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 Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 2:28 am
Disclaimer: This is a private roleplay thread for Draken and Amnesia-- or simply my Anthropomorphs and Ko's Anthropomorphs.
Summarizing what happened: Draken got pretty beat up after protecting his brother Durk (this was simply a plot, meaning no other Anthros had taken place in this plot). Durk and Draken had been in a fight, so Draken had been all by himself when the actual beating of Draken had taken place. Amnesia just so happened to be wandering by, saw the bloodied up bunny, picked him up, and took him home (kind of like he was a stray). This roleplay will start off after the big fight, with Amnesia just now returning home with the beat-up Draken.
Er.. I think that's pretty much it. 83
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 2:44 am
A tall coon wearing feminine clothing walked up to a house-- his house-- and pushed the unlocked door open. Stepping inside, shifting a bloodied red bunny over his shoulder, he turned and closed the door, locking it securely. Sighing ever so lightly, the coon then turned and shifted the bunny back down into his arms. Glancing around for somewhere to put him, he grimaced, disliking the thought of getting any of his perfectly cleaned furniture bloody. That would leave a stain! Heaven's no, he couldn't have that happening.
Everything in the home seemed to be organized in some way or another, and everything was very spotless. Grumbling at the fact that he had already gotten his clothes stained with blood, he walked into the bathroom and gently set the bunny down in the tub before he turned and left the bathroom to enter a room next door. Carefully peeling off his clothes, he grumbled and groaned, throwing them directly into the trash. There would be no getting those stains out without bleaching them, and then he would just have huge miscolored spots on his clothes-- how distressing it was to help others.
Still very unhappy with how things had been going already, he pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a white shirt that was too big even for him. Clothes he could really care less about, but still wasn't pleased at the risk of getting them bloody either. Turning, the obsessive-compulsive coon walked back into the bathroom where he carefully stripped the bunny out of his clothes. Taking those clothes, he threw them in the washer and started a cycle that would be a very long one. Unlike most, this coon did not gawk at the sight of a naked body in his tub, nor did he take advantage of the situation.
Grabbing a cloth he could care less about, he filled a wooden bowl with lukewarm water before returning to the tub. Sitting over the edge of the tub, he dampened the cloth before gently dabbing at the wounds. Realizing that the bunny was out cold, he felt free to be his obsessive-compulsive self, using tweasers to pluck out every last rock, and the cloth to thoroughly scrub the wound clean. Soaking the cloth after each use, to ensure that there wouldn't be stains left, he would get up and switch the water every three times he used the cloth on the wounds.
Grabbing a needle and thread, he carefully stitched up the bigger gashes in the skin, making sure that each stitch was evenly spaced out. Yes, even in a time like this he paid very close attention to each and every detail. It was probably a good thing that back when he was younger his father, who was a doctor, had forced him into medical school. He was now a doctor himself, but he was currently not working at any clinic or hospital. He perferred to do this type of thing-- a good deed-- taking someone badly beaten and fixing them up, then nursing them back to health, at no cost at all. It just seemed like the more correct thing to do. Why make someone pay for you to help them? that was just ridiculous.
With the wounds stitched up, he gave them one more cleaning before he turned on the water, filling the tub half way with lukewarm water. Grabbing a new cloth, letting the other soak in the sink, he applied soap to it and began to scrub lightly at the bunny's fur, making sure he got out any clumps of dried blood-- not to mention getting all the dirt off of him. In the most professional manner, he scrubbed the bunny's entire body clean, not once taking advantage of the situation-- that wasn't his type of thing. Sighing softly, he rinsed the cloth out and emptied the bowl he had beside the tub, filling it with new water to dump on the bunny to wash the soap free of his fur. Reaching for the shampoo, he lifted the bunny's tiny body and leaned it against his own, tilting the unconcious boy's head back to dump a bowl-full of water very carefully on his hair, making sure he didn't get him in the face. Washing this little creature's hair would prove to be a most difficult task.
