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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 29, 2011 22:58:34 GMT -5
During the silence Conway finished his orange juice, hoping that the danger wasn't as bad as the silence was making it sound. Hoping was really something he had stopped doing. In the years he had spent at the palace any of his hope was crushed.
He watched his friend silently, trying to keep his expression neutral and not as worried as he really was. Conall didn't deserve any of this. He was just a sweet little boy who was nothing like his bastard of a father.
"If you have any questions, ask them now." Honestly that statement seemed to be the theme for the evening. However his depressed bubble was suddenly popped by the statement that followed. He sat up far straighter than he intended to, and his face has twisted into a shocked expression.
"Wait I--" he started and promptly cut himself off. He was worried about Conall but what about George? The palace wasn't safe and could he really send his friend to go to that horrible place alone? What if someone caught him? "Do you really think it's a good idea to go to the palace of Hearts alone when we just escaped? I am... very... worried about Conall but I don't think..." He whimpered. "If you do go to see him, can you 100% guarantee that you'll come back here safely?"
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Post by Nathalia on May 18, 2011 21:17:15 GMT -5
George bit his lip.
At least his friend was eating...it had been a long time, but the man's voice, however unhappy, was the same.
It gave him hope.
Perhaps Mr. Whip....maybe he was still alive as well.
Maybe when he went back to the Palace he could find some trace...
George refocused himself.
He would, if at all, go back to that awful place for Conway. Not himself.
Conway responded to his press for time, by snapping to attention, however confused he might have appeared.
George's face fell when Conway reacted to the question.
He always felt awkward when people expressed caring for him so openly...in their own way. Ellen did, sometimes, Conway, Mr. Whip..Mother.
"Nothing ever comes with a 100% guarantee, Conway." He mumbled, one hand grabbing his upper arm and rubbing at it distractedly. "I can promise you that I'll do my best to remain unseen, and t-tell you that I have some good tricks that only work for one p-person. But...I can't promise that, no."
He gingerly watched the door, as the spell he'd placed on it began to fade.
"D-don't worry, I'm happy to go to make sure your son is...is ok. Anything else you want to ask without being overheard? Hurry."
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Post by Kari Muffin on May 18, 2011 21:47:03 GMT -5
A small growl bubbled up in Conway's throat at George's initial response. Honestly he knew there was no such thing a one hundred percent of anything. The human bit his lower lip as he watched his friend closely for a brief moment. Hurry. Right. Hurry.
"This is probably the most I've said to anyone in years, but ultimately George: Don't get caught and leave me here alone. I would never forgive you, so remember that. Because if there is an after life I'll make a point of finding you and beating the crap out of you." He hastily ran his fingers through his hair.
Words were hard sometimes, and he really hoped those were the right ones. Did he have any questions? None that he could particularly think of under pressure, really. Damn he was bad at this.
"Is... there anything I can do for you for saving me and doing all this? Anything at all?" He did his best to look hopeful, not that he could even remember the last time he looked anything other than a kicked dog.
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Post by Nathalia on Jul 1, 2011 20:22:30 GMT -5
George couldn't quite fight the flinch back from his friend at the growl.
Left eye twitching slightly, he toyed with the handle on one of the cabinets and watched the floor for a few seconds...especially considering the words following that statement.
"I- Y-yes, Conway... I-"
He risked looking up.
"I can't promise, you. You know th-that. Too many things could... But, I do promise to try. Please d-don't be angry. You know it's the best I can hope to do, Conway."
He dug his fingers into his upper arms and shuffled his feet.
With a soft click the spell keeping them quiet faded, and died.
Conway's last question was thankfully quiet, George shook his head, feeling slightly afraid of the man before him.
The Wolf had never threatened him before.
His child was at stake, but...it had frightened him.
He honestly didn't know what Conway could do...would do, if he failed, apparently.
Gingerly, he patted the other man's upper arm, yanking his hand away again, just as quickly.
"I...I have to go, then. Go to the room you had before...it won't have changed much. Stay there until either I come back, or Master summons you. You'll be all right...Master likes you."
He pulled a small copper watch out of his pocket, stepped back, and tried to smile.
It didn't work.
The watch-top clicked.
