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 Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 10:50 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2016 5:20 pm
 Entering inside his home felt weird. Odin didn’t like visitors. Anytime he had people over it made him feel ashamed or like a failure or like… The biggest loser. He got the rag wet and walked back over to Kid who was sitting on the couch. Odin saw how uncomfortable Kid was while he tried to wipe his face clean and only after he took his hands from the hand towel did the boy reply to a conversation that had happened on the walk home. "Odin is a weird name," The idiot proclaimed as the werewolf’s eyes narrowed.
”No it ain’t.” He turned away slightly giving Kid some space to mop his face up. ”Frenzy. Rage. Inspiration.” Odin wasn’t sure why he was trying to justify himself. The boy wouldn't care what Odin stood for. Surely Kid was more awful than Odin anyways. ”Some say Odin himself was a were-” Why was Odin going to let Kid know his life story? He wasn’t about to start blabbing on about his depressing path. Odin’s father told him a lot of werewolves held onto the fictional god Odin and it brought them comfort. He thought it would’ve been smart to name his son after the symbol, but ultimately it was pretty stupid now wasn’t it?
Angrily, Odin removed his shirt deciding not to look at the shoulder to see if it was stained. He’d force Ruven to deal with it. "Skyscraper, eh?" Odin wanted to call Kid on the story. Sounded more like he lived in a crack house and the sprinkling dust that he spoke of was really crack and blood based drugs. Flying could've been the code they used for high. Throughout the years Odin was using so much stupid slang that meant getting high. Then the boy seemed to be feeling rather intimidated by Odin's frame. The werewolf was well toned and built since he'd been released from prison. There wasn't much to do but workout and workout when he was stuck behind bars. He kept up with his gym regimen deciding he liked feeling powerful.
"Ack, I'm not gonna punch you again." Odin said rubbing his forehead. "I don't need any drugs." He lied. "Ain't done that s**t in ages." Sort of. "Was a misunderstanding. Had someone out to get me. You looked like himn ~ s ━ his brother." Odin twisted the words trying to make it seem like he had a reason to be wary of the boy. "What do you need? I'm not bringing you home until you heal up a bit. Your parents will probably think I've battered you." Which, Odin had. "For no good reason." He added nervously clicking his tongue to the top of his mouth. It was insane how quickly his brain changed the situation making it seem like something completely different had happened.
Odin believed it too. There's no way he could see himself beating up this boy thinking he had drugs on him or some s**t. Just ********. He wasn't that out of control.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2016 7:58 pm
  He was already used to being left home alone for a few days now and then. To be honest, it was probably better that way; although it meant that he couldn't really update Ian that much. After all, he wasn't about to make it a habit to follow the guy just because his younger brother wanted him to watch the addict. The good thing about Odin's habit of leaving for days was that he could do whatever he wanted. That normally consisted of wandering off to do his own thing. There wasn't anything exciting to do at the apartment anyway. Sure he kept it as clean as he could; but that didn't take up all of his time since he never let it get as bad as it was when he first arrived. At the same time he didn't keep it looking shiny and new either. Why bother when Odin might just destroy the place in a rage again?
That night he decided to take the trash out; but as he put the bag in the dumpster, that was almost to the point of overflowing, a beer can fell to the ground with a clang. With a soft sigh he bent down to pick it up since he was the one to caused it to fall. That's when he heard someone coming and decided to stay hidden behind the trash as he poked his head out just enough to see who was there. It was Odin--carrying a body. This probably wasn't a good thing; but most nights that the werewolf came home wasn't particularly pleasant. The elf waited a moment before he stood up from his crouched position and placed the can back where it was before. Then he made his way up a bit slower than normal so he won't run into the two before they got into the apartment. The reason for that was simple: he wanted to listen in before he interrupted anything.
Ruven made his way up the stairs as quiet as a mouse. It wasn't hard since he had a tendency to move around without making much sound. The crack of the door being forced open filtered into his ears before he even made it to the correct level. He wasn't surprised to see the door flung wide open when he entered the hallway. The elf kept his distance and stayed on the same side of the wall as the door so he wouldn't be seen. He picked up on the skyscraper talk and how Odin apparently punched the other person. Well, that wasn't surprising; but why did he bring him back to the apartment? Then there was the bit about not taking drugs in a while. It almost made him scoff since it was definitely a lie.
Not wanting to spend more than a couple of seconds in the hallway, Ruven walked into the apartment like he normally would have and shut the door behind him. They didn't need it wide open after all. Then he walked straight to the sink to wash of his hands just like he did the first night he came back to find visitors. By that point Odin had finished saying his bit about not wanting someone the think that he banged the other up for no reason. Only when he was done did he turn his attention to his owner and his 'guest'. That's when he noticed the dirty shirt that was thrown on the floor. "Whose your new friend?" He asked as he picked up the shirt that had some blood stains on it. The elf walked closer yet stayed off to the side so he could see the mystery person better. "I'm Ruven..." he introduced himself simply before he eyed the one that owned him. "I'll get this cleaned," he stated as he held up the dirty shirt in his hand to show what he was talking about, "unless you need anything else." He added the last bit as an afterthought.
