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 Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 3:26 pm
Reiha was actually taking a few steps to grab the hanky when it was snatched. There was a difference between laughing at him in an embaressing postion and him loosing something precious to him. Reiha was mean, but never honestly cruel. She'd return the hanky just as she knew Adian would try to grab it as well, they weren't bad people just Reiha was mean, Korbin WAS cruel and Adian was tired.
They didn't want to deal with a bratty kid.
Reiha stoped though when she saw the man step out from the crowd to snatch the hanky and start to aproch them. The girl went quiet and steped back to quietly watch this new devolpment.
"who would have known that walk home would be more interesting than the book store?" Reiha whispered to Korbin before the pair giggled to each other. They weren't tired, they found this whole mess to be utterly interesting.
Adian did turn to seek out the hanky only to watch a man strode up to him. Even in his state he saw the fight in the man's eyes, he was ready, wanting, to start a fight with Adain and honestly the man understood but that didn't mean he was gong to get into a fist fight over an annoyence he was more than ready to get rid of.
"It's about ******** time." Adian just said, and shoved the kid into Paul's hands. "Your kid is freaking anoying! He wont say a full sentence to save his life, he acts like he's my freaking boss AND he keeps on going about some fountian." Adian let out an anoyed sigh, "Keep on a leash or something, because I was utterly ready to just dump him at a police station. I am NOT in the mood to deal with this s**t."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 3:54 pm
Marcello had emitted an audible 'umph' noise as he was handed over to Paul. His jacket had seemed to flitter with the rushed breeze - and his hair had seemed to fall out of its neat position. It had become disheveled and rushed; it had become sloppy - and unnecessarily so. To further the crisis: he had been quickly set on the ground - though his shirt collar had been roughly gripped to hold him firmly in place.
Needless to say, he was unhappy with the situation and had began looking for an immediate escape from it. He did not like being handled in such a brutal way. It stripped him of his power - of his pride - of his rights! Where was the dignity in behind held by the shirt-collar? Squirming uncomfortably, Marcello had looked about for Reiha and Korbin, as if either of the two could some how help him. Then again, it had not occurred to him that neither of them had tried to help him before. Still he searched; still he sought that escape from the handling.
Paul's eyes had rolled down to the little boy. They were distinctly enraged - and it seemed to be a general feeling of disdain. Without thinking, his grip on the boy had tightened as he had listened to Adian yelling before shouting back - his own rashness swarming about his mind. "And I'm sure you were handling the situation to a full and proper extent - who carries a kid like cargo?" He had scoffed - although he had seemed to grasp the situation better. The fight had not died - the fire had not been extinguished. If anything, it had been fed - and whatever Paul would do as a result was for anyone to guess. Exactly where the rage was direct was scarcely know. At Adian? At Marcello? At the entire realm of the world?
Inhaling a deep breath, Paul had returned his gaze to Marcello. "You are in hell of deep, pip-squeak." He had hissed. Clearly his breathing had done nothing to settle him down. almost instantaneously, he had tossed the boy's collar, lightly shoving him in the manner of a distraught and seething sibling. "Move a muscle and I'll chain you to a seat when we get back. I didn't sign up to worry about you consistently!" Paul's finger had pointed. The seriousness in his eyes had been almost absurd - almost crazy.
Marcello had not imagined such seriousness ever before. Suddenly the situation had taken on a new light. Whether or not that was good was for anyone to guess - but Marcello had settled his opinion on the negative standing.
"Freaking annoying as hell - I'll give you that one." Paul had stated. Surprisingly, his voice had become calmer - as if the rage had been directed explicitly towards Marcello at that point in time. "He doesn't listen - just stares at you and expects you to get it - walks right off into the middle of no where without saying a damn thing." His head was shaken. A feverish breath had been sent through the teeth as Paul ran his hand through his hair. Quickly, he had ruffled it and let out a loud and annoyed grumble. "But let me get this straight - what the hell were you doing to him?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 4:13 pm
Adian yawned deeply, normally he might care a little but right now he really didn't. As long as Paul didn't hit the kid in front of him Adian wasn't going to stand up for the anoying little brat. At least Reiha spoke in full sentences. And the fact that he was quickly getting roped into a conversation was not helping him, so he figured he better just continue to yawn.
"I was taking him to a police station." Adian told him, as if it it was obvious. "the little runt wouldn't move on his own so I forced it. I'm not exactly in the mood to be nice. I've been working over time all this week, and it's late and I just want to go to bed." he complained. "So yeah, I know that's not how you hold a kid but I'm not in the mood to do things right." Adian explained quickly, not apologizing in the least.
Reiha did nothing to help her fellow Passenger, she felt no urge too, not when watching the grown ups push him back and forth was so funny. At least till Paul started to yell, then Reiha fle ther good humor melt away and just uncomfortable fear fill her. She forced it down though, refusing to be afraid of the man. He wasn't much bigger than Adian, and she had Korbin on her side, she'd be fine.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 4:54 pm
Paul's mind had been a jolt of searing disdain. He could feel the steam coming from his ears. He could feel his teeth grinding together and his hands clenching. Point blank. The way the situation would work. Back to the site. Drop the kid off. Go for a walk. That's what they suggested. Perhaps he'd grab something decent to eat. Certainly there was something decent within the town - and sweet.
Now and again, Paul's eyes would shift from Adian to Marcello. Finally he had set a hand to his forehead and had rubbed his eyes. He supposed the situation was more than understandable. The police station was where people took lost kids. Where else would they settle them? He supposed he was a lucky man to run into the lot of them. The last thing he would have wanted was to deal with police officers and their endless questioning over why Marcello had been wandering the streets in the dead of night. Alone. But the fact of the matter was that Marcello was a child. His by a shrewed default of fate and responsible integrity, but his no less - and he had not done his job.
Maybe he needed to invest in a GPS device. A tracking collar.
"Understandable." Paul had snorted. His fingers had continued to massage his eyes until he had paused to look over his shoulder. "Well thank you for the action. While unorthodox, at least it wasn't murder." No explanation had been given for the statement. Paul had simply grabbed Marcello's arm and had taken one step forward. "Sorry for the waste of time."
Marcello's mouth had fallen agape. A brief glimmer of terror had been stricken in his eyes the moment his arm had been seized and they had began moving. As if shamed by the feeling of fear, he had bit down on his lower lip and had turned his eyes towards another surrounding. Reiha and Korbin. For a time, he had seemed to stare, but soon he had felt his feet shuffling and could hear his own foot steps as the traveling began once more. Clearly Paul wanted no time wasted.
Shame. He'd never gotten to see his fountain - and as he trudged along he could find no one to place blame onto. In fact, the only thing he could find was a sudden feeling of bewilderment and amusement over what had happened. It was something ... New. It wasn't cleaning the bus. It wasn't watching the adults. He had done something. For no general reason, Marcello had smiled at the bird, the girl, and the man who had treated him as nothing more than luggage; then he had looked away, following Paul away into the crowd.
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