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 Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2016 9:56 pm
& BREATHING IN THE CHEMICALS
│CREATED BY LYRCA
│· Residential.
│· Odin's Apartment.
│· Closed Thread.
│· Odin & Ruven.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2016 10:10 pm
 i █████████ █████████ █████████ __________________________ I DIDN'T ASK FOR MY OWN LIFE, BUT I'LL TAKE IT
x♟ ᴏᴅɪɴ ᴄʏᴘʀᴇss
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2016 9:41 am
  The elf was in the bathroom tending to his bodily functions when Odin started to breakdown. It wasn't until he flushed the toilet, washed his hands and opened the door to the bathroom that he noticed something was wrong. His first thought was, 'ugh what is it this time?' Ruven watched from the doorway as he analyzed the situation. The guy was grabbing his neck as if he just ingested something dangerous--or maybe felt like his airway was closing. That was when a gasp managed to escape from Odin's mouth. This situation was quite different from anything he had experienced in the past. Something seemed terribly wrong and it made him glance toward the front door. Ruven wanted to get the hell out of there. That was his instinctive reaction; but he didn't for some reason. The elf took a quiet step forward whether or not he had been noticed at that point or not. That's when he saw the hand that was gripping Odin's chest. Wait, was he having a heart attack!? s**t. He had no idea what was going on. His mind raced through things he learned as a way to try to find the answer; but there was no way he would figure it out. He just didn't have any information besides what he was currently witnessing.
Odin never really revealed much about himself in the first place. Whenever they had a decent conversation it was rather short. The only time they might have done something that others would see as a bonding experience was when they went for a run or to the gym. Of course Ruven wouldn't even consider those moments as hang out time. Hell, the first time they went to the gym Odin overworked his elven body to the point that he was sore for weeks--at least that seemed to be the case. After that they might have gone to the gym together; but they didn't interact. Ruven took it upon himself to watch how the other went about it before figuring out a routine that worked for him. As for the runs, Odin always left him behind. It was frustrating to see how hard it was to keep up; but that probably motivated him more than anything else would. It was a small victory in his eyes every time he happened to keep up a noticeable amount longer. Still, he would never considering that a bonding experience. The brunette merely wanted to work on his body as much as he used to work on his mind. That's the main reason he hung out with the other elf; although their activities focused on their elven traits. He wasn't training with his buddies. Ruven was just using these people to better himself. There was no bonding involved.
That is what he told himself; but his current actions might have said otherwise. After all, he was now kneeling next to his owner instead of trusting his gut and slipping out the front door. Ruven could have said that he was told to do an errand and was absent when this happened--assuming that he was questioned because it caused his owner's death. It was too late now though. He would just have to deal with the consequences. "What's wrong? Do you need me to get anything? Call 911?" His tone didn't sound worried; but it might have been laced with a bit of concern. The elf definitely didn't know what to do and wasn't even sure if it would have been a good idea to try to get him to calm down with a gentle touch to the shoulder. That's why he didn't attempt to make any type of physical contact with the werewolf.
Ruven was looking for guidance from the other when he asked those questions because he couldn't think of anything else. It was true that the elf was confident when he knew what was going on and how to handle the situation; but when he didn't that was another story. The brunette doesn't normally act without knowing the details and that's all there was to it. He had to be sure his actions were correct before he just did something on his own accord. In this situation he only knew that Odin was having a hard time breathing and that his lungs or heart might be in pain. That wasn't a lot to go on really--maybe calling 911 was the best decision in this situation.
LOCATION: At the apartment with Odin.
What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2016 10:31 am
i █████████ █████████ █████████ __________________________ I DIDN'T ASK FOR MY OWN LIFE, BUT I'LL TAKE IT
x♟ ᴏᴅɪɴ ᴄʏᴘʀᴇss
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 10:37 am
The first response was a bit surprising; although he didn't show it. Odin wasn't the type to admit that he needed help. The fact that he said yes, regardless of how quickly it was revoked, made the situation serious compared to anything else Ruven had experienced. The elf glanced down at the hand that was suddenly latched onto his arm. No blood was drawn; but it definitely hurt. It was quite possibly that he would find bruises there later. Ruven didn't try to break free though. That was because he felt like it would only make things worse. Instead, he returned his gaze to his owner as he barely uttered some nonsense about being fine. Anyone could tell that he was not okay. Trying to put on a front in this situation was just pointless. Still, he wasn't about to mention that to the guy. Silence seemed to be his best option at the moment. Ruven just didn't trust himself to say the right thing--assuming there was something he could say that would actually help.
