Post by Apollo Lion on Aug 7, 2014 15:35:31 GMT -5
"I have no reason to lie." The pink haired female said addressing Apollo. He couldn't help staring at her even more now that her vest was off. He was becoming enticed in this girls beauty like a sick puppy. He looked to the ground getting embarrassed again from the look of the female. "Yeah..." He said to her before Bayla broke his trance as she roared, *We will see that!*
She told them her name and suddenly Bayla roared in anger. *Liar!* She screamed in Apollo's ears causing him to hold both of his earlobes. Even though he couldn't drown her thoughts out with his actions, he could at least drown her roar out. *You don't know if she is or isn't lying! At least we have something to call her* He thought to the over assuming dragon. "Star. What a lovely name," He then spoke to Star trying to seem friendly. He didn't want her thinking that what Bayla was saying was bad or that there was aggression in her voice despite the fact that Bayla expressed that loudly. Star then told them that she was in a fire which lead Bayla to roar again. *She is a Deamon. She will burn us if we don't kill her. Let's kill her now and be done with her*
Apollo gave a sigh before walking over to Star and checking to see if she had any wounds. He didn't have much knowledge to heal her, but his mother did teach him a thing or two about burn wounds. "Are you injured?" He said checking to make sure Star was okay. "I don't have a lot of knowledge on healing but I can treat burn wounds." He was ready to treat until Bayla's tail showed up and pushed him far away from the pink haired woman. She wanted him to be safe, despite the fact that she threw him, and she knew that the pink witch had a knife somewhere inside her body. *Ask her why was she in a burning building.*
Apollo looked at Bayla for a while with a raised brow before turning to Star. "She wants to know why where you in a burning building."
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Aug 7, 2014 16:09:42 GMT -5
Again the internal dialogue raged and Rae watched as the man clutched his head. She wondered for a moment what was being said; fantasy took over her thoughts and she smiled to herself as she considered the dragon to be scolding Apollo as if he was a schoolboy. She doubted the dragon was teaching Apollo anything, it seemed more irrational than most animals Rae had ever encountered. It didn’t appear to be acting on instinct rather than rage, but Rae had no idea what chaos created that rage. That, that unknown was what made this whole situation interesting and dangerous at once.
"Star. What a lovely name,"
“Thank you.” She said, sweetening with false niceties. “I chose it myself.”
Which was the truth wasn’t it? She had promised the dragon no lies, Star was just a technicality. It wasn’t a lie, it wasn’t her birth name but it was her name and it was the name she had been using, the identity she had been using since she returned from ‘the dead’.
When he began to approach her she watched him more closely, she didn’t seem to like him being closer to her. In fact, Rae disliked it more so than she had disliked the dragon sniffing at her. She wet her lips, tongue rolling over them like polished rubies and swallowed, anxious of him. She had a particular distrust for other people. Sure, she ostracised their lies, but there was more to it than that. Other people were often the most inhuman.
"Are you injured?"
“No.”
"I don't have a lot of knowledge on healing but I can treat burn wounds."
“There is nothing you can do.”
They weren’t burn wounds. It wasn’t in her interest to mention that to him.
She watched as the great tail swept in and with incredible dexterity it pushed the man away from her. Man, she kept calling him a man, but as he came close to her just then she realised he wasn’t a man, not really. He was a boy. Her age.
"She wants to know why where you in a burning building."
“I set fire to it.” Rae said, simply, knowing that her answer wasn’t going to be enough to appease the dragon she added; “It wasn’t the building I was burning but the memories that were attached to it.”
Cautiously she added, “What does that have to do with your gauging my level of trust? You want to know if I will tell the world about you-“ she glanced to him. “Doesn’t she? Tell her I won’t, or if she can understand me, tell her I know about daemons and vampyres and werecreatures and I tend not to blab about them. That would make my job difficult. My job requires me to hold my tongue and know when to keep a secret.”
Post by Apollo Lion on Aug 7, 2014 18:28:47 GMT -5
Those words played over his head like a spinning record that he could not turn off. 'Nothing I could do?' She said that as though there was a wound but he couldn't heal it. 'Nothing I could do.? But all wounds could be healed except wounds to the heart.' He thought to himself staring at the girl intently. His stare was not thrown with embarrassment but seriousness and worry for this woman.
