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 Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 11:15 pm
8D As mentioned in the thread's subject, this is a private roleplay between Melo and Asherah ~ if you're interested in joining, please slip one of us a PM...
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Frustration...
He bit down on his tongue and tasted copper, golden eyes narrowed in concentration. Claws that were so sharp (they could immediately be considered as threatening to one who didn't know Gideon well) ran across the wooden surface gently.
He sat...
Air that passed over his exposed skin briskly was freezing, as was he. He had forgotten his coat, and the only thing warming him was blood from a newly-opened wound trickling down his arm thoughtlessly - though of course, that was quickly cooling all in itself. But it was oozing out like a waterfall, and the freshly dripped, glistening liquid was warm before the air had time to hit it. (It was a confusing, unappealing process that he'd rather not think about).
Unlike Indu, however - when someone wanted something, Gideon would hand it over - even if what he was handing over was to a mugger who had struck him with sharp weaponry beforehand.
He frowned. Why had he handed over his money to someone who had knifed him in the shoulder? It didn't make any sense. Not to mention once they had gotten said money they ran off so quickly there was no way he could even inquire as to what the money was for (though he assumed it had something to do with drugs of some sort, considering the man mugging him had been a little out of it).
A gulp as he leaned back on the bench - several of those who passed by had requested to help - but he waved them off thoughtfully and said he had someone coming to take him to the hospital soon - which was untrue... but he'd really rather not get any strangers involved in his problems.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 11:54 pm
Morcanth was taking advantage of the chilly autumn air, sporting his favorite fuzzy-warm leather pants, boots, and vest, with one of those small backpacks filled with only the most essential things. Things like his wallet, a snack and bottle of water, first aid-kit with fishing line and matches, several gift certificate cards that he kept telling himself to use...
Yeah, it was a wonderful day.
Fiery maple leaves danced around his feet as he walked along the path between the well-tended trees. Goosebumps traveled up his arms as the breeze tickled his arms but he didn't care.
What he did care about was the figure sitting on one of the benches that everyone seemed to be avoiding. Or, if they stopped, he turned them away. He could not take his eyes off the wolf's arm as blood seeped down from the shoulder. As he passed, the orange tabby blinked but kept walking, a little afraid to stop. The wolf was a bit intimidating, but the blood bothered him more.
Upon reaching an old tree, he slipped behind it, leaning against the trunk and staring off into space for a moment. Slowly, he spun around and peeked around the side of the trunk. The wolf seemed... upset... in physical pain yes, but something else was bothering him.
Morcanth sighed and started back toward the bench. "You know, if you close your eyes, you might not be leaving the park under your own power," he smiled faintly as he approached.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 12:11 am
At the other's voice, he rose a slender brow - turning his attention doubtfully onto the orange tabby. Hesitantly, Gideon spoke... "I beg your pardon?" the wolf inquired with - what was likely - unexpected gentleness. Confusion was evident upon his features. He canted his head to the side with sudden interest, and yet at the same time tried much as he was capable to not make the other feel uncomfortable even though he was bleeding and uncertain.
Typically, canines with injuries were particularly jumpy, snappy, protective of themselves when a stranger approached - but Gideon doubted this feline would do anything he would disapprove of, and therefore kept the protective quality to a tremendous minimum. His lips pursed somewhat in indecisiveness, and he kept his head tilted - his confusion still evident.
"My apologies..." he murmured tenderly, "Are you looking to sit here?" Quietly, he attempted to convince himself that was the case. He really didn't need more people offering help... it was getting frustrating to say no.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 12:35 am
"Oh...well, um..." He didn't seem quite as intimidating up close. Or perhaps this guy was going out of his way to be nice? The cat's tail swished back and forth indecisively. No need to decide yet how he felt about him, besides worried.
Offered a seat, Morcanth impulsively agreed, remembering that this wolf had been turning people away left and right. He felt strangely lucky. "Yes, thank you." With a faint smile, as he sat down he took up as little room as possible, so as not to impose upon the space the wolf had already taken.
"It's um... it's been a long walk, you know?" he added, pulling off his bag. He opened it wide enough that if Gideon were curious he would have no trouble seeing inside and began to rifle through it, finally pulling out a sandwich spread on a hoagie roll. It was filled with meat and cheese - lots of protein. He glanced up at Gideon quickly and picked up half. "Want some?" he smiled. "Er, since you were nice enough to share this seat, I thought I should ask..."
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 3:23 pm
With the offered food came a curious look on Gideon's behalf - all in all, he just stared at it, golden orbs hesitant as they were forced by the wolf to look Morcanth in the eye. He displayed a tender smile before replying, "I'm fine, thank you..." murmured to the point where it would have been inaudible to any human - but because Mor had feline characteristics, he was certain the hybrid would be capable of hearing what had been so quietly vocalized. "What I mean is..." he paused, trying to worm his thoughts into order. In refusing a complete stranger's kindness - did he seem rude? It was an inquiry that had entered his mind every moment he sat on that bench - and it was ten times worse when someone offered help, which resulted in an injured Gideon frolicking in pleasant lies as though they were daisies so that said offerers could get on with their daily lives.
A gentle sigh before he went on, "I'm not even certain what it is I mean anymore..." Ah, and there they were - the only honest words that had passed his lips the entire day. And to think they were being spoken to an individual who knew nothing about him other than the fact he was bleeding, silver-haired, and any other portion of his physical appearance.