LOCATION: The apartment with Odin and a kid.
What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2016 11:36 am
Odin seemed to be very adamant that his name wasn't strange, but that wasn't going to change Kid's opinion of it. He knew his own name was a bit... different, but he was just glad to have one at all. He couldn't imagine his mother giving him a name like 'Odin.' Then there was the unfinished sentence when Odin cut himself off. Were-... were-what? Werewolf? Was the guy a werewolf? That made him feel a little more afraid, but he figured the man had already really done his worst and Kid had at least survived that. Well, maybe it wasn't his worst, but it was pretty bad. His wrist was starting to hurt a lot worse now, throbbing painfully under the sleeve of his jacket. His head ached in the back where Odin had slammed it into the concrete, and he had bouts of dizziness every few minutes. He felt a little like he was going to throw-up, but he held it back.
He was a little relieved when Odin said he wasn't going to punch him again. The words were good at least, even if it ended up not being true. He could be lying and just trying to make him relax. Or he could just really intend not to hurt him again. Either way, even if it happened again, being told it wasn't going to was a bit of a comfort that Kid would gladly take. He also said he didn't need drugs, but that confused Kid as to why he was stopped in the... Oh, Odin thought he was someone... no, someone's brother who was after him? Why was somebody after him? And why did he think he was his brother? Kid was very clearly recognizable with his face tattoos, so he didn't quite understand how he could be mistaken for someone else. Or why Odin didn't just leave him alone instead of drawing his attention if he thought that was the case. Nothing made any sense.
"Oh, I--" he began to respond to the battering statement, but someone else walked into the apartment. This man was dark-haired and had pointed ears. An elf? Kid watched him curiously--well, as curiously as he could with how much pain he was in--as he walked in and washed his hands. It reminded him of the doctors who cut him open that once when the drug dealer got really impatient who gave him check-ups when he was younger. They always washed their hands, which was probably good. Kid continued to wipe off his face with the damp cloth, using only his good hand. He couldn't tell if he'd gotten all the blood off his face, especially since his face was starting to bruise and swell and be very tender, but he didn't have a mirror to check, so he set the wet cloth down on the couch beside him as he watched this other man pick up Odin's shirt. His slave, maybe? Kid could easily recognize that behavior.
"I'm Kid," he told the man quietly in an almost automatic response to his introduction. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes the more and more the pain set in, and he tried to distract himself from it by focusing on the two men. "Oh, I don't... I was going to tell you, Odin, I don't have any parents. They're dead. Everyone's dead. It's fine." Of course, he couldn't know that for sure. His mother was probably alive somewhere and belonged to someone, and he'd never known the whereabouts or identity of his father to begin with, so that was a moot point. He didn't see why he couldn't make up whatever he wanted for him. For both of them. After all, to him, it did seem like they were dead.
Suddenly, he felt very, very nauseated again, and this time he couldn't hold it back. Even as he apologized out loud to Ruven, who he was sure was going to have to clean it up, he leaned forward and spilled the contents of his stomach onto the floor, some of it getting on his shoes. God, that hurt his bruised torso. God, everything hurt. By the time he finished, the boy was shaking. This sucked. This really sucked.
((Sorry this took so long!!))
WHERE · Odin's apartment. ___ WITH · Odin and Ruven. ___ FEELING · Sick and in pain.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 7:25 am
The werewolf stared towards the ground spacing out a moment. He had a few words stuck in his head that he was unable to shake. You should try a chopshop. Will help you quit drugs. The feeling of fresh a** meat between his teeth. Feeling as though he’d just hunted his own prey. Odin knew it was ******** up as s**t, but seeing Kid’s blood sort of just made him want to hurt the boy more. He was on edge because he wanted to get high all the time. He wanted to get high all the time because he was a miserable ******** person and drugs were the only thing that calmed him. He was miserable all the ******** time because he was a werewolf that just wanted to destroy everything. The vicious cycle just never ******** ended. And, well, when Odin tried to end the cycle that didn’t go very well. It just created problems for everyone around him. So he had to stay where he was getting knocked around somewhere between an extreme anger and drug addiction that was always tearing him up inside. He got to pick which poison he wanted to deal with each day. Today’s speciality on Odin’s menu of life was unbearable anger. As usual. He tried hard not to picture tearing Kid limb from limb. He tried as hard as he could not to smell the blood.
"Whose your new friend?" Ruven cut in destroying Odin’s ******** up train of thought. He wasn’t going to hurt the kid again. Odin knew it was wrong. He was back in his sane state of mind. He wasn’t a lunatic. But christ. Just sometimes…
Chopshops could help him calm down, couldn’t it?
Odin was glaring at Ruven without even really meaning to. His face just got stuck like that. Always. His eye contact was like razors thrown towards the elf’s direction. Odin really should’ve said something along the lines of: Thanks Ruven, my monster was really starting to take over. Glad you're here to distract me from that s**t. Although instead, the words to leave Odin’s lips were: ”Who the ******** told you that you’re allowed to speak?” He snapped as the elf moved to the sink to wash his hands. And the boy was starting off with that obviously fake name again, telling Ruven he was Kid. Odin knew he wasn’t.