“I set fire to it." Star said causing Bayla to open her mouth and hiss at her. “It wasn’t the building I was burning but the memories that were attached to it.” His eyes widened at her words. So that's what she meant by there was nothing he could do. Like him, she had a wound inside her heart. A wound that no amount of medicine, drugs, and time could heal. He lived with a wounded heart all his life, so he knew of how it felt. He probably knew it better than anyone. How it felt to have a past that he wanted to forget, to let go and move from. Ridding of those memories, of those past would make him heal his wounded heart. But sadly there was no way to rid of the memories, not even by burning what brought them up. Not even by abandoning your previous life could you run from what will always remain inside your head.
Apollo's eyes fell down to his dragons scaly tail. His right fingers move up to his chest, feeling his heart pound. It would seem like a normal heartbeat to anyone else, yet to Apollo it felt different, slower, painful. He clutched his fingers and pressed his heart harder trying to apply pressure and make it hurt less. But no matter what he did the pain would not sever, it would only grow.
“Doesn’t she?" Star called to Apollo waking him up. "Tell her I won’t, or if she can understand me, tell her I know about daemons and vampyres and werecreatures and I tend not to blab about them. That would make my job difficult. My job requires me to hold my tongue and know when to keep a secret.”
His brows raised when she mentioned daemons, vampyres, and werecreatures. He did not know that those actually existed in this world. Well if a Dragon existed then sure, why not have a vampyre and daemon exist. Apollo rose slowly but fell again thanks to the help of Bayla's tail. Aparently she did not wanting him to move another inch towards the pink woman. He gave his partner a mean look then stood again, this time staying in place.
"Sorry. She also wants to know if your dangerous. She knows about the monsters of this world, even though I don't. But she also wants to know if the person she is trusting her existence to is a good person."
He thought about how to say what he was going to say next without making the young female angry. "She wants to know about your past. Have you killed anyone? Have you protected a life. Tell us a story about your history then she will let you go. I will do the same if need be."
*Boy. Ask her what memory would make her burn the house down.* Bayla ordered secretly to Apollo. He gave another curious look at her before completing her 'nice' request. "She uh.... She wants to know what would lead you to burn a building down."
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Aug 8, 2014 1:33:22 GMT -5
"Sorry. She also wants to know if you’re dangerous. She knows about the monsters of this world, even though I don't. But she also wants to know if the person she is trusting her existence to is a good person."
“Why does being dangerous and being a good person have to mean to different things?” She murmured, though perhaps that thought was more to herself than to either of them. For now she didn’t look at them, even as a barrage of questions came her way, she stared off straight ahead of her, her thoughts somewhere else.
Rae had an eidetic memory. It meant she couldn’t forget. It meant that setting fire to a building wouldn’t take those memories away. There was only a short period in her life that she couldn’t remember and that was the months directly after Asia. She knew those months in flashes alone, is distorted disturbed memories. Whatever test had been placed upon her, Rae had clearly failed, because she had been returned to herself, not the monster she was becoming.
"She wants to know about your past. Have you killed anyone? Have you protected a life. Tell us a story about your history then she will let you go. I will do the same if need be."
“No.” Rae said simply, though it was unclear which part of the questioning she was referring too. Not in the mood for storytelling, that was a part of who she was. She kept her secrets close to her chest. It was important that she survived; alone. For as long as she could remember she’d been alone. Even when there were people around her, helping her or hurting her, she’d always felt the numb tingle of loneliness on her skin like needles.
"She uh.... She wants to know what would lead you to burn a building down."
And so the barrage of questions came to an end and for a moment an eerie silence fell on the abandoned warehouse, broke only by the dripping of water from an old rusted pipe. Rae wet her lips, still appearing calm when she felt at turmoil.
She had invited the dragon to ask questions, thought she had hoped they would be easier to answer. This was, in many respects her own fault. This whole situation. If she’d taken her bag with her this morning she would not need to return here now. If she’d run at the sight of the creature, before it had spotted her, she may have gotten away. If she hadn’t insisted on trying to appease the moody creatures mind and fill her need to be trustworthy then she wouldn’t be sat in his absurd situation.
Rae picked at a nail thoughtfully, scratching the already chip black paint from it and watching it peel away and flick to the ground. For a moment it was satisfying, then she looked up once more.
Her eyes went from Dragon to boy, to back again and she said;
“Yes, I have killed.” There was a pause as she added; “Yes, I am dangerous.”
Perhaps she was being blunt, but she did not elaborate on her answers to the questions and she did not seemed to be building to some sort of story. The answers were without emotion, robotic almost. There wasn’t a trace of guilt or regret, there wasn’t a joy or pride in her answers, they just existed for no other purpose than because she had been asked these questions.
“Yes, I have been a protector and a destroyer.”