A grip that he had laid moments ago tightened on the wooden bench - and Gideon somehow felt disgruntlement, yet pleasure seeping through him all at once. It was a foreign feeling that he'd have preferred not to experience, but what was, was.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 7:34 pm
With the refusal, Morcanth's ears flicked back for a moment, withdrawing the sandwich a few inches in the process. What the wolf's hesitation was indicative of he was not sure, but in the end he was happy enough to assume that Gideon simply did not like that kind of sandwich. Nevermind that it was possible, as strange as it may make him, that he was in the habit of refusing anything offered to him. Or... maybe he really did not want Morcanth there at all, and was hoping he would leave...
Whatever his reasoning was, the succeeding revisions to his reply made something clear to the tabby-cat: the wolf seemed preoccupied with maintaining a certain politeness. He could have done any number of things to scare the cat off, and he would have more than happy to go in that case, but the wolf was going out of his way to be reassuring. That was nice of him, he thought with a little smile.
"It's all right. I always make extra, just in case," he said, still smiling. Morcanth then wrapped up half the sandwich and put it back inside the bag before eating what was left. He had made it earlier, probably adding more meat and cheese than was "fair," but it made the sandwich that much better. That and the dressing. In his enthusiasm for the sandwich, he brought up his feet and sat cross-legged on the bench, leaning forward almost precariously to allow crumbs to land on the ground below.
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 5:58 pm
He said nothing - though mostly it was because - in reality, there was nothing for him to say. This was just a regular individual, sitting on a regular bench, eating his regular sandwich, with regular, cold weather. The only thing irregular in the entire picture was a bloody, disgruntled Gideon who was trying so hard not to be offensive. He frowned, turning his attention away from the tabby purposely - because he was aware that just staring at someone was awkward.
What he needed, was a pay phone. Not to mention money for said pay phone, because obviously he didn't have any. Even assuming he had any would be ridiculous. But then - if he did get the money, and locate the pay phone - the only person who was home was Indumauli... and Indumauli would jump to conclusions, and Indumauli would manage to find the person - he would confront them, and rip them into tiny little pieces...
And Gideon didn't want that.
But he also didn't want to sit on this bench until nightfall. The only other person in the house beside himself who was capable of driving (or rather, driving sanely) was Baasima - and Baasima was currently taking classes - Gaia only knows how long said classes last until. Gaia only knows how long Gideon will be stuck on the bench.
And this stranger was still here. And this stranger was probably just as uncomfortable as he...
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 9:00 pm
Turning away was only driving home the fact that the wolf was in obvious discomfort. But was it just the arm, Morcanth wondered, or was it something else? Perhaps he was indeed waiting for someone, or waiting to do something. If that was the case, then this wolf simply was just too polite to say anything. That would certainly explain his behavior up until now.
The tabby eyed his sandwich and sighed softly. There was nothing to do, then. If the wolf was not about to take care of himself - he was simply losing too much blood; at this rate he would pass out for sure - then the sooner Morcanth left, the better. What a disappointing end to the day.
As he wrapped up the uneaten portion of sandwich and opened the bag, he spied the first-aid kit. It had gauze, antiseptic, and of course the fishing line and a needle that was tarnished from the last time he had dipped it in a flame. It was a survival kit really, and he sometimes took it with him when he went camping. His next stops, apparently, would be a coffee shop to finish his sandwich (and some cocoa! that sounded nice) followed by some shopping for a replacement kit he could put together at home.
He flicked his wrist, glancing at his watch. "Oh, look at the time..." Hastily, glanced around at the sky as he finished putting the sandwich away. The first-aid kit fell out of the bag and onto the bench between them. Rising quickly to his feet in a smooth motion, he swung the bag over his shoulder and waved to Gideon with a friendly grin. "I've got to be somewhere. Maybe I'll see you around sometime."
Morcanth continued on his way down the path without looking back.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 8:41 pm
Gideon opened his mouth to protest, but refusal died on his lips before it even had the chance to be spoken. Golden orbs eyed the white kit suspiciously. What was it? It wasn't as though the wolf knew how to use the item. Quite honestly, the only individual in the house to ever get injured was Indumauli - and that was from all the bar brawls... but even in those times, Gideon wasn't the one who had to take care of the other wolf's wounds... that was left to Baasima (despite the fact that the angelic cat had a slight case of O.C.D).
Eyes flicked away from the thing to view the tabby making his departure, and again Gideon opened his mouth (though this time to state how unfamiliar he was with first aid kits). But again, the words refused to pass chapped lips, and he rubbed calloused hands together in thought. Perhaps just going to the hospital would be his wisest choice of action... weren't hospitals there for reasons like this? Injuries and illness - right? Then, did he have the money to pay for the medical bills? Considering what Baasima had been paying for school books lately, he wasn't certain.
The wolf frowned, opening the kit doubtfully.
Bah, what were these items? ... Was that thread? Wasn't thread for sewing? He rose a brow with uncertainty. And the bandages - what was he supposed to do with the bandages? Last time Gideon had tried to wrap someone up he - well, lets just say he failed quite miserably... though he did make a very decent mummy out of the person. And he had two usable hands, then.
But he should say nothing to Morcanth - rather let the cat leave. The wolf had been a nuisance enough already, and he could probably walk home by now - perhaps ask Baasima for assistance. Well, that was - when Baasima got home. The only thing Gideon wondered was how he was going to explain his lack of groceries plus make up a good excuse for injury to calm Indu...
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