”I was going to tell you, Odin, I don’t have any parents. They’re dead. Everyone’s dead. It’s fine.”
”Tch. You escape a ******** mental ward?” Odin asked turning away as he created a fist, gently rubbing his thumb and pointer finger together as he anxiously watched Ruven walking off with Odin’s shirt. ”Just ******** clean it.” Odin glared towards the window seeing his angry expression stuck on his reflection’s face. He shouldn’t be around Kid just now. Not until the bloody rags and his ******** body was cleaned up. ”Clean it all.” Odin grabbed Kid’s sweatshirt and pulled the boy from the couch, he pushed the human in Ruven’s direction and quickly turned to exit into the hallway. ”I’m going for a walk if you let him leave I’ll smell him out and crack his neck.” Odin just needed to cover the basics. He couldn’t let Ruven allow the kid to walk off and possibly tell the cops what happened. His only response was to make it Ruven's fault if Odin lashed out and hurt the boy again. Odin would be able to blame it on Ruven, like he did for everything else that went wrong in his life. He just needed a quick walk around the neighborhood to cool off. That was it. Odin would be better once he came back from a quick walk.
The werewolf left the two in his apartment as he rushed down the stairs, slamming each door behind him until he was out on the uneven street. He passed some bike that was locked up against some street lamp and kicked the flimsy wheel as he passed, the circle denting so it would never ride smooth again. ******** the kid who owned that bicycle.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2016 7:47 pm
The glare sent his way by his owner was ignored. It might have looked like he just didn't even notice. He definitely heard the ridiculous question though. Ruven didn't bother to respond verbally; but he did let a small smirk appear on his face for half a second. That was soon replaced by a brief comforting type of smile when the mystery person revealed his name. The elf didn't question the name given to him because he just didn't care. People that aren't important can call themselves whatever they wanted as far as he was concerned.
Ruven didn't get that far with the shirt when things got even worse. The noise that came from behind was most definitely the sound of someone vomiting. A barely there sigh escaped him as he tossed the shirt into the bathroom sink for the time being. That could be dealt with later. By the time he turned around and walked a couple of steps closer to the mess Odin had already flung the poor human at him with unnecessary force. The elf had no choice but to catch the disgusting man who made him stumble backwards a bit. Luckily he steadied them both as his the werewolf said something about how he'd crack the humans neck if he left the apartment.
Not bothering to respond to his owner, Ruven gently pushed the mess of a human away from him while leaving his hands on the others shoulders. The elf took the time to look him over instead of glancing at the parts of him that now had the contents of the others stomach on him. "You seem to be in a lot of pain," he commented more to himself at first, "I have some medicine that would help; but it would be better to clean you up first." The reason he didn't say 'we' have medicine was because he was the one that bought it. Of course he used the money Ian gave him; but if his owner asked he would have just mentioned how he acquired the item through a friend or money he happened to get. That would have been the case for anything he bought on his own. It was entirely possible that he got a "job". It wasn't like Odin was around enough to really know what his slave was up to all the time. The decision not to hand over the medicine right away was directly related to the fact that Kid smelled horrible and probably needed something in his stomach before he attempted to swallow the pain pill. Not to mention the fact that a warm bath should sooth his aching muscles. "Let's get you into the bathroom," he stated as he attempted to usher the other into the correct direction, "I'll help you get undressed if needed." Ruven wasn't the type to be shy about such things. He just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible; although he didn't make that apparent by rushing Kid into the bathroom. Even his tone would have been unreadable the whole time. His demeanor in general was neutral, almost as if he was focused on taking care of his patients physical health while not bothering to address any mental issues that might be of concern. The only time he showed a bit of caring attitude was when he gave that slight smile after their introductions.
When they made it into the bathroom he placed the injured one on the toilet seat. "Where does it hurt?" It might have been a silly question when there were plenty of glaring signs that pointed to where the pain might be coming from; but it was better not to assume. The elf didn't speak up again until Kid gave him some answers. "I'm going to take off your clothes so you don't have to move around as much," he stated before he started to remove some clothes. This was around the time that he really noticed the wrist. It was definitely swollen and bruised; but it wasn't until the others upper half was naked that he actually examined it. Ruven took the arm gently in his hands before he moved one over to touch the wrist in question. It was a barely there touch that wouldn't have hurt despite the condition the wrist was in. "Tell me how much it hurts on a scale of 1 to 10 when I move it." It was the only warning given before he started to moved the injured wrist carefully. Typically, sprains hurt more and could be more problematic later on if not treated correctly. In this particular situation a break would be better.
"It looks like your wrist is broken," he spoke as he placed that particular arm on the edge of the sink, "leave it here for the time being--and try not to move it." He added the last bit as an afterthought. Then he continued to undress the other until he was in his boxers. Ruven used a damp cloth to clean the human up while he used his other hand to examine the guy. His touch was gentle even when he pressed on certain areas in order to test the guys reaction. The elf also checked what was underneath the small bit of clothing Kid had on now. There was no perverted intentions behind it though. He was merely being thorough.
