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 Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 10:40 pm
 A thick mildewy stench hung in the damp air, which was disturbed by a faint crackle of static as he passed through it. Elliot wrinkled his nose in disapproval, feeling his hair beginning to raise with the electricity. Since he had arrived, it had become his first order of business to find a room to sleep in; only this hadn't proven to be as easy as he thought it would be. Many of the rooms in the 'nicer' hallways (ones that felt less like the bottom of sewer than the current) were already taken, and honestly? He didn't feel comfortable enough with the surroundings to readily move in to a room where he'd be subjected to a lot of socializing. Whether that was a logical conclusion or not wasn't the point; it was still the reason he was looking for living quarters in such a crappy area. If he was lucky, he wouldn't get slaughtered by some psychopath while he was there.
He had examined one room already, and found it empty. Of everything. There was also an upsetting puddle in the corner that he decided was best left unchecked, and so he went on to the next without further investigation. To the Jolteon's dismay, there was a faint scraping noise coming from the room next door, and so he made a point of walking further before trying to open another room. Elliot was in the process of determining whether or not he wanted to abandon this row of rooms all together when he heard footsteps, and immediately whirled to face the sound. There was someone coming towards him, but from what he could tell, they didn't look like a psychopath. He squinted. Not like that was easy to tell.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 11:09 pm
Son of a b***h, he thought viciously, ramming gloved hands deep into his pockets, closing the fingers of his right hand around his phone's flat surface. How would he be expected to keep living once it ran out of power? It didn't matter that he didn't have a signal, or that he hadn't been able to find a WiFi connection no matter how high or low he had looked in this damn place. His phone was his life. Once it died, his existence would be meaningless.
He simply wasn't ready to let that happen. There had to be a way to save it.
As he walked Zack caught sight of another figure, dressed in yellow, further down the hall. In an instant all his frustration crashed to the front of his consciousness like a wave, and he was near sprinting towards the other patient, not even thinking about whether or not this might be a bad idea. "THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!" he yelled at no one in particular, swinging his fist in a low arc towards his target's gut.
Maybe hurting people was unlikely to solve his problems, but it always helped him feel better for the moment.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 5:36 pm
Now, Elliot was a pretty easygoing guy most of the time. Leave him alone and he'll leave you alone, don't be annoying and he won't feel the need to strangle the life out of you. This is why, at first, he only stood there with a dumbfounded expression plastered across his face as he focused in on Zack's trek over to him. Looked like the kid was younger than him, and the way he was stomping in a hunched-over position made him appear to be...not very happy. That was the conclusion the Jolteon made, at least until the other boy looked up and saw him.
Scratch that. The dude was really pissed off.
Between the sudden scream and the fact that Zack had taken off running, Elliot was on red alert. "What the hell?" Was all he could mutter, taking a defensive step back. This would happen. First person he meets would be out of their mind. There wasn't a lot of time before the freak actually made it over, but in that period Elliot was able to charge up enough electricity to start crackling with energy; his hair seemed to transform into startled points.
His one mistake was not actually moving out of the way. He had miscalculated that Zack's smaller size would mean he wasn't as strong as himself - and it was far from the truth. Even though he quickly put his hands up to catch the Croagunk kid's fist with a loud CRACK of electricity, he still got the impact of a really angry punch to the gut. Elliot responded with a dignified yelp, a stumble backwards, and a crouch to the floor. The breath seemed knocked out of him, so the only sound he was able to make was a furious, "FFFFF-"
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 11:53 pm
One thing Zack had going for him when he attacked people at random was that they always seemed to underestimate him. Not only did he look pretty young, but he was short, and not particularly muscular - but that didn't mean he wasn't strong. And it was no different in this case either. He felt his fist slam into his target's hands with a satisfying thud and -
Pain? It shot like fire up his arm and into his shoulder and he recoiled, cradling his arm, as the Jolteon stumbled back. "What the hell was that?" he demanded, glaring. Reproachful, despite the fact that he was the one who had attacked an innocent passerby in the first place. Zack looked like he was about to attack again as retribution for the pain he had been caused when he stopped abruptly, fist pulled back, realization blooming clearly on his face.
