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 Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 1:47 pm
Wilson walked down the hallway. He walked quietly because for some reason, he felt like something bad was going to happen. He felt like someone was going to punch him while he ate this apple that seemingly came out of nowhere.
Huh.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 1:56 pm
Elliot was also, coincidentally, walking down the halls. He'd been feeling rather listless lately. Something to do with the late-nights and slightly-insufferable people for sure. He heard the footsteps echoing down the hall and mentally prepped his smile. Be nice. Make friends. Be charming. Make buddies. Smile. Make small talk. It wouldn't do to go nailing everyone in the face with his fist just because he was a little bored.
He turned the corner with a broad smile on his face. It fell immediately, almost instinctively. Aw, he thought, to hell with that. And his fist flew out, nailing a certain Wilson Hopkins in the face.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 2:13 pm
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Elliot’s face. Years, was it? But he’d never forget that friendly smile. It turned his blood to ice, freezing Wilson in his spot and in mid-bite of his apple. The hunter hesitated, trying to figure out what he could say to the man. Hey, that punch still hurts. Your words have been haunting me every night. That was a real piss poor reunion. Let’s start over, maybe? And then there was the familiar pain of a familiar fist connecting with his face.
Hey, you’re a real douchebag, maybe? He stumbled backwards. His grip tightened on the apple as he slowly raised his contemptuous gaze toward Elliot Sjorkron. “Nice to see you too.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 2:25 pm
Elliot Sjökron. Sjökron you ******** dolt.
Elliot didn't stop walking. He passed Wilson before deciding, that no, he could not just let it go with a punch. It was hard to explain why the sight of Wilson irked him so. He just wanted to...grind salt into his face and wounds and maybe grind his face in the dirt too. Elliot stopped. He raised his hand in greeting and shot Wilson a cocky-smirk over his shoulder. "Still daydreaming while you walk Hopkins?"
He chuckled at some memory the words must have brought up before continuing on his way. Ah, that felt good. Good way to end a boring day for sure.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 2:37 pm
Blame the roleplayer, not Wilson, you ******** dolt.
They had once been friends. Pretty good friends, he’d thought, but that was when Emmaline Grant had been the glue keeping all three of them together. That glue was gone.
He straightened to his full height and stood rigid as the other hunter walked past him. Narrowed eyes followed Elliot briefly, but stopped as words finally left his mouth and he disappeared out of Wilson’s vision. His jaw clenched. He turned around. “Still slacking off, trainee?” Because at least someone here had managed to move forward one way or another. Teeth gritting, Wilson threw his apple. Hard. At the back of Elliot’s head.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 2:48 pm
You're both dolts.
The apple thunked off his head and hit the ground before rolling to a rest between them. Elliot stopped in his tracks. He wasn't smiling anymore. Not smirking either. Anger boiled in his blood and gave his voice a dangerous edge.
"What, Hopkins, trying to pick a fight with me?"
He turned around to fix Wilson with a stare. Even with his slight slouch, Elliot stood taller than Wilson. There was a lazy smile growing on his face, one that came from a mixture of entertainment and self-confidence. Elliot had been in and out of brawls all his life. He'd pick up on it. And Elliot hoped that self-realization would ******** sting.
"Tell me, how many times have you won against me? Oh, that's right. None. You never were a fighter."
Elliot, careful now.
There's no need to worry, I can beat Wilson seven ways to hell with my fists. Does he look like someone who can hold his own in a fight?
Still...should we really be picking a fight with someone of much higher rank?
Me. He clarified. I'm picking a fight. Not you.
"So tell me," he said, taking a step forward, "where's that confidence coming from? Your weapon? Gonna rely on that now? Must be pretty strong if it could carry someone like you all the way up through the ranks."
There was an undercurrent there. Of weakness and inability. Elliot was sure that Wilson'd realize it. The boy wasn't a fighter, but he wasn't stupid either.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 3:53 pm
Excuse you, Elliot.
The apple hit with a satisfying clunk before it fell to the floor. Elliot could at least thank his stars the young man hadn’t taken a bite out of the fruit before he’d thrown it. That would have been an entirely new level of contempt. He watched the other man stop, never turning. Perhaps it was better that way.
There was something about Elliot Sjökron that made him change his mindset completely, as if the nice guy who preferred to mediate rather than instigate never existed. Something that made it so easy to see why their relationship had dissolved into pieces until that too had disappeared. Now it was as if Wilson was staring at another stranger, another face walking around the island. He never budged from his own spot, head rolling to the side as he goaded, “I don’t know, Sjökron, what does it look like I’m trying to do?”
Another lazy smile. That was something disgustingly similar yet different about them—how they both usually smiled one way or another. One lazy and the other amiably polite. He smiled back, partly out of twisted amusement and partly out of defiance. Hands tightened into fists, tempted to try to punch the man in the face.
But as if he could throw the first punch when Elliot had always been the one to resort to his fists when Wilson resorted to his words. He had been thrown into the death division for a reason, and it hurt to know that the only thing keeping his confidence afloat was the raspy voice murmuring in his head. [Go on, kiddo.]
“If only I could say the same thing for you, but it seems you’re still stuck right where I saw you last.” Nails dug into his palms. “You often struck me as that kind of guy—too bad the superiors never put you into sun.” And maybe I wouldn’t bat an eyelash when you died on the frontlines.
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 2:20 pm
"Hah." Elliot snorted, almost, it was quite undignified. "So that's what it is to you now? All about rank, now huh. What, you gonna play that card with me, your old friend?"
He took a step closer. Another, and another until he was quickly closing in on Wilson's personal space. His fisted the boys collar, hauling him just a few inches off the ground so that Elliot could stare at him at eye-level, uncomfortably close.
"Listen," he said, hissing through clenched teeth, "those stupid things don't matter to me. My weapon and I don't need labels to know who we are. There are more important things in this world. I haven't forgotten them. Not her."
He let go of Wilson. The blank, almost disgusted look in his eyes didn't disappear though.
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