When he finished cleaning and examining the other he asked another question. "Do you think you can stomach some crackers and swallow a pill?" No matter what the answer was Ruven took off his soiled shirt and tossed it in the pile with the rest. "I'll be back in a minute." With that said he slipped out of the bathroom while shutting the door behind him.
LOCATION: The apartment with Odin and Kid.
What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 10:57 am
Odin certainly wasn't pleased by the other man in the house talking. Although he seemed on edge, and had been ever since the two of them met. He was very unpredictable, and Kid didn't like that at all. It was awfully hard to know how to react to someone that he couldn't predict. The man was terrifying. One second he yanked him off the street and beat him to a pulp for no apparent reason, then he was carrying him home on his back like saint, and now it seemed he was back to being mean and vicious again. Kid tried to be quiet as he sat on the couch, merely looking at Odin when the man asked if he escaped from a mental ward. Escape was a word he didn't like to use. Escape was met with punishments. Escape never ended well. So he didn't comment.
Before he knew it, he'd emptied the contents of his stomach onto the floor in front of the couch, and Odin grabbed him by his sweatshirt and pulled him up with ease, sending him toward the elf, Ruven. The world spun as he was moved, almost causing him to topple over had it not been for Ruven grabbing hold of him and stabilizing him. A small whimper left his lips as he automatically tried to catch himself with his bad wrist, and a shudder shot down his spine at Odin's parting words. So he was back to being vicious for no reason again, was that it? The shop owner was going to be missing him soon enough. He hoped Odin didn't take very long. He'd really rather not die, but he needed to get home.
As Ruven brought him into the bathroom, Kid thought medicine sounded great. Being cleaned up sounded great too, but medicine sounded even better with the way his body was throbbing and aching. "Okay. I think I need help," he told the other slave as he sat down on the closed toilet. Ruven helped him undress, and Kid couldn't help but imagine that he was in some sort of spa place, like the ones in the commercials on television. He wasn't being taken care of after getting beat up, he was being pampered in a nice luxurious room that smelled like... how about lavender? When Ruven asked him where things hurt, it was just because he was going to pamper him and maybe massage out his stiff muscles. Except that would really hurt feel really nice. "My wrist hurts really badly. And my head. The rest of me hurts too but not as bad."
The elf went to remove his sweatshirt and the t-shirt underneath, and that's when Kid couldn't help but cry out a little in pain as his wrist was moved. Ruven examined it, then asked him to rate his pain on a scale of 1-10. "Are you doc--ow, ow. Ow. Um, eight? Seven and a half?" He tried to be as accurate as possible, but it was a little difficult to compare this pain to other pain he'd felt. It was much easier to relax and pretend his was at a spa when Ruven removed his pants and began cleaning him with a warm, damp cloth. The sensation was so nice, in fact, that Kid closed his eyes and lay his head back against the top of the toilet while keeping his arm up by the sink. Even when the elf lifted his boxers to check him there, Kid didn't budge or tense, his body remaining completely relaxed. He would trust a spa employee.
Once the thorough cleansing relaxing spa bath was complete, Kid finally opened his eyes and lifted his head, his hair in the back of his head caked with dried blood that he could feel when he moved. "Um, yes, I would like some crackers please. And a pill. Yes, a pill would be nice." He tapped the fingers of his good hand on his bottom lip as he watched Ruven leave, and when the elf came back he spoke up once more. "What time is it? I think the shop owner will be concerned if I don't return soon."
WHERE · Odin's apartment. ___ WITH · Ruven. ___ FEELING · Sick and in pain.
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 2:22 pm
Kid made everything so much easier by relaxing his body and responding to any questions when he was asked. He didn't even flinch when the elf got a bit up close and personal. Ruven didn't respond to any of the answers because he was focused on his task and it wasn't necessary; although he did speak up when Kid attempted to ask a question. "No, I'm not a doctor. I just taught myself..." he ended up trailing off because he didn't think it was a good idea to go into detail. It was more like he studied about certain things in the medical field anyway; but he was supposed to be a slave and it sounded more believable if he said it like he did. Ruven could have ignored the question that was barely asked in the first place; so at least he answered.
The elf took a bit longer than one might expect since he cleaned up the vomit that was on the floor and cracked open one of the windows in order to air the place out. A little fresh air, even though it was filled with all kinds of unknown elements, was better than nothing. It wouldn't have been good if Odin got back with the main area left exactly the same as when he stormed out. Then he got an ice pack, the pain killers, and everything else that he deemed was needed at that point in time. All the items were placed in a bowl before he carried them to the bathroom.
When Ruven returned he closed the door behind him with his foot and set the bowl in the sink while being careful not to bump into the others hand. Then he let two pills from a small container, that he opened, fall into the palm of his hand before he held them out for the other to take. "Take this," he ordered in a nonthreatening tone. When Kid took the pills out of his hand he grabbed the water bottle, twisted the cap off and handed it over. Again he waited for the item to be taken away from him before he reached for the next thing. This time he got the ice pack and wrapped it with a thin cloth so it wouldn't rest directly on his skin. Then he carefully lifted the others arm, without warning, in order to place the ice pack underneath the broken wrist. Only then did he toss the bag of crackers into Kid's lap. If he needed to take the bottle of water away in order to free up the good hand then he would. "It isn't a good idea for you to be working right now," he pointed out since he was assuming that Kid was talking about getting back to work. That also reminded him about the head pains that were mentioned earlier. "Ah, I forgot to check your head," he stated as he moved closer and started to feel around the back. When he found the blood he started to gently wash the dirt and grime out with another damp cloth. "You might have a concussion so you definitely need to take it easy," he paused for a moment before he continued, "you could call and say that you hurt yourself and aren't feeling well." It was merely a suggestion of course. The reason he worded it as if it was Kid's fault was because he didn't actually know what happened. Still, he was almost positive that the one in the wrong was Odin in this situation. It wasn't uncommon for him to be ordered to clean up his owners mess after all.