This guy was a Jolteon. That pain in his arm had been an electric shock. The realization in his eyes twisted rapidly into something more devious.
There was hope.
Slowly, Zack lowered his raised fist. "Did you shock me?" He had to make sure, before he proceeded. If he was imagining things, he would rather not waste his time (and, subsequently, battery life).
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 11:58 am
It may have been a positive thing that Elliot was struggling to get his breath back, because the rage in his eyes was clear and he was contemplating mauling the other guy as soon as he was capable. It gave him a sense of pride to see Zack recoil with the shock he had been given, but he deserved more. He had a lot of choice words to use in addition to this urge to kill... but thankfully, his face told the story well enough without the ability to speak. Coughing once and standing wobbly to his feet, the blonde felt his charge returning with the same dull crackle as before, a spark dancing off of one of his fingers and vanishing in the open space between them.
"...What do you think I did? You just ASSAULTED me, didn't you?" He hissed, furious but suddenly disconcerted by the change in stance he had just witnessed. What, Sir Punch-a-Lot was having second thoughts now? Didn't make sense that he would, nothing stopped him the first time. "Of course I shocked you. And if you think you're going to pull any other stunts like that, get ready to experience it again." It was a legitimate warning, as he was nearly at the point of frying the runt where he stood, but he kept himself in check. Although anything to do with this kid was going to bad, he had to admit, he was warily curious of what was going on in his head. It looked like Zack had a plan in mind, which bothered him, because it was replacing the violence at an alarming rate.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 10:47 pm
So he wasn't imagining things. This guy was a legitimate source of electricity.
Zack brightened, moving out of his aggressive stance so completely that he was slouching back a little bit. "Huh?" he said, vaguely. "I didn't assault you. I punched you." He looked at Elliot like he was an idiot, even though he was the one who had just made no sense. Apparently he didn't realize that punching someone for no reason was assault - that, or he just didn't care. Either way, he didn't dwell on the issue - there were more important matters at hand to deal with.
"That must come in useful," Zack observed. He raised one eyebrow and grinned at Elliot in a way that could only be described as slimy. "You look like you're lost. Or looking for something. Maybe a room. Am I right?" Because not a whole lot of people wandered around in this area of the Asylum. And if he was right...
Zack had prowled these hallways long enough, and slept in enough of the various empty rooms, that he knew them pretty well. And if he was right in his assumption, maybe he could help this guy find a room. And if he did this guy a favour, maybe he could get his phone charged in return.
That was a whole lot of maybes, but it was worth a shot.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 2:39 pm
This felt like a detective game. Elliot found himself trying to decipher Zack’s bipolar behavior, wondering how anyone could go from indiscriminate rage to a relaxed slouch and small-talk at the drop of a dime. …Or maybe it wasn’t the drop of a dime. It was the electric shock. The blonde found himself glowering at the other boy with no hint of amusement, refusing to take the bait and keeping his electric charge up to full power. “No…you ran up to me out of nowhere, and tried to destroy my internal organs.” He enunciated slowly, as if to a child. “That falls under assault. Just so that we’re clear on this.” Really, just because the stupid frog was willing to forget that it happened, Elliot wasn’t. He still had one arm wrapped around his midsection as imminent bruising took place.
If he didn't have reason to suspect the kid wanted something from him before, he certainly did now. It was incredibly fishy that someone throwing punches at strangers was suddenly interested in what his punching bag was doing previously. Elliot was not fooled. “Why does it matter what I was doing, anyway?” He countered, no lack of acid in his tone. “It shouldn’t matter what I was looking for, because you don’t have a reason to care.” He pointed out, then stopped short and let his ears twitch upwards a little. “So get to the point, don’t think I’m going to just hold your hand now that you’re feeling a little less batshit than before. Why are you asking?”
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