And he vanished.
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Conway peeled himself along the walls of the Palace, desperately searching for that room Conway had stopped in before.
Anything could give him away...all he needed was a few minutes...
All he needed...
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 1, 2011 22:13:51 GMT -5
(( OOC: I rolled a die to see if anyone besides Conall would pop up, and I rolled poorly. Hopefully this is... a decent post? I set it up after the incident with Viola for simplicity's sake? If it doesn't work I'll change it. )) "I know you can't promise, I'm not angry," He said with a half sigh. He just wanted things to work out for once in his life. That wasn't too much to ask, was it? He probably made things worse for that matter. Why could he never do anything right? He watched and George shook his head at the last question. That just made him feel worse about everything. There was a faint look of surprise when George patted him on the shoulder, and promptly ripped his hand away. Was he.... it wasn't like he was going to bite George! "Okay..." Conway said lamely, looking like he'd been kicked in the face and was about to cry, "I'm sorry. Please be safe."The Joker finished drinking what was left of the juice he had been provided and quietly made his way to the room. It took a bit to find it, and he felt awkward and exposed the entire time. Once he did successfully slip into the room he went to pout in the corner. George was going to be okay. His son was going to be okay. Everything was going to be okay. --- The Palace was rather quiet, the halls were still unoccupied. There seemed to be no sign of the crazy greened haired woman or anyone else wandering about. The door to the young boy's room was open. Wide open in fact. Conall seemed perfectly safe, curled up on the covers of the bed. He looked different, however. Older and he seemed to be longer. Though his face was still the same and he still had the odd protrusions and knifes sticking out of his back. |
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Post by Nathalia on Aug 7, 2011 23:14:00 GMT -5
((OOC: Sounds perfect.  )) George felt the marble beneath his hands becoming slick with sweat. He wasn't exactly holding up like a "champ", now was he? He shivered, thinking hard...he'd been near...near what? It shouldn't be this hard to remember but...panic was not the best of friends in a situation like this. He moved as quietly as possible, marveling that no one had yet come shambling out of a room in an attempt to murder him. Didn't the Hearts have alarms or something for when Clubs entered the Palace? Did they? Were they hunting him now? Feeling his stomach roll up on itself, he slunk further on, until things began to look familiar. The boy's room was open, he poked his head gingerly around the corner and allowed a quick assertion that there was no one inside. No one but the boy, and he seemed to be breathing, so h- George felt his stomach lurch. This wasn't the same boy. It had to be, but he- He wasn't right. These mutations were pretty damn distinctive...it had to be Conway's son, but...he'd changed. He had changed a lot. Feeling any sense of relief at the boy's survival melting away at the horror of his transformation into an obviously different species, he debated stealing the boy away. Master would not be pleased. George didn't want to see what Master would do if too many unwanted guests began hovering around. He didn't want the boy hurt... Slowly, he pulled out another small watch, closed his eyes, and ripped himself away from the situation. He would relate the events to Conway as best he could, and hope the Wolf wasn;t angry. |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 8, 2011 1:51:16 GMT -5
Though he slept restlessly Conall was blissfully unaware of what was going, after all he had no recollection of his real mother. He had no idea why he had a strange watch in his drawer or why there was a scarf with the letters of his first and middle name. They were all just exhausting mysteries that he wouldn't be capable of figuring out in the future.
Meanwhile Conway was silently moping in the guest room that had been provided for him. He was too worried to do anything remotely "productive." He spent most of his time fidgeting or pacing, both of which didn't help the level of anxiety he was feeling.
He had probably killed his child. Or something worse. Oh suits, the boy was innocent even if he was a product of something absolutely horrible he didn't deserve to die or suffer. He didn't deserve to disappear either.
The Joker paused to stare at the floor. What about George? What if he had sent George into danger? It was the Court of Hearts. That psychotic Queen and the monstrous King lived there. What if they found him breaking in? They hated Clubs. There was a chance that the Queen would pinch his cheeks and tell him the run along if she was in a good mood, but at the slightest little twitch she could snap and throw him out a window or something! And then there was the matter of the King....
There was much more pacing, and much more anxious twitching to be done as the man went through all the awful scenarios.
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