Her eyes went straight ahead again as she thought about how best to deal with the building, she had already spoke about it too much, but the creature and her pet were not satisfied. Rae would not give them sob stories, she would be detail them with the dirt in her world. It was bad enough having the memories, she didn’t need to be forced to re-live them.
“I-“ She hesitated, tempted to talk about the act itself, tempted to talk about the gasoline and the matches. But she didn’t. She just stopped speaking, her voice unable to produce the words. Rae closed her eyes, breathing out through her mouth for a moment as those rosy lips formed a gentle downwards bow. In that second there was the smallest sense of sadness, before she batted it away and continued to maintain her neutral expression.
Why had she burnt it down?
Rae wasn’t sure. It had felt like a purposeful end to a chapter, it had felt like the right time to rid herself of the ritual of returning there. But the question caused her to analysis the act in her mind, to repeat the process over and over again.
“I was breaking a cycle.” Rae said finally, she sounded resolved despite the fact her mind was in turmoil. Her voice got stronger with every word. “It was a necessary evil. The building was empty- no one was hurt – no one had lived there for several years, save me. I was my property and I was allowed to burn it to the ground if I so choose to do.”
They both listened very carefully to her words. She answered with no soul, maybe trying to not show them anything anymore. She had already revealed too much for them not to run out of questions so it would have been best if she did this. Maybe half way though they would get tired of her and leave her alone.
However, that wouldn't happen anytime soon as Star began struggling to tell them about the burning building. Her mind went to sadness as as it seemed that it dawned to the female that it was a useless attempt. She still had the memory and, how horrible it may have been, she couldn't get rid of it. It was like a mosquito on your shoulder, always flying back on no matter how hard you shoo it away. Never giving up until its drained every last blood that remained. Of course she could have killed the mosquito, smash it to bits until it was out of sight, but another one would take its place. And another one and another one.
Bad memories were a horrible thing. Circling around your mind day and night, not allowing you to forget a single detail of what happened, how it happened, when it happened. Like the mosquito, it would suck away at your soul until nothing remained but a vessel, a reminder of what you once were. How you once had a soul and a life to feel glorious about. How you once had no animosity towards anyone, that you were pure of all the horror this world represents.
Taking a deep breath, Apollo stood from his little tail prison. Bayla tried to knock him down again but he just hopped over her. He began walking towards the female but kept his distance from her. His eyes flowed to Bayla who seemed really pissed that the girl dodged her question, and even more pissed that Apollo was close to the pink haired woman.
"I...." He gave the same pause she gave. Thought about everything that happened, thought about what his life really meant, and thought about if he would ever let his horrible memory go. "I...I don't expect you to feel obligated to tell me your history when I say this. But I feel a bit bad that we are doing this to you." He sat down not paying one single attention to any of the two female in the building. Instead he looked at the chair the female was sitting in. The share would be his stage for now, the screen that would bring him back to the horrible memories he lived through.
"I was originally from Germany. During my younger years of living some German officer wished to bring back an event known as the Holocaust. But this time.....This time they collect every different race and religion that they could get their hands on in one abandoned town. Men, women, children. My family..." Apollo clutched his hands tightly. If one looked down at his fingers they could see his veins wanting to pop out of his back palm.
"We were placed inside concentration camps and forced to rebuild what was once bombed during a war. One day Bayla showed up and came to my aid when they were preparing to kill me. And together we destroyed that place for good. Blew it up." His eyes stayed on that chair the entire time as he would allow the room to turn silent again. Sooner or later he would break that silence by standing to his feet and moving back to Bayla's side. "I would go into great detail and cry about it. But you don't seem like the type to take pity on others now do you? You seem like the type of person that would ask me 'your alive aren't you? You survived that horrible memory and you have the chance to make a better one. Maybe start a family, have children, rid of that horrible memory and get a new one."
Apollo moved to Bayla's side and began petting her chin softly. Bayla however, never left her eyes off of Star. "Sadly, bad memories never go away like that. They will just haunt you and make you forget about the good ones every once in a while. They would never leave unless you except that it happened. Running away will only make you remember them more."
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Aug 8, 2014 10:23:08 GMT -5
The sound of his inhale drew her attention and she watched as he climbed over the dragons tail as if it was a mere log. Her eyes narrowed a little bit as he came closer to her. Rae wet her lips, her nervous tell that suggested she felt a little threatened with him coming close to her. Her eyes, the colour of chocolate, dark deep pits of undulling emotion, followed each and every movement his muscles made as he came so calmly towards her.
He had judged her, he had judged her as damaged.