Getting a pea-sized drop of shampoo in his hand, he supported the fragile body in one arm while he ran his hand through the scruffy blonde hair, gently massaging all around the scalp to spread the shampoo. Once that was completed, he grabbed the bowl and gently tilted the other boy's head back, running water carefully over his hair, trying his best to keep it away from the bunny's ears and face. Succeeding with that, he smiled and ran a hand through the blonde hair, making sure that he had gotten all the suds out. Satisfied with himself, he drained the tub before leaning the bunny back in it as he went to fetch a towel.
As he did, he heard a soft knock on the door. Grumbling to himself, he opened the door to find that his 'roommate' had returned home. Allowing the quiet demon to enter into the house, he didn't bother to explain anything as he closed the door and walked back into the bathroom with a beach towel. Setting the towel on his lap, he carefully lifted the bunny and wrapped him up in it before carrying him bridal-style into the living room-- ignoring his roommate-- though it wasn't like Durk'Amiidis had given much of a reaction anyway.
Entering his bedroom, he closed the door and set the bunny down in a chair as he hunted for clothes that may possibly fit. Finding none, he turned to the aid of his roommate, who luckily had clothes that would fit better than his own. Taking the shirt and boxers, he returned his room and laid them neatly on his bed before picking the bunny up and setting him in his lap, drying his body off completely before dressing him neatly. Once that was done, he turned to drying the boy's hair, which was a rather simple job. Gently picking him up, he peeled back the covers and set him into the bed, covering him back up before he turned and exited the room, closing the door behind him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 3:14 am
Hours later the bunny began to stir in his unconcious state, slowly but surely becoming more concious with each passing moment. Once in the state of a light sleep, he murmured and snuggled down into the warm covers, only to feel pain surging throughout his body. Gasping, his blue eyes shot open as he sat up swiftly-- causing him to come to learn that sitting up only made the pain intensify ten-fold.
Groaning in pain, he winced as he gently pushed the covers back, only to find himself neatly bandaged up. What... what happened? had Durk found him and taken him to a hospital? Glancing quickly around the room - paying no attention to any form of detail - he shook his head. No, this definately was not a hospital bed. It seemed like a normal room. Was this... was this Durk's home? well, that was one possibility but it sure as hell wouldn't be so neat and tidy if it was his house.
Not just that, but Durk's scent was no where to be found. Everything was so foreign and unfamiliar, and with his body aching badly enough to make him think he had been trampled by a stampede of buffalo, he really couldn't tell if anything had been done to him or not-- though he highly doubted it. Blue eyes tracing down to the clothes he was wearing, he blinked. Hey! These were definately not his clothes-- somebody had better have an explination as to where his favorite shirt was.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he slowly edged out of the bed and found that his feet landed directly in slippers... and they actually fit. Cocking his head to the side, he stood and turned around, fixing the pillows and making the bed, smoothing out the wrinkles. He had a feeling that whomever had taken him in and fixed him up liked things to be neat and orderly-- and he wouldn't want to upset anyone who had been kind enough to take care of him.
Taking a step, he grabbed his stomach and nearly doubled over from a shot of pain that ran through his body. Taking a moment to stand in one place, his blue eyes finally began to soak up all the details of the room he was standing in. No Anthropomorph this neat would ever even think of stepping foot inside Durk's house, so it must not be anyone that actually associated with Durk-- or at least didn't live with him.
Slowly, and very carefully, he made his way towards the bedroom door. Reaching out for the knob, he blinked and realized just how shiney and brand new it looked. Glancing around the room, he found a small box of rubber gloves. Placing them over his hands, he opened the door and stepped outside, his back turned to everything around him as he closed the door. Peeling off the gloves, he threw them into the garbage and turned around to finally face what seemed to be the living room.
Seeing a demon sitting on the couch, cuddling a teddy bear and reading a book, he raised a brow. Now he certainly couldn't be his rescuer.. could he? assuming that the demon wasn't the one who had patched him up, he looked around, soaking up the details with his light blue eyes. It was a beautiful home, indeed, and everything could be found so easily... and he didn't even know where anything was!
That was jus thow organized this place actually was. A small smirk crossed over his lips as he turned and sniffed the air. Mmmm, something smelt delicious. Following his nose, with one arm crossed over his stomach, he found the kitchen-- his eyes landing on the back of a coon who was cooking. Even from just staring at the back of his head, he knew that for one, this had to be his rescuer, and for two he had to be hot.