"Are you comfortable enough for now?" He asked mainly because he wanted to know if he would have to move the guy on his own again. It's not like he was the strongest person in the world; so he would prefer the guy to stay exactly where he was at the moment. "Can you handle being by yourself while I wash the clothes?" He asked whether he had to help Kid move a second time or not. His plan was to leave the bottle of water and bag of crackers in the others lap so that Kid could grab one when he wanted with his good hand.
LOCATION: The apartment with Kid.
What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2016 11:00 am
Kid was very impressed by Ruven's seeming knowledge about how to take care of his injuries and do things so that it wouldn't hurt so bad. He still had to pretend he was in a spa to make it hurt less, but really it wasn't so bad. He himself only had minor knowledge on how to take care of injuries; he was an asset, a piece of property, so people had almost always taken care of his wounds for him so that he wouldn't be as damaged and would hopefully turn a bigger profit when he was sold. What would the shop owner say now? If his wrist was broken he would need a cast. What if nobody wanted to buy him with a cast on?
His moments of pondering on his own were ended when Ruven came back in with a bowl full of various things. Kid lifted his head from where he'd rested it on the toilet seat and looked the objects over. The boy was very good at passing time on his own and in uncomfortable situations, so he hadn't really noticed that Ruven was gone for more than a few minutes. At least that was something he was good at: being on his own. Blinking his blue eyes, Kid took the pills without question and popped them into his mouth, chasing it down with a drink from the water bottle the elf gave him. Maybe he could pretend they were hallucinogens and he could pretend to be seeing a lot of really cool and fun things. Not out loud, just in his mind. He could do that if Ruven left him alone again, he decided. Just to pass the time.
The boy winced when his arm was lifted and placed on the ice pack, but other than that he made no show of any discomfort. Instead, a look of confusion crossed his face when Ruven started talking about not working. Who was talking about working? Maybe he had spaced off and missed part of the conversation. He did that sometimes. Kid was quiet once more as his head was cleaned up, idly wondering how bad it looked. Mrs. Gletzky should be able to tell him when he got back. He would have to tell her, after all. Would she be angry with him?
Again, his eyes furrowed when Ruven told him to call. "But if I call her, she'll send someone for me. And then I won't be here, and Odin will find me, and he'll snap my neck just like he said and I don't really want to die." His tone rose slightly in panic the more he talked, but he still nodded at Ruven's last question. "Yes, yes, I'm very good at being by myself."
WHERE · Odin's apartment. ___ WITH · Ruven. ___ FEELING · Sick and in pain.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 12:45 pm
The elf ignored the wince that came from the other when he moved his arm in order to position the ice pack correctly. After all, he knew that Kid would react in some kind of way since his wrist wasn't in the best shape. Even if he was extremely careful the action would have hurt. There was nothing he could do about it. The confused look that appeared on the guys face when something particular was mentioned did strike Ruven's curiosity though. It even caused him to ponder the reason as he finished cleaning up the others head.
Then there was the bit about how someone would be sent for him. It was then that Ruven realized something. This guy probably wasn't referring to a shop he worked at earlier and that was why he was confused. He was probably one of the slaves for sale that were allowed to run errands. At least that was the only conclusion he could come up with based on what he had seen and heard so far. If that was in fact the case, calling was probably not the best idea. "He won't snap your neck," he commented simply, "especially if you lie about how you got hurt." Now Ruven didn't honestly know if his owner was the one that got Kid into the condition he was in; but he was almost positive that was the case. It wasn't like Odin would bring someone to his place just to help them out. No, there had to be a reason: like not getting in trouble. After all, his owner was on parole and he could be sent right back to jail if someone found out that he beat up some human. That meant that he would want Kid to stay quiet about the incident. That's why he suggested lying since it would be worse to have the slave just not return. "By the way, is the person you need to get back to the owner of a slave shop?"
Whether they talked more about the situation right then or not, Ruven soon went about his other duties after making sure to place ointment on any open wounds before adding a band-aid when needed. It was probably best for the guy to go back to the shop; but right now he needed to at least wait until the medicine kicked in. His clothes would probably have to dry as well. The whole situation was just a thorn in his side. It would be so much easier if he just turned his owner in; but would they even believe a slave? If he had to put in extra work just to prove how Odin has been ******** up because he was a slave--then it probably wouldn't be worth it. Not to mention the fact that the Cypress brothers are the only link he has to who framed him. If he ratted on his owner then Ian would never forgive him.