Good, let him. Rae found herself thinking. Not because she wanted his pity, but because she wanted him to underestimate her. People had been making that mistake her whole life, it was a habit she was use too but also a comfort net of sorts for her to hide behind. She didn’t want his sympathies, she didn’t want his sob stories and he certainly didn’t want to hear hers.
First it would make him angry. Everyone who had some measure of care about her in the past, the people she had finally worked out the courage to confide her story to, and they always got angry. It was a sign that they didn’t understand, couldn’t understand, not really. They cared about her, were angry at themselves for being unable to protect her, were angry at her for being a victim, and were angry at him for doing –
Apollo sat at her feet and she frowned a little bit, dragged out of her thoughts by his words.
She didn’t look into his face as he talked, reverting her eyes once more to the wall, tipping her head off to one side. The wall was grey, uninteresting, smattered with rust and dirt. She said nothing, just stared at it.
"We were placed inside concentration camps and forced to rebuild what was once bombed during a war. One day Bayla showed up and came to my aid when they were preparing to kill me. And together we destroyed that place for good. Blew it up."
He’d been imprisoned and he’d escaped. He’d lived through something horrible and tormenting and he’d found the dragon because of those events. Well, it explained why he put up with the creatures abuse. She was his hero and the only one he knew. Rae didn’t say anything but she found that she had turned her head to look at him now, with those smoky-painted eyes of hers.
Silence fell on them and she indulged it until he spoke once more;
"I would go into great detail and cry about it. But you don't seem like the type to take pity on others now do you? You seem like the type of person that would ask me 'your alive aren't you? You survived that horrible memory and you have the chance to make a better one. Maybe start a family, have children, rid of that horrible memory and get a new one."
“You don’t know me.”
"Sadly, bad memories never go away like that. They will just haunt you and make you forget about the good ones every once in a while. They would never leave unless you except that it happened. Running away will only make you remember them more."
“You know nothing about me.” She told him, coolly, “And that is how I’d like to keep it. Now, is your dragon ready to let me leave or will she continue to hold me prisoner here?”
She hoped the word would stir something in him. Prisoner. That’s what he’d been wasn’t it, and now he was forcing that fate on her.
Rae straightened and rose out of the plastic chair, no longer looking to share warm-heart-to-hearts.
She reached her jacket and once more throw it on over her shoulders, covering the bandages and the black, skin tight vest. The trench coat was leather, blood read and went all the way to the floor; there at the concrete the edges were frayed and cut.
Rae reached a gloved hand through her hair, fixing him with an even gaze. Waiting.
Post by Apollo Lion on Aug 8, 2014 13:07:32 GMT -5
Bayla growled at the woman's words. She suddenly moved her eyes to Apollo raised hand wondering what else would come out his mouth. She wanted to eat the female and be done with it, but her human found himself attached to this woman, so attached that he told her his past for no reason but to receive rudeness in return. *I still don't trust her enough to let her go free.* She thought to him giving another hiss that showed that she was serious. Apollo gave a nod in return to her hiss with a calm smile of his own. "I know Bayla. But I have an idea." He said out loud before speaking in silence. *I will follow her, judge for myself if she is trustworthy.*
Bayla looked at him and spat at the idea. Like hell she would ever let her human out of her sight with someone they just met. The spit was to the side wall and slowly it melted until a giant wall was created. *What if she escapes?* Bayla thought to him growing agitated with Apollo's attachment to the pink one. Apollo gave another smile to Bayla that said 'trust me.' Bayla recognized that smile very well as it was the smile that told her that Apollo had things covered.
Reluctantly, she moved her body from the entrance, swiftly gliding around the two until she rested near the back of the house. Giving a nice thankful grin, Apollo moved to the outside feeling the fresh air hit his nose. His cloths were drying but he did find the wet fabric uncomfortable. He slid off his jacket first then his black sports shirt to reveal his upper body. He was not full of muscles but he had little. One thing he did have was nice three pack abs, given to him by Bayla's doing.
He looked at the girl and gave a smile. "I will follow you for a little while. Sadly we must get to know a little bit about you in order to develop trust. So I will accompany you. But Bayla may get a little lonely without me. She may need something to keep her company. Leave the dog with her please." Apollo said to her already knowing what the answer would be. He didn't want an argument to ensue but he did want insurance that the female wouldn't run the minute she was far enough away from Bayla. He thought about his next words carefully so that she would feel a little better about leaving the pup.
"I know it may be a hard and stupid thing to do. But she will not eat him. I give you my word just like you gave me yours when you said you would not lie."