Then he was released right before Odin went to stand up. The elf stayed in the position on the floor for a second before he got up as well. His eyes watched the werewolf while he rubbed his injured arm subconsciously. The guy was uttering stuff that made him sound like a lunatic; but Ruven assumed it was really an attempt to stay under control. Regardless of the actual reason behind those words, the elf definitely felt like he needed to get out of there as soon as possible. That's why he started to inch ever so quietly toward the front door while he kept his red orbs glued to his owner. The elf didn't know what might happen next so tried to be ready to react to whatever might happen next.
It wasn't long before the werewolf started to throw things around: now that was something that was a bit more normal. To think that a grown man trashing his apartment was less worrisome meant that you were hanging out with someone you shouldn't be. Of course Ruven didn't have a choice in the matter. Then again he could always attempt to run away, turn his owner in or countless other things that probably wouldn't work. If they did he would only be in more trouble than before. That's why he stuck around while attempting to deal with Odin's antics as best he could.
Ruven made it to the door when the werewolf switched locations. As quietly as he could, the brunette quickly opened the door when Odin started destroying the fan. Hopefully the sound of destruction would cover up any noticeable noise he just made. The elf didn't even bother to close it all the way; but it would look shut if anyone glanced over. As soon as he was in the hallway he pulled out the phone that was given to him and called Ian. Ruven never used the cell when his owner was around because he didn't want to deal with any questions or unpleasant reactions the other might have. He also never called. The elf only texted once in a while and even then it wasn't often. Normally he wanted to meet up with his fellow elf to hone his natural abilities. The fact that he was calling should suggest that something serious was going on.
The elf heard the first ring as he started to walk away from the apartment. He probably should have dialed the number as he was walking away just in case Odin came out of the apartment to fetch him for some reason. Hopefully Ian would pick up while the brunette rushed down the stairs--assuming the werewolf didn't get to him first of course.
LOCATION: At the apartment with Odin.
What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 11:50 am
Alykia I'm doing baby posts for the phone call. Hope you don't mind. ████████████████████████████████████████████████
His phone had rung as he was drying his hair. Ian turned off the blow drier and gently placed it on the counter as he reached for his phone.
"Hello?" Ian asked, it was odd Ruven was calling him since that didn't happen before. The guy seemed rather shy. "Is everything alright?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 12:31 pm
Ruven breathed out a sigh of relief when the other answered the phone. "Odin is acting stranger than usual. He is having trouble getting words out and started listing off items and their colors. I left because he started destroying things. Something just felt off as soon as I saw him and I'm not sure what I am supposed to do." His words were said with urgency while not being uttered too fast. It wouldn't help to say things in a way that caused unnecessary worry or wasn't audible in the slightest.
Lyrca That's fine. I was wondering how you replied so fast haha
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 12:44 pm
Alykia Lol. I got good at typing. Up to 6OO words per minute. ████████████████████████████████████████████████
"Stranger?" Ian asked gently rubbing his neck. When Ian said Odin had begun to destroy things it caused an uneasy feeling in Ian's stomach. He'd seen some of Odin's fits in the past. This wasn't good. "Do you need me to come over? You can stay with me tonight if you need to." Ian was sure if he stopped by to make sure Odin was okay then brought Ruven home with him things would go smoothly. Odin could finish having his hissy fit and Ruven would be out of danger.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 1:04 pm
That was not the response he was looking for; but it wasn't surprising either. Ruven really just wanted an explanation or hint as to what to do. Maybe the mumbling about the colors of things was normal in Ian's eyes. Usually people get upset over something that makes them go into a rage. It just didn't seem to be the same this time. That's why he called; but the way Ian reacted made him feel like calling was a mistake. It was frustrating and got him wondering if he was overthinking the situation.
"Yeah," he replied after a little thought while stopping in the middle of the stairway. At that point he was halfway to the ground floor. "That might be a good idea." He accepted the help because it was better than wandering around alone waiting for Odin to calm down--assuming that was all that was needed. He wasn't about to go wait in the apartment though. Right now he felt safer outside and that's where he was headed.
Lyrca Geez...I mean I've gotten faster at posting; but not THAT fast. Usually I take a while to post because I'm thinking about the next bit or making sure I didn't mess up grammar and s**t cause I'm not the best at that I feel.. haha
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2016 6:40 am
Ian let out a deep breath as he closed his phone and looked into the mirror. Odin acting strange. He was used to that. Odin had always been strange. Always been off. But now things were different. The werewolf had finally crossed a line using drugs that contributed to thousands of deaths a year. Odin was a felon now. The werewolf was put in the same category as people who did terrible, terrible things. It was difficult to know who Odin was anymore. The werewolf had always gotten into small scraps and fights growing up, but did he now get pleasure in seriously hurting people? Did Odin have the capability of seriously hurting people without feeling remorse?
