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 Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 12:47 am
Ooc: I hope this is okay SSJ. I figure we're nearly up to the second night. Would the collar hurt him more, or less, or did I get it sort of right? xD
Anywho, it's about time for the Charles rescue mission. Poor Raleigh is hurtin'. T.T
Er, you don't mind me starying it up right? xD Stupid title I know, but I've never been good at them. Alas.
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Raleigh wasn’t sure how long he had been there. Sometime during what he had assumed was the night, he had stopped caring what time it was. His mind had been focused on the growing pain around his neck and his hatred of being trapped. He thanked his mentors and all the training he had done that he had increased his endurance and taught him how to clear his mind.
At fist he had knelt in the middle of the floor and did his best to keep his breathing even. For a while he could manage the pain, but that didn’t last very long. There was no use fighting anymore, all he could do was try riding it out.
Was Ai okay? That cartoon movie was supposed to have been on and they were going to watch it. Raleigh felt a pang of regret that he wasn’t right now sitting on the couch with her or, since the exact time was unknown, waking up in his bed. But he had gotten himself into this mess and he was determined to see it through till the end.
… not that he seemed to have a choice. Perfume hadn’t come back; apparently ready to leave him there for however long it took for him to start begging and crying to be released.
Raleigh bit back a moan. The pain wasn’t just in his neck anymore, it seemed to have spread. His upper body was on fire and his head was pounding. He hadn’t sleep, he felt utterly exhausted and the muscles in his shoulder, arms and legs were aching because he kept tensing them.
Now he was slumped in the corner of his small space, breathing coming out in short, ragged gasps. His eyes were open, but he wasn’t looking at anything, his mind was elsewhere.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 3:57 pm
Charles had been informed by a furious Ruriska of Raleigh's dissapearance, as wel as of the reluctance of Perfume for any information about Raleigh's whereabouts.
She was more forthcoming when Charles himself called her.
When he called her and informed of Raleigh's whereabouts she told him quite crisply and easily, without him having to press her for details.
The boy was in a detention center. Approaching the second night. Collared.
Well, s**t.
Charled quite briskly ordered Perfume to release the boy, NOW. Suprisingly enough, Perfume refused, stating it wasn't any of HIS business and that SHE ran her part of the agency her OWN way. And that IF he wanted to have a say he shouldn't have moved her to such a ******** remote corner, she exclaimed, and that IF he wanted to command her, he'd have to drop by HIMSELF instead of making HER do his dirty work!
She hung up. Charled stared and then rose, a terrible anger rising, he briskly stepped out of his office.
He entered the holding facility several hours later, the terrified guards escorting him quickly and without protesting to Raleigh's cell.
"Unleash him. Right now." Charles' voice was clipped, filled with a terrible fury that was barely held back.
Alan hurried to do what Charles told him, unlocked the door, and then hurried on to Raleigh to unleash the collar. It fell away easily when he made it.
Raleigh would fell an instant release of the pain, that sudden barrier which seperated his powers falling away like a silk veil slipping of the smooth skin of a naked woman. It would be instant relief, the difference immediatly obvious. ((IM SORRY, DONT KNOW WHERE THAT CAME FROM)) The pain would fall away, but remain there, dormant for some time to come. Raleigh would feel weakened, unlike himself, sore and hurting for days to come.
This was one of the instances Charles wasn't able to control himself perfectly, and when he next spoke, his anger was still easily audible. He had approached Raleigh and had crouched down with him. He didn't touch him, having heard the stories of how terribly it hurt to be physically be touched while collared or some time after the fact. The skin was supposed to be terribly sensitive.
"Raleigh, can I do anything for you?" The clipped anger could be heard in his face, but was not directed at Raleigh, but at the one that had put him into this situation.
Perfume Tell.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 1:02 am
Raleigh didn’t even register the fact that Charles had entered the cell. It was only after the collar was finally snapped off from his neck that he began to react. It was as if a heavy weight had suddenly been lifted from him and his powers came flooding back, as constant and as there as they ever had been. Raleigh groaned allowed with relief and cherished the feeling of being whole again.
The pain was no longer strong enough to blind him to everything else. Brown eyes glanced up at the man towering above him; the anger evident to even Raleigh’s exhausted mind. He gave a crooked and weary smile. “Did I win?” His voice came out in a croak, but still managed to sound rather bitter and sarcastic.
After a moment or two he attempted to move. He winced and muttered a few curses, feeling his muscles protesting at the action. He’d been sitting curled in that corner for far too long. Raleigh took in a long breath. Chin falling against his chest, he curled back into his ball. Oh, he just wanted to go to sleep… and never move again.
It was only after having sat there for a minute longer that he lifted a hand to Charles, the look in his eyes determined. “Help me up please.”
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 3:10 am
Charles had been crouching down with Raleigh, simply observing him and waiting until he could do something for him. When the boy finally reached out an arm, Charles' anger was still seething. But he took he firm hold of Raleigh's hand and pulled him up easily, gripping his arm when he did so, to steady him. He didn't think the boy would appreciate it if he was made to appear to weak, so he pulled his hand back when Raleigh was steadied. He wasn't about to leave his side, though. He wanted to catch him if Raleigh happened to stumble. He didn't need an extra head injury added on top of his condition.
"I'll get you home. Ruriska has been worried," Charled told him. "Is there anything you need or want right now?"
((I can imagine he's a bit woozy. xD Hah. If you want to have fun and a creepy angry Flashcharge, you should have Ruri tell him. @w@ Collaring kids (even though Raleigh's not REALLY) is one of the things he WONT tolerate. He'll cruuuuuuuuuuuush Perfume. *snicker*))
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 3:25 am
Raleigh nearly fell over on his face when Charles let go of his arms. His whole body was screaming in pain as it was forced to deal with this new upright position. He bit his lip to fight back a moan, and stood there for a whole of two minutes before he could attempt a step forward.
When he did take that step forward his stomach gave a queasy roll, but he fought it back, straightening his back and lifting his chin up. “I just… want to go home.” He told Charles, trying not to sound pitiful.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 3:29 am
Charles just nodded and took Raleigh's arm again, to support him. He gave Raleigh a wry smile as he did so.
"Please allow me to ease my own mind. I wouldn't feel right if I didn't help you out now. I insist."
He helped Raleigh out of the door, into a comfortable car that had been waiting outside. The car was quite comfortable and would take Raleigh home, the driver would help him to get inside his place, back to Ruri.
HE had other business to attend to. The red gleam in his eyes became more pronounced for a few secons when he thought of it.
Perfume Tell.
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