Long flowing, slightly ringletted, lavendar colored hair, a very nice figure shown off in sweat pants that were rolled down around his hips and a tight black shirt. Mmmmm, that alone was just about enough to satisfy the hunger that had grown in his stomach. Slowly entering the kitchen, he pulled out a chair and sat down, wincing but trying not to make any sounds-- he didn't want to disturb the coon.
Perhaps, if his rescuer was a sexual fellow, he'd be able to get a little dessert in the bedroom after the meal was done. Was it breakfast? No, it couldn't be breakfast-- or at least it didn't smell like breakfast. Lunch generally wasn't a big meal, and it seemed like the coon was making a fairly decent meal... so it had to be dinner-- unless, of course, this coon was the type to make a healthy meal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Either way he was hoping to get some bedroom treats. Mentally chuckling at himself for still being able to think of naughty things even in his current state, he shook his head. Oh well - him being hurt would give the coon a certain advantage. Oh, naughty, naughty.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 3:46 am
Fully aware that he was being stared at, the coon did his best to ignore that little fact and continued with cooking. The bunny had still been passed out during breakfast and lunch, so it was dinner time that he had woken up just in time for. Knowing that it was the bunny only because the scent did not belong to Durk'Amiidis, he shook his head softly, reaching up a hand briefly to push lavendar hair from his face.
The bunny had woken up at perfect timing, actually. Everything had been prepared and he was just getting the final touches in. Grabbing a large bowl from the counter, he turned and sat it down in the center of the table before he turned back, grabbing six smaller bowls-- balancing them on his arms and hands like a waitress-- filled with random fruits and vegitables. Setting the smaller bowls down, spacing them evenly apart around the large bowl filled with head lettuce, he offered a warm smile towards the bunny.
Deep mountbatten pink eyes focused on the light blue eyes belonging to the blonde haired boy. "I wasn't exactly sure what you would want in your salad, so I prepared a few things that a friend of mine perfers. I do hope you enjoy it. I am Amnesia, though you can feel free to call me Am or Nesia.. most do." The coon's voice was rich and smooth, spoken in a soft, but audible, manner. Reaching a hand to brush ringletted lavendar hair from his face, the tattoo below his left eye became visual.
It was a small, amethyst colored heart-- nothing too unique or extrodinary, or even eye-capturing-- but it did seem to flow right in with his personality. Keeping that warm smile on his lips, he turned back towards the stove and continued cooking up the demon's food, sighing softly. Why couldn't that demon just eat healthily for at least one night? Why did it always have to be fried potatoes and chicken-fried steak. Hopefully the smell of the steak wouldn't cause the bunny to get sick.
If it was at all possible to have the food turn out good and rush the amount of time it took cooking, he would have done so by now-- but the cooking time was crucial to the taste of the food. Waiting a few more moments, he checked the food and nodded his head. Grabbing a plate he had already prepared, he moved the steak and potatoes onto it before turning and carrying it out to Durk'Amiidis.
Normally he would have drug the demon into the kitchen to eat, but he knew that his roommate was rather shy around newcomers, so he wasn't going to try pushing him towards meeting the bunny-- even though that little bunny was quite the looker. Blonde hair, pale blue eyes, beautiful crimson fur... oh, he was simply gorgeous-- but he would control himself. He was nearly sure the last thing a bunny injured that badly would want would be any sort of intimacy.
Of course, he wouldn't mind actually having a relationship with someone so gorgeous-- but he wouldn't rush into that either. They didn't know each other, and they had plenty of time waiting for those wounds to heal to build up a foundation based on friendship. After that he would see how things went, although, if the bunny wanted to be intimate he wasn't going to object in the least-- he would just be very careful with him.
Returning to the kitchen, he smiled warmly once more at the other boy, he walked back over to the counter and grabbed a medium-sized bowl before turning and finally sitting down across the table from him. Not like sitting across the table put much distance in between them, it was a table build for two people, so if one was to stretch out, they would definately end up touching the other. He would have to be careful so as not to accidentally kick the bunny or anything in that sort of nature.
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