There were so many damn things Ian just wasn’t sure of anymore. It scared the lycan. When you didn’t talk to someone for nearly ten years how were you to know what their limits had become? Ian was fast to throw on a sweatshirt and rush out the door, telling Acacius to stay behind and go home without him. Ian already knew how the guy felt about his brother. The relationship was complicated. The elf wasn’t so forgiving after seeing how disappointing Odin had become. Ian’s slave had always been rather protective over him though. The type of friend that tried to keep you away from all the bad in the world. Ian wasn’t a child even though a lot of people still saw him as one.
Ian felt lucky that the werewolf’s apartment was so close to that dingy subway station. He got off the train car and glanced at all the graffiti staining the walls. It wasn’t the pretty type of graffiti that added to the atmosphere either. Curse words, gang symbols, and provocative images shoved themselves in your face the moment you stepped off the subway. Ian walked briskly towards the familiar street, the alleys leading him quickly to his brother’s street. He wandered down the uneven pavement and finally came to that off-colored blue door. ”Hey, Ruven. You alright?” Ian asked as he glanced at his watch to see how long it had took him to get there since the call. About twenty minutes. That wasn’t so bad, he was lucky he came from his gym and not his apartment which was all the way across the city.
”I’ll go check on him alright? You don’t have to come but I’d appreciate the company. I’m sure we can settle this and it doesn’t need to be turned into any big deal or anything along those lines.” Ranting. Was he stalling? Ian meditated an exhale as he began to walk for the door. He opened up the entrance and moved down the hallway until he got to the steps. The lycan trotted up until he arrived at 3C.
Knock knock.
”Odin! I’ve come for a visit I hope that’s alright. I was close in the neighborhood and stuff.” Ian stated as he turned at the knob to see it was left unlocked. He pushed a couple times until the jammed door flew open and the lycan’s eyes went wide as he saw Odin forming some ******** trash-nest in the middle of his apartment. The only thing all the objects seemed to have in common was their color. Odin was like a dragon forming his own pile of treasure he could sit atop while he waited for knights to try to come by and claim his bounty. ”Er… Odin…” Ian scratched the back of his neck. ”What’s he doing?” The lycan asked glancing towards Ruven for some attempt at getting an answer as to what all this madness was.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2016 7:29 am
Ruven was definitely relieved that his owner appeared to be so focused on his rampage that he didn't seem to notice or care that the elf left. It might have been smarter just to enjoy a night out and come back when Odin was hopefully in a better state of mind. Unfortunately he already called Ian and had to stick around. Still, the more he waited the more he wondered why he didn't just dip out at the beginning and leave Odin alone. It probably would have been a much simpler way to deal with the situation.
Twenty minutes later Ian showed up. "I'll be fine. Thanks for coming." He actually meant that; but not in a relieved kind of way. Ian has been quite dependable so far and that was an important trait in the brunette's eyes--for more than one reason. Of course the typical way he babbled on was a bit annoying though. The guy could have just said 'let's go check up on my brother' or something of the sort. Ruven was the slave after all. The lycan should have just made him come, because that is what he really wanted, instead of giving the elf an option. "I'll come." It was all he said in response before they made their way up to the apartment.
The way Ian made his presence known was much appreciated. It probably would have been bad, for both of them, if Odin found out that his slave was the one that made his brother come over for a supposed visit. The elf didn't notice how the items had something in common until the door was opened. He probably didn't realize it before because he was attempting to make his quiet escape and focused most of his attention on his owner: not the pile. Now that he could assess the situation in a calmer state Odin definitely seemed to be having some kind of mental breakdown. Of course he wasn't a doctor and couldn't diagnosis anything; but the obsession with the color of items seemed telling. First he was mumbling something about them and now he was making a trash heap of a certain color. The bad thing about it was the fact that his brother didn't appear to have any clue about what was going on or how to handle the situation.
In response to the question he merely shrugged before he decided to add in his two cents almost as an afterthought. "Maybe having a mental breakdown...should we contact his doctor?" Ruven was assuming that his owner had a doctor of sorts; but he didn't actually know that. Sure he probably had the standard physician since people with money would; although Odin didn't appear to have much so even that was debatable. That wasn't the type of doctor that would be much help anyway. There had to be someone watching over him to some degree though. It would make sense since he was on parole; although someone wasn't doing a good job at making sure the guy wasn't doing something stupid. At least that was how it appeared to be as far as the elf was concerned.
LOCATION: At the apartment with Ian and Odin.