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Aug 8, 2014 14:38:53 GMT -5
Rae waited impatiently, and when the dragon finally moved out of the way she didn’t give a second to go outside. She moved quickly, not a run, but with casual speed to her dog who was sat outside in what had turned into a bright and sunny English day. She went to the animal, pulling her hood over her head with the glaze from the growing morning sun and cuddled the dog in tightly. The animal was ecstatic to see her, licking her face as he brown tail wagged backwards and forwards frantically.
Rae laughed, shoving him off her and rising once more with a smile on her lips.
Then she turned to see her ‘captors’.
Rae blinked. What? Why had he undressed?
"I will follow you for a little while. Sadly we must get to know a little bit about you in order to develop trust. So I will accompany you.”
“Fine.” She said and started to walk towards the container. But he continued;
“ But Bayla may get a little lonely without me. She may need something to keep her company. Leave the dog with her please."
“Not a fucking chance.”
There was no moving her on this one, Rae snorted at him a little in contempt and a little in derision, but there was no way she was leaving Eli with the dragon. For a start, the beast was mental. She was a crazy, hormonal bitch who needed to get over her weird protective jealousy thing. Secondly, she was a predator, and Eli was a collie-sized mutt who didn’t stand a chance.
“If you’re coming, come. If you’re not. Bite me.” She said, sourly and with an attitude that seemed suitable to the emo-looking huntress.
Rae headed towards the metal container, without a backwards glance at him. Let him follow, she’d play little-bo-peep for a while but she wasn’t leaving her dog with his monster. More petulantly, she whistled to Eli to follow her and the animal trotted along at her heel, close, is tail swishing with pride.
She went to the container and rattled the lock. It was a simple bike chain, with a four letter code, which Rae punched in without a moment’s hesitation. The lock popped open and she tugged it off the handles, swinging it at her side like a bad-ass metal looped whip.
She pulled open the shutters to reveal a mostly empty cabinet.
There was a sleeping bag in one corner and a rucksack and- well. What can only be described as a motorbike? Only the bike looked more like something out of a sci-fi movie. It was big; with tires like that of a truck. A brilliant, almost transulent colour, it seemed to glow as the sun’s rays spilled in on it. This was a machine, not just a mode of transport.
Last Edit: Aug 8, 2014 15:13:52 GMT -5 by Rae-Star Berii
Post by Apollo Lion on Aug 8, 2014 15:53:20 GMT -5
“If you’re coming, come. If you’re not. Bite me.”
*Well if you insist.* Bayla began moving to the front door preparing to eat the female before Apollo stopped her. He held his hand in front of her in a gesture that meant stay for animals. Apollo was not going to let Bayla eat Star or even attempt to. *Stay here.* He thought to her before following the pink haired girl. He brought his jacket and kept it over his right shoulder while he moved to catch up to her. His hands remained in his pocket while his eyes looked around at the world before him. It was a nice world for him. Despite all within it. He stayed far back not trying not to piss her off.
When she finally reached the destination she placed a code in a lock. Apollo didn't watch it, taking no interest in anything private of Star anymore. Instead he moved to the canine in the area and held his hand out, hoping that the dog wouldn't bite. If it didn't bite then he would begin petting it and playing with it like crazy. I would first gently press his hands against the canines furry head, then he would move his hand to the back of the dogs ear, gently scratching and rubbing his fingers through its hair. Then he would begin scratching the dogs tummy enjoying the little creature. If it tried to bite his hand off he would move his hand and body away. He would not try to go for another pet ever again. Upon the sight of the bike Apollo's eyes would glisten with admiration for this little thing as he would look it all over.
"What is it?" He would say watching its paint job and mechanism. This thing, what ever it was, never met Apollo's eyes before and he couldn't help but pay attention to it and it alone. Being locked away in he never had a chance to learn certain things in life. Knowing how awesome a motorcycle felt was one of them. "What does it do?" He would say next after Star would answer his first question, if she answered. His hands would move to feel the texture while his eyes would continue to praise the design of the bike. If Star answered his second question Apollo would then ask another, letting this question be the last for now. "Does it work?"
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Aug 8, 2014 16:13:09 GMT -5
*OoC: A little visual representation for you = Bike*
Needless to say that Eli didn’t like being touched. What was it about humans that they felt the need to fuss a dog? When the man turned his attention on him Eli gave a low growl that rumbled in the back of his throat and low in his chest and his tail tucked into his body. It was defensive. He didn’t bite, but he didn’t like the man coming close to him.
“Stop it, E.” Rae said, without looking up from what she was doing.