After he finished doing everything he could at the moment, Ruven went to check on the uninvited guest. "How are you feeling now?"
LOCATION: The apartment with Kid.
What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2016 12:36 pm
Kid wasn't sure he believed Ruven when the elf told him that Odin wouldn't snap his neck. What would stop him? He'd already done so much damage, bruising him, making him bleed, probably breaking his wrist or giving him a concussion. And it had taken so little effort from him. That scared Kid. He didn't like being around people who were stronger than him if they were hostile; it never ended well for him, as he was small and couldn't defend himself all that well. He especially wouldn't be able to defend himself now if Odin came after him again. Why had he attacked him in the first place again? Oh yeah, he said he thought he was someone else. Still, wouldn't he have realized that he wasn't that person as soon as he turned him around? Maybe it was his fault for mentioning a gun. Why did he do that?
The boy nodded slowly when Ruven told him to lie about how he got hurt. That he could do; he would just have to come up with a convincing lie. It was pretty obvious that a person or a creature had done this to him. He could perhaps pass it off as a mugging, combined with falling? It was difficult to say it was anything other than another person, because the shop owner would certainly give him a thorough examination. But he could think of something. He could at least make sure he didn't mention Odin. Hopefully that was enough to keep the bigger male from being angry with him.
At Ruven's next question, Kid responded verbally, wide blue eyes watching him blankly all the while. "Yes, she is. I'm a slave. But someone has been looking at me to maybe buy me, so I really do need to get back. And I wish I wasn't hurt. Maybe she won't want me anymore 'cause I'm broken." It wasn't true at all that anyone had been looking to purchase him. Quite the opposite, in fact, he'd been having bad luck ever since he was returned by his first mistress. Kid didn't understand it. He was well-behaved, and quiet. Was it his appearance? The facial tattoos? Maybe he should try to cover them up with makeup.
When Ruven left him alone once more, the boy began to pretend there were small animals in the room. It wasn't an ice pack under his wrist; it was a fluffy, little white bunny just come in from the snow. That's why it was cold. He wasn't sitting on the toilet, but the back of friendly lion, and it wasn't even scary. The tub was filled with tropical fish, and they could swim down the drain and come back to see him whenever they pleased. Some of them were so big, it was surprising that they could even fit down the drain, but they seemed to manage. The turtles didn't have as hard of a time because they could just climb out over the sides of the tub, and the kitten curled up in his lap made him warm and sleepy. A fuzzy monkey made a sling that caught the back of his head as he tilted his head up to look at the ceiling, his eyes struggling to stay open. He was exhausted.
Using his good hand, he fed himself some more crackers and drank some more of the water, leaving the lid off of it for ease. Ruven came back after some time had passed, and Kid lifted his head to look at him. "I am fine. A little sleepy. When is Odin coming back? I should really get back to the shop. Shouldn't I get my wrist looked at?"
WHERE · Odin's apartment. ___ WITH · Ruven. ___ FEELING · Tired and in pain.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2016 10:19 pm
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Odin had sat outside in an alleyway for quite a while as he tried to organically find a way for his mind to calm down. Relax. Be at peace. It wouldn't go. The same itch continued at the back of his skull that began to drive him mad in prison. The feeling of wanting to off himself. The attempt at wiping his existence from the planet. Nobody knew about it. Just Mallory, but, Odin knew the other man wouldn't tell anyone. Odin survived and now Julian was dead. Kid was like a ******** mockery from God reminding him of the broken little ink mage he'd destroyed. Ink covered his face just like Julian bled. He was young, weak, frail. Maybe someone planted Kid for Odin to walk into. Maybe the ghouls wanted Odin to know they finished him off and this was their way of telling him from outside those walls. Maybe it was just the universe reminding Odin he was a piece of s**t.
"PICK UP." He shouted angrily as he slammed his finger against the End Call button on the touch screen. "Moron. The ******** am I supposed to do about this now?"
And one moment of shitty regret quickly transformed.
Odin kicked his front door open again, the musky scent of weed quickly chased through the door after him. Odin's face was a light red shade with bloodshot eyes, glazed over with a wet layer that made it look as though he'd been crying. There was no telling if the werewolf even possessed enough emotions to cry or not, so it was anyone's guess. Odin glared around seeing the patch on the carpet where Kid had been sick. When he walked through towards the bathroom to see a bag of ice sitting beneath Kid's wrist. The boy's bare skin was exposed as he sat in nothing but his boxers. "The ******** you still doing in the bathroom?" Odin asked. He spun around tossing a bag from the corner store onto the couch cushions. He got some obvious things. Pain killers. A wrist splint. Snacks. Tons of weed from that kid, Kae, he was forced to buy from. Odin couldn't stay with his old crowd. His old drug addict friends from before prison. He hadn't spoken to any of them since his release.
Odin pulled a joint from a cigarette pack in his pocket and placed the joint inside of Kid's mouth. "Hold it." He demanded wanting Kid to keep the thing between his lips. "Lighter!" Odin called aggressively over his shoulder wanting Ruven to dig one up and bring it to the werewolf. There must've been about a thousand hidden round the small apartment. Odin was making a conscious effort to skip eye contact with the human. He gazed at the boy's chest, but was quickly troubled when he noticed the scars. Reminded him of that night Julian was traumatized of Hotts. His whole body took a beating. There was no telling what happened in the human's past to leave a mark like that. "Get up. Go to the bed."