What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 7:05 am
i █████████ █████████ █████████ __________________________ I DIDN'T ASK FOR MY OWN LIFE, BUT I'LL TAKE IT
x♟ ᴏᴅɪɴ ᴄʏᴘʀᴇss
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 7:07 am
Odin had seriously become a stranger to Ian the past ten years. And it scared him. As children Ian knew how to read between the lines with the werewolf. When Odin made certain sounds he knew what they meant. When Odin said things like: You’re okay sometimes he really meant something more along the lines of I love you. Odin used to be rough around the edges but he always had redeeming qualities that made him good. Ian understood that. He knew how to read between the lines. But this? Playing dragon. Making a mess of his place. The second Ruven mentioned a doctor Odin cut in saying he was fine. That he was just trying to tear the place apart to find some silver that had found it’s way into his apartment. Ian’s lips tightened slightly. He didn’t know what that meant. Was there something between the lines here?
”Um Odin…” Ian muttered. ”There’s no silver here. There never has been. Mom and dad got rid of it when you were born. You’ve never been around Silver before.” He glanced at Ruven as he tried to figure out why there might even be silver in the place. Odin had to be making it up though. If Odin found any silver he could just ask Ruven to get rid of it for him. It’s not like he’d die from a small amount of contact with it anyways. A werewolf’s allergic reaction took a little time before it started to get bad. It was nothing for Odin to act so traumatized about. ”You haven’t bought anything silver for here either. There’s no silver in your home. That stuff is just metal and tin and cheap alternatives or whatever. Silver is really expensive.” Ian paused a moment trying hard not to make it seem awkward. He didn’t want his brother to think he was insulting the guy for being poor. Odin worked shitty jobs that kept him well below the poverty line.
But Odin didn’t seem offended. He didn’t seem to even listen to his younger brother. Instead, the werewolf took off and went into his locked room, quickly closing the door behind him. Ian’s head tilted to the side slightly. Back at their old home Odin was given two rooms. One, his bedroom. The other, his room. On full moons Odin needed to be locked away so he wouldn’t bring harm to anyone. The doctors recommended they don’t drug a child, and so they’d all have to listen to the werewolf going ******** bonkers as it tries desperately to escape. Ian didn’t know much about Odin’s rooms but he knew that his brother was extremely territorial over them. He didn’t allow anyone inside and if he smelled something off when he went in he’d throw a fit threatening everyone he could find.
Ian used to think it was Odin’s happy place. A little room all to himself where he was safe and went when he was upset. As Ian got older, he began to see it more like an addiction or prison for his brother. It was the place Odin went to often after Ian tattled on his brother for murdering a cat. Without being able to take out his angst on living things, Odin became more isolated and harder to speak with. The two never discussed it much. Ian never learned if Odin had just been livid at him or the attitude shift was because Odin no longer had an outlet to take out his pent up aggression. In fact, Ian didn’t know if he was supposed to try and get through to his brother now or not. He smiled at Ruven. ”Sorry. I’ll handle it don’t worry.” He moved towards the forbidden door and gently knocked on it.
”Odin I’ll help you look for the silver, but you gotta come out.” He promised. ”We’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you. You’re important. It’ll be alright.” Ian knocked again gently a couple more times.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 7:47 am
The situation was getting stranger; but at least there was some kind of explanation for the pile of like colors that were on the floor. Ian was probably right though. There shouldn't be any silver in the apartment. There was no way Ruven would have gotten something like that and brought it back. That would have been asking for trouble. He didn't need to deal with more than he had to already. The only bad thing was the fact that Odin was apparently listening to what they said and he basically just called his owner crazy. That could definitely bite him in the a** later.
Despite what he thought, Ruven stepped into the apartment when Odin ordered him to find the silver. At least he was assuming that the werewolf was aiming that command at him. The brunette didn't spend a lot of energy on the search because it seemed pointless. He just wanted to make it look like he was doing what he was told. That didn't really matter though. After all, Odin disappeared into the other room not long after he made the demand.
The elf stopped whatever he was doing to look over at Ian when he spoke to him. Ruven merely gave him an encouraging smile in response. It was a genuine look because he wanted the issue dealt with sooner rather than later. Not to mention the fact that he wanted to stay out of it as much as possible. Still, if Odin happened to come back out he would busy himself with looking for the piece of silver if that was what was needed. The elf still wasn't sure if they were handling the situation correctly though.
LOCATION: At the apartment with Ian and Odin.
What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
Lyrca Lame post...but he wouldn't really do anything else.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2016 7:38 am
i █████████ █████████ █████████ __________________________ I DIDN'T ASK FOR MY OWN LIFE, BUT I'LL TAKE IT
x♟ ᴏᴅɪɴ ᴄʏᴘʀᴇss
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