Obediently the dog sat where he was, and stopped growling, he even let the man touch his head in a gentle pat but after that he rose and walked away, joining his mistress once more.
Apollo was gawping at her new favourite toy.
"What is it?"
Rae just laughed at him and shook her head at his inability to function. She wasn’t stood by the incredible machine but was bent on the floor, roling the sleeping bag up. This was a girl was use to sleeping rough. She rolled the bag up expertly and stuffed it into its carry bag. Pulling the strings tightly. She glanced up to see him staring at the motorcycle and she smiled, shaking her head as he continued his niave questions
"What does it do?"
Again she just laughed at him, but more a playful giggle now as she checked her equipment and ammo. From her backpack she took a glock, a basic pistol that she’d gotten licence for in America. She checked the components of it, sliding free the magazine and looking down the weapon before returning it to an armed but safe state and strapping it in its holster. She wrapped the holster around her middle, fastening the lock in place and turning the gun so it was on her left hip.
That was when he asked;
"Does it work?"
“Of course it works, why would I make something that didn’t work?” She frowned at him, rising from where she was kneeling and coming to stand beside him. Looking at him sideways. “You’re for real huh, you have no idea what you’re up against do you?”
She sighed at him a little bit and extended a hand, placing it gingerly on his shoulder and shook her head at him again. “It’s a motorbike, genius, my motorbike.” Then she stepped away from him and towards the dark, curvaceous machine. She ran her fingers over the arched dome of its petrol cabin and checked the tyres.
Last Edit: Aug 8, 2014 16:16:51 GMT -5 by Rae-Star Berii
"YOU MADE THIS?" Apollo said looking up to her flabbergast. Most certainly he had heard that people could build things, but just her? Make something like this by herself? His eyes looked back towards the motorbikes way. His looked express that he was a child staring down to a toy, hoping and praying that he could play with it. From the name bike he could guess that it was made to be ridden. Of course it was since it had wheels, handles, and a seat. But Apollo was expecting it to be a little bit more bodacious, like turning into a mini robot or being able to shoot lasers out its side. He would be more impressed by this pink haired beautiful female than he was now if one of those could happen.
He stood up and looked at her with excitement, his eyes burning fire and his smile pushed to the far back of his head. He wanted to ask her if he could drive it and take it out for a spin. But of course the female would say no because he was a stranger that did not even know the mechanics of this thing. So his mouth had to move towards another question. "Can I ride it?!"
He said it. He said those four words and it shot out his throat like a rocket shooting out of a bazooka. He hoped that it would hit his target and she would instantly shoot out the words yes. To make sure that she did, he instantly added a few more words before giving the girl a chance to answer. "I don't want to drive it. I just want to know what its like to ride on a beauty like this." He would turn to the bike and his eyes would watch it once again as though it was a printing system. Paying attention to its detail, paint, form, and everything else that made it awesome in his eyes.
If she said no to him then he wouldn't give up. He would move to both his knees and beg for her to say yes. "Please, please, pleaaaaaaaaaaaaase." Like a child asking his mother if she could buy that toy he had been staring at for the past hour. He would not quite. "Please please pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase." He would repeat those words over and over again until she either surrendered to his pleads or yelled at him to shut the hell up. He would continue until she respond. If she respond yes to his question he would wait for her to hop on or do what ever she would need to in order to drive the bike. If she said no he would sit in a corner and sulk while she does what ever she was doing before.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Aug 9, 2014 10:15:40 GMT -5
"YOU MADE THIS?"
Rae chuckled softly at the look he was giving her. Oh good, another underestimation to add to the collection she was getting. She shook her head at him and smiled. Yes, she had made it. Rae had always been good with computers, programing and design had been her favourite subject in school. Though, when you knew everything there was to know about web-design at the age of 8 you sort of have to expect the need to invent, to experiment and branch out. Rae had been a popular girl, in a popular school, but she still loved workshop and mechanics. Engineering was something that Rae just – well, she just got it.
She’d been handy around the house too, the one in Chelsea that she’d burnt down that morning. Though her mother would frown at her and order her a mani-pedi the moment she got dirty nails she’d fixed the toaster at the age of ten, rewired it and everything. It came from not having her father around- he worked away a lot – and when he was around he spent all his time on his computer- so to impress him she’d needed to be good at those things too.
She’d idolised her dad.
His smile was a little infectious and she found herself smiling too because of the way he was giddy. "Can I ride it?!"
“No.” She said, firmly. “In fact, keep touching it with your dirty paws and I’ll break your hand.”
It was difficult to tell if she was joking or not.