Odin knew it was near kidnapping as he forced the boy to stay with him. He was scared that the human would report him to someone. Hell, the werewolf was considering trying to find a caim that would fix everything up and leave Kid as though he hadn't been touched. He was at a complete fork in the road since he didn't believe in using caims in the slightest. He knew the more they healed the more ******** up they got. It scared Odin even more that they could see parts of his life. He tried to keep those bits of him secret from the world. The idea of a caim being able to uncover them drove Odin mad. It would be different with Kid though, he'd get fixed up and even if he went to the police he'd be unable to prove anything.
Was it worth it? Odin wasn't sure how he'd even find a caim to heal the human with. He only ever met one in his life, and they certainly wouldn't do him the favor if he asked. Odin left the male on bad terms. He didn't even have the guy's number anymore.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 4:25 pm
It was good to know that he was right about Kid being a slave from a shop. The bad thing was the fact that it probably made the situation worse for everyone involved. 'How troublesome,' he thought to himself before he focused on the part about someone looking to buy the slave. Ruven didn't care if it was true or not, although he had his doubts for certain reasons, but he was definitely in deep s**t if he returned so damaged. "I see," was all he said in response since he didn't feel the need to ask any more questions at the moment. After all, it's not like he had to know which shop it was right that second and he didn't think any other details were important enough to know.
He figured it was an improvement to find that Kid was just a bit sleepy when he returned. Some might be worried since there was a myth running around that someone with a concussion shouldn't fall asleep; but that wasn't exactly the case. In fact, it might be easier to deal with him if he took a little nap; although he was being rather cooperative. "I have no idea," he started to respond to the question about the werewolf, "he never tells me anything." Ruven was about to say more but decided against it since he could hear his owner coming.
A moment later the door was kicked open and a familiar smell reached his nose as Odin got closer: weed. His eyes looked horrible; but it was pointless to try to figure out why. Drugs would be his first guess anyway. Instead of making a comment that would only get him in trouble, the elf moved out of the way as his owner started to take charge. It was a relief really--now he didn't have to make any decisions. All he had to do was listen to any orders that were given to him. The first one being that he had to find a lighter.
It didn't take him that long to find what he was looking for since he had an idea of where one was hiding. Good thing he kept a mental record of such things. Ruven brought it over to his owner and either handed it to him or lit the joint himself--depending on what he was told to do and if Kid just went with it. With that done he went over to the plastic bag to take a look at what was inside. "Did you get a splint?" He asked before he actually got to the bag that he assumed had some things that might be useful. After all, Odin seemed intent on fixing the slave up. The reason he asked the question was mainly to tell them what he was doing. It also gave time for the werewolf to stop him from looking in the bag just in case there was something private. You just never know with Odin sometimes. "Do you want me to put it on?" He questioned once he realized that a splint was bought. If permission was given then he went about his task while trying to be gentle if at all possible. Otherwise he would have just stayed out of the way and let Odin handle it.
Ruven was just going to let his owner decide what to do next; but the guy seemed to be struggling. Instead of trying to figure out exactly what Odin was thinking, he decided to just prompt some type of action with a couple of questions even though it might make him do more work in the long run. "Want me to take him back? Or do you have another place you want to stop by first?" The elf glanced at the injured one between questions while keeping most of his focus on Odin. Moving things along would make the situation end sooner--and that was all he really cared about. Although it was probably important to note that whatever lie Kid might come up with would be harder to make convincing since they tried to treat him as best they could. Bringing him to the apartment was an incredibly stupid idea that just complicated things more than needed. Not that he would mention that fact to anyone in the room.
LOCATION: The apartment with Odin and Kid.
What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2016 10:03 am
It didn't seem like Ruven cared very much about his status as a slave, and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Of course, there wasn't really someone who was looking to buy him, but maybe someone was going to come in that would want him while he was gone! What if they did? And he was too late? The thought made him incredibly anxious, but Ruven said he didn't know when Odin was going to come back. Kid fidgeted a tiny bit, but before he could say anything in reply, he heard the door kicked open and swallowed his words, shrinking back against the back of the toilet.
There was a strange smell that followed Odin into the apartment, but not an unfamiliar one for Kid. Oftentimes the people who he made deliveries to for his old mistress smelled like that. He'd always wondered what it was from, but had never had the courage to ask, lest the answer be unpleasant. Now, maybe he would find out. The larger male's eyes looked bloodshot, just like theirs had been, too. When Odin stormed into the bathroom, Kid flinched instinctively, his gaze going down to the floor. "I-I-I d-don't know," he responded to the male's question, terrified that Odin was going to hurt him again. Why was he still in the bathroom? He'd only been doing what Ruven said! He thought to say that, but it didn't really seem like it would matter.
