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Sept 2, 2004 17:07:38 GMT -5
Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 2, 2004 17:07:38 GMT -5
*He gets up and follows Widifor.*
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Sept 2, 2004 17:09:02 GMT -5
Post by Widifor on Sept 2, 2004 17:09:02 GMT -5
He groans and walks on towards Elysium.
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Sept 2, 2004 17:09:27 GMT -5
Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 2, 2004 17:09:27 GMT -5
He groans and walks on towards Elysium. *Grakk just follows, having a grand time.*
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Sept 9, 2004 17:51:40 GMT -5
Post by Widifor on Sept 9, 2004 17:51:40 GMT -5
The boy eventually finds his way to the slums, and walks around. This place is even worse than back home. People give him hungry looks... And he's skinny to the bones. He growls at them. They're not getting anything out of him! ... how could they, anyway? He coughs, then sighs and walks on. What's he going to do? He's hungry...
That's a nice sword...
He looks around sharply. A very skinny woman of about twenty-five, thirty, flashes a toothless grin at him.
Yeah, well, thanks.
He turns back to run away, but bangs into a man of about that same age, as thin and scruffy, but surprisingly strong. He immediately grabs the boy by the hair and by one wrist.
Let go of me damnit!
He lashes out at the man, but the woman has already grabbed his other wrist. He shrieks and tries kicking, but they stay out of reach. The woman snatches the sword from him.
GIVE THAT BACK TO ME!
She chuckles and puts the belt around her waist. She lets go of his wrist and walks away a bit. The man tosses him away after a hard pull on his hair. The boy tumbles against a wall, jumps up immediately, and runs after the woman. The man sighs and stops him.
Give me back my sword you bloody whore!
The man frowns, and with one powerful move, backhands the boy so he slams against a wall, leaving the child dazed. The two quickly make off with their new-found treasure. He gets up as soon as he can, and chases them, but he can't catch them. Eventually, he has to give up, because he's out of breath. Panting, he leans against a wall, and sinks to his knees, fighting the tears. He eventually forces himself up, and finds himself an abandoned house- a ruin of one, more like. He hides in here, in a corner, huddling up. He fights back the tears. That sword was a present he got from his mother! That sword was the only thing he had in the world besides the clothes on his body. He swallows and puts his arms over his head, his head on his knees. He coughs again, and it lasts longer this time.
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Sept 9, 2004 20:19:34 GMT -5
Post by Izlude on Sept 9, 2004 20:19:34 GMT -5
*He had heard there was a new church in this section of the city... and he really, really needed it right now.
He didn't really stick out too much with his staggering and stumbling. Nor did his wincing stick out, or the tears that flowed freely from his eyes everytime he had to quickly step on the leg that had a foot bent at an odd angle... a very, very odd and unnatural angle. None of the muggers came near him, though, even with his swords and finer-than-everyone-else-here clothes. There was just something about his eyes that chased them off, and the few that were bold enough to still head towards him stopped short when he turned his gaze to them... and just watched them. They stopped and quickly walked the other way.
Izlude couldn't go much further on his own power and staggered into a ruin of a house before sinking down and trying to catch his breathe.*
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Sept 9, 2004 20:21:31 GMT -5
Post by Widifor on Sept 9, 2004 20:21:31 GMT -5
He glances up at the man entering the building, and frowns.
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Sept 9, 2004 20:35:24 GMT -5
Post by Izlude on Sept 9, 2004 20:35:24 GMT -5
*Izlude notices Widifor for the first time and pushes himself into a dark corner. He watches him from that corner, not sure he can trust the kid. He was exhausted, but he couldn't let himself sleep... he was afraid he might not wake up.
For the briefest of moments, one can almost be sure that the dark violet eyes glew in the dark, as if lamp light had just caught it the right way at the right angle. It didn't illuminate the area around the light. It only made it harder to see into the dark. It was but a flash, though, too fast to even be sure it ever truly happened.*
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Sept 9, 2004 20:40:25 GMT -5
Post by Widifor on Sept 9, 2004 20:40:25 GMT -5
He gets up slowly, and tries to hold back a cough. It only comes out the louder. He glares at the man, and glances at the exit. Very slowly, he starts shuffling past the wall in that direction. He doesn't like the company and that man looks like trouble.
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Sept 9, 2004 20:49:17 GMT -5
Post by Izlude on Sept 9, 2004 20:49:17 GMT -5
*Izlude watches the kid, backing further away at the cough. He didn't need to get sick right now. It was the last thing he needed... that was also the last thought he had for the night, as he soon fell unconcious from the pain of movement and the exhaustion.*
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Sept 9, 2004 20:53:33 GMT -5
Post by Widifor on Sept 9, 2004 20:53:33 GMT -5
His eyes the man uncomfortably, almost even more so when he passes out. But... if he's really out... He glances outside. No one is paying attention to the building. He looks back at the man. Looks rich... He can feel his stomach growling menacingly, and he wonders... Would he dare? He frowns, then very, very slowly and carefully and quietly he starts sneaking closer to the man. It's a shame and probably not the right thing to do, but- he's hungry.
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Sept 9, 2004 20:58:26 GMT -5
Post by Izlude on Sept 9, 2004 20:58:26 GMT -5
*Izlude's out cold at the moment. As Widifor gets closer, he notices that Izlude is twitching from time to time and muttering in his sleep.*
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Sept 10, 2004 0:48:36 GMT -5
Post by Widifor on Sept 10, 2004 0:48:36 GMT -5
Great, what's wrong with this guy? He eventually come very close, takes a deep breath, then drops to his knees by the guy and starts searching him.
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Sept 10, 2004 0:54:10 GMT -5
Post by Izlude on Sept 10, 2004 0:54:10 GMT -5
*He doesn't find much on Izlude: all he has of any real value are the clothes and the swords. Other than that, he has a trail ration.
Izlude jerks at the first touch, his muttering growing just a little louder before he calms down again, still asleep.*
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Sept 10, 2004 0:57:54 GMT -5
Post by Widifor on Sept 10, 2004 0:57:54 GMT -5
His eyes grow wide. A trail ration! He grabs the thing, crawls away from the man a bit, and eats it, every last crum of it, in no time at all. All the while he is eyeing the man suspiciously, much like a small monkey would.
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Sept 10, 2004 0:59:41 GMT -5
Post by Izlude on Sept 10, 2004 0:59:41 GMT -5
*When he takes the ration, Izlude jerks again, his hand near his hilt twitching. Other than that, not much else happens.*
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