"I don't want to drive it. I just want to know what its like to ride on a beauty like this."
“No.”
She repeated.
“You couldn’t handle it and I definitely think you’re friend-“ She motioned back to where they’d left the Dragon in the warehouse. “Would appreciate me taking you off down the road where she couldn’t follow you or beat on you with her tail.”
Again, her voice carried a hint of sarcasm, but more than that, she seemed amused.
Then he got down on his knees and begged her and Rae rolled her eyes at him. She dumped her pack down on the seat, ignoring him as he whined at her. She even shared a glance with Eli who also seemed to be rolling his eyes. Finally, because he wasn’t listening to her saying no, Rae turned to him.
She’d taken the Glock out of her back in the process of his annoying sing song of ‘please’ and now she drew it on him, pointing the gun towards his chest. “Shut the fuck up, do you hear me?” She growled at him, defensive suddenly. So very different to the girl who had laughed at him a moment ago.
“Shut up and get up. Quit acting like a damned kid, you idiot. ” She demanded, voice steady.
Of course she wasn’t going to shoot him, but he needed to believe that she would.
Post by Apollo Lion on Aug 9, 2014 11:45:36 GMT -5
“Shut the fuck up, do you hear me? Shut up and get up. Quit acting like a damned kid, you idiot. ”
She placed the gun on his chest and Apollo looked at it. The muzzle was towards his right peck, definitely meaning that he could survive the shot if she pulled the trigger. Not a shot meaning 'I would kill you,' but a warning. Calmly and slowly he grabbed Star's hand, the one holding the weapon, and guided the muzzle to the position of his heart. He did not look at her, he just stared at the bullet as memories ran through his head and heart. "If you are going to kill someone, you should place the weapon right here. You cut off the blood system and their brain suffers from it. It is a slow kill that allows you to enjoy the misery of your victim before they die completely."
He then guided the firearm to his skull and placed it firmly on his skin. It felt cold to the touch and smelt of metal. A smell he became use to. "Or you can place it here and let your victim die quick. This is for people who cannot handle killing others,but need to kill even though it is not their choice to make. This will kill them right away and you can go about your day, giving you a chance to forget about the killing sooner." Eyes went up to hers, but not his eyes. His eyes were long gone now, replaced by nothing. No soul, no sign of life. His eyes showed instead an already dead human being, nothing but a vessel of what use to be Apollo.
Those eyes closed and he slowly stood from his knees. He turned around and looked at his white jacket. It was not completely wet anymore, still had a little soaked parts of it but for the most part it was dry. "That wasn't the first time a gun was pulled on me." He left the conversation there for her to do with as she pleased, then placed his jacket back on, moving his fingers through the sleeves first before moving his head through it. When his white hoodie was on correctly he would look back at her and his lifeless body would have a soul again. "I am sorry I persisted. But screaming shut up you dumb idiot would have been much better." He teased before searching for a chair to sit in.
"SO, where are you going to live now that your home was burned? You should have a back up right?"
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Post by Rae-Star Berii on Aug 9, 2014 12:08:17 GMT -5
He touched the back of her hand, from his place on his knees and moved the gun across his chest. Rae flinched at his touch, she didn’t withdraw from it but there was a momentary flicker of fear in her eyes, a nano-twitch of her lip that curled up in disgust. It wasn’t exactly a tell and would take the most keen of eyes to notice it, but the girl was very clearly not enjoying his hand folded around her gloved on. She watched him, her jaw tense and teeth gritted as he drew the gun to the place where his heart lay.
It was almost as if Rae didn’t hear the words coming out of his mouth, only caught small phrases of it as her mind became tumbled with memories. The girl had an eidetic memory (photographic if you will) there wasn’t much about her life that she didn’t remember, in consistently perfectly detail.
"If you are going to kill someone…enjoy the misery of your victim before they die completely."
She’d killed.
The dragon had asked her if she’d killed and she’d answered truthfully. She’d killed.
Rae had killed creatures, she’d hunted animals and she’d even killed humans- people like her. When the day of reckoning came, she was probably heading downwards into the eternal fires. Some of her kills had been self-defensive. The time she’d saved Craig’s life, the time she’d fought with Alistair or Vrases… her heart ached and she looked away distractedly as he lifted the gun to his own head.
“This is for people who cannot handle killing others, but need to kill even though it is not their choice to make.”
Despite the fact that her right hand held the gun and that her grasp was strong, Rae brought her left hand up to her mouth. The sharp intake of breath, paired with the movement suggested she was holding back a sob, or a cry of anguish.