His blue-eyed gaze lifted as he watched Odin pull what looked like a cigarette from his pocket. He only blinked when the joint was stuck between his lips, but didn't try to spit it out or pull it out with his good hand. It definitely wasn't a cigarette; he could tell by the smell and the slight taste it left on his tongue. He should not have licked it, even out of curiosity. It was awful. Kid tried to keep the disgust off his face, but luckily it seemed like Odin was pretty distracted by his own thoughts or... something.
Kid rose from the toilet when Odin commanded that he go to the bed. For a second he debated on if he should take the ice pack with him or not, but since Odin hadn't specified, he left it behind. He could always go back and get it if Odin yelled at him some more. He kept the joint between his lips as he slowly moved over and sat down on the bed, trying to be careful because everything still hurt, though the pain wasn't as bad since he'd taken the medicine. He would have to remember to thank Ruven for that. His blue eyes flitted over to the elf when he came over and started looking through the bag, asking Odin questions about what he should do. A splint? For his wrist? Maybe that meant he would get to go back to the shop soon!
"I won't tell anyone," he suddenly spoke up, looking at Odin earnestly. It was a little hard to speak with the joint between his lips, but he pushed it to the corner of his mouth and tried. "I'll lie. I won't tell anyone you hurt me. When the shop owner asks, I'll... I'll just say someone tried to mug me. I mean, I don't have any money but..." He trailed off, still gazing up at the large man who'd attacked him.
WHERE · Odin's apartment. ___ WITH · Ruven and Odin. ___ FEELING · Tired and in pain.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 6:00 am
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”I-I-I d-don’t know,” The human said. Obviously, he was feeling scared of the dominate werewolf storming back into the house nearly screaming at him. Odin rolled his eyes towards the ceiling as he crossed his arms leaning against the bathroom wall. Part of the male wanted to scream at Kid until he began acting normal, the other part of him was starting to put together the pieces to see that Kid absolutely wasn’t normal. Some submissive scared kid. Or maybe he was just acting that way since Odin was the dangerous one.
”Calm it. You don’t got a reason to be some stuttering mess.” He said waving his hand to the side. ”Christ.” He sighed. It was pathetic. The boy was so helpless. Odin just wanted the human to be more comfortable or some s**t. Sitting in the bathroom wasn’t as nice as sitting on a bed. Odin hadn’t ever realized how nice his shitty mattress was until he was introduced to the plastic ones when he was trapped in prison. He loved stopping home for his awkwardly timed naps before he hit the night shift or couldn’t be bothered existing at 2PM on a weekend.
”Did you get a splint?”
Blitter sarcasm was pouring out of Odin’s lips before he could stop himself. ”No I ********’ bought a roll of tape to help him. How stupid are you?” What else would Odin have grabbed while he was out? ”Course it’s in there you idiot.” Odin said rolling his eyes to the side. ”His wrist is ********> The werewolf wasn’t very gentle with the subject even though Kid was right in front of him. He was still leaning over the boy sticking the joint in the poor kid’s mouth. ”Do you want me to put it on?” The slave asked. Ruven began clawing through the bag to grab the splint Odin had bought. The blond’s head lifted as he narrowed his glance the moment Ruven asked if he wanted Odin to take the slave back or what. Odin would’ve answered had he any idea what he wanted to do with the human.
Odin didn’t want to get in trouble. If he returned Kid in that condition he’d be questioned. If Ruven returned the human wouldn’t they track who Ruven belonged to? It would still be obvious Odin had something to do with it. Odin didn’t know if he could even trust Ruven yet. The relationship was awkward. Odin tried to avoid going home because it depressed him. His apartment depressed him. Ruven depressed him. Everything he owned depressed him. Odin knew Ruven couldn’t possibly be happy with him. Odin screamed at his slave non-stop. Why wouldn’t the elf want to have Odin put away? Kid was walking to the bed and left the ice pack behind like the idiot he was. The 28-year-old snatched it from the side of the sink and trotted behind the boy tossing it next to Kid. He went back to thinking about everything Ruven might be planning to do that would be bad for Odin, but good for himself. Before Odin could finish going through a few different outcomes the boy cut in. ”I won’t tell anyone,” Odin’s expression was pretty dead as his eyes shifted towards Kid. The human could be lying too. Anyone could. He could easily lead them right back to Odin’s home saying he’d ******** him up. s**t. Odin didn’t want to get in prison again.
”Yeah.” Odin responded apathetically as he moved to the kitchen slamming the fridge open. His gut feeling was still telling him to kidnap the boy. Keep him here for a few weeks until he was better then return him saying he’d found the thing wandering the streets. The slave would be in trouble for running away. Odin wouldn’t be in trouble for theft. He turned back around staring at the boy and crossed his arms as the fridge shut behind him. His thumb rose and he gently scratched his nose. s**t. He hated this. ”Just ********’ take him back then.” Odin scowled as he broke away from the slave and walked for the bathroom. ”Just take whatever you want.” He said slamming the bathroom door to lock himself inside. Surely the slave would help himself to anything in Odin’s apartment that looked appealing. Maybe it would help shut him up for all the trouble Odin caused. Slaves never owned much to start with did they? Odin would’ve just threw money at the boy but let’s face it… The last 5 dollars he had in his wallet he wanted to use for the laundromat.
Odin didn’t have s**t to give Kid. It was humiliating.
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