was caught up in, and that soon she'd wake up in her own bed at home, clutching her pink fluffy teddy and wondering what in the world she'd eaten before going to bed that night. Yes, that had to happen soon, right....?
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 11:39 am
... yup, ready for the psych-ward alright. Not one minute.
The meagre man slowed down some as they neared Farstep, and his expression grew more sour with each corner they closed in on the terrain.
"If I hadnae left Annie back home I'd..." he derailed into unintelligible murmurs after that. It sounded rather angry though, no mater what language he was garbling in. Halting before the outer edge for just a moment to... mentally prepare himself to head into enemy territory, he sighed gruffly. Soon after he was yanking Rhian along again, making it a point to glower and growl at any didikai around. Yi peeps donnae go touchin' me now, pests. I just can't stand this poor sod wigglin' out on the street all by herself, bite me.
Whatever they'd think of him he couldn't care less about, with the teary and now rather disheveled girl in his harsh grip he was lugging around like a naughty toddler being returned to its parents after messing up poor mister Deadworn's back yard. The fact they could easily take him down should he attempt anything wasn't really present in his mind at the time at all.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 11:48 am
Her wrist was really starting to hurt. Why? Wait, things weren't supposed to hurt in dreams, were they? She thought they weren't anyway. Then why were her wrist and face hurting? Her antennae, oh, Isis her antennae, he might as well have ripped them clean off, they hurt so much. She tripped as she tried to keep up with the crazy man's fast pace, wrenching her wrist in his grip as she went down, bringing yet more tears to her eyes and why wasn't anyone helping yet?!? Where was Mama, where was Faolan? Ziazan? Lee? Lauss? Rory? Keagan? Where was everybody?!?
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 11:51 am
Oh, they'd be right there..
"What damn part of this place d'yi live at." he growled at her, having taken a central position on the terrain. Visitors were already dodging around them, wary of him. If didikai weren't trusted, the Vargash populace had a pretty bad experience with the city-native gangs of misfits scattered around the downtown, too.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 11:55 am
"H-house....." Rhian breathed, trying to speak words that actually made sense, rather than whimpers of sheer agony. "Th-tha'.........tha' way....." she mumbled, eyelids staarting to droop as her mind sought an escape from all the things that had happened and were still happening to her. She managed a vague wave with her free hand in the direction of the few cottages that were set up, not caring at this point where he dropped her, she was just going to. take a little..........nap..............................just for a little while.........................................................................
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