She stared at him as he rose, stared at him as he put on his jacket and as he turned away from her. Almost simultaneously she lowered the gun, shifting it into the holster on her hip and her hand from her moth, forcing the hand to her side and into a fist.
“Touch me again and you’ll get your wish to die.” She said, voice a mere whisper.
"That wasn't the first time a gun was pulled on me."
“It wasn’t the first time I’ve pulled it.” She told him, growing stronger as she battened down the hatches with each breath and second that passed. He wasn’t the only one with an emptiness about him. But when he teased and forced himself to appear whole again, Rae didn’t. She couldn’t, nothing was likely to make her whole again.
“You’re so naive. Like a baby. I’m sorry you’re life sucked and they kept you in a cell, but you need to learn that out here, you fight for yourself, out here there isn’t anyone who’s going to give a shit about you. You’re lucky I listened to your little speech, Apollo, others would’ve pulled the trigger. Others would kill your dragon and sell it’s hid for millions of dollars – you, you need to realise that this place- this world – it’s more fucked up than your cell. You’re cell was safe.”
"SO, where are you going to live now that your home was burned? You should have a back up right?"
“You’re looking at it.” She waved, flippantly, to the metal warehouse around them. After all, she’d packed up the only thing that could be called furniture here- her sleeping bag.
Post by Apollo Lion on Aug 9, 2014 15:18:29 GMT -5
He tried to play it off but he couldn't. Her words, just like his touch, had cut deep into his skin. “You’re so naive. Like a baby." She said to him. "I’m sorry you’re life sucked and they kept you in a cell, but you need to learn that out here, you fight for yourself, out here there isn't anyone who’s going to give a shit about you." He turned his head eyes deadlock on hers. " You’re lucky I listened to your little speech, Apollo, others would've pulled the trigger. Others would kill your dragon and sell it’s hid for millions of dollars."
He moved his body to find a seat. He looked around while listening to Star but found nothing so instead he decided to sit Indian style near a corner where he could see both Eli and Star and where both of them could see him. " you, you need to realize that this place- this world – it’s more fucked up than your cell. You’re cell was safe.” His elbows went to his legs while his fingers held his chin. He looked into Star's eyes and only her eyes. He watched them as they told another story that did not match her words.
"Who are you telling this too? Me or yourself?" He didn't want her to speak yet so he threw the next words in, "have you met these people that would have killed me and my dragon?" Apollo gave a nice pause so that she could answer, whether she did or didn't he would find a limit in time and continue speaking. "How are you still alive Star? How did you survive this fucked up world that would have eaten me up if I did not meet you." He stood up from his Indian stlye stance and prepared himself for what would come next. He sensed no good from dealing with her, but he had to tell her everything. Just like she had to tell him. "Tell me about this world Star. This world that you claim to be more dangerous than my cell. Tell me what in your life makes you think that mines was better? That you would have traded a life of freedom for my life. Tell me Star, tell me the history behind your eyes and help me understand how fucked up this world is!"
He was already prepared for his next words if she said no. He take in deep breaths and speak in a monotone almost robotic state. Just like she did not to long ago when Bayla was with them. "Your right." He would say, "This world is fucked up. I had first hand experience at a tiny portion of this fucked up world. And so did you. The only difference is that a part of me survived. A part of me that is greater than the part of me that died. The part of you that is still remains is small... that of an insect."
"Yeah this world is fucked up, but I have a chance of living through it. And so do you. But your too stubborn to realize it. So you hide away in here as the rest of you wither away. You run away from your past hoping that one day you will forget it, but you will never. You don't mention it, you try not to think of it, and you destroy what is left of you in high hopes that one day something will change. Has anything changed yet Star? Has burning your memory and moving away from civilization change? Do you feel different or are you still what you were before you burned it down?"
He will wouldn't let her speak. Even if she pointed the gun at his head and threatened him to stop. He would continue going and telling her what she needs to hear. Just like she told him what she thought he needed to hear. "I know I am naive. Do you think I want to be naive? Do you think I want to kill my dragon or what is left of my life?"
He calmed himself watching Stars actions and heard her words. She could threaten him to leave and he will silently wait for her to pull the trigger of the gun, argue at him, or sick Eli on him. But what he said would need to ring in her ear until she realized it for herself. "I am naive. But I wanted you to teach me.... Help me wake up to what this world really is. But it appears that I will get nowhere asking help from someone who only wants to sleep but can never slumber again. From someone who's life will never bound to a better future. Not like this at least."
Last Edit: Aug 9, 2014 15:20:31 GMT -5 by Apollo Lion