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Post by Lucca on Nov 12, 2010 20:30:30 GMT -5
So he was looking for someone too? Arkady wasn't surprised that Cards would lose each other in this sort of weird atmosphere. It was harder to get a track on the scents of his siblings, or anything other than the weird spices. He nodded gratefully. He would feel a lot better once they found his siblings again. But he had no idea where to start looking...a frown furrowed his brow. "Arkady," he introduced himself quietly, and turned to look down the street.
...which was the only way he saw the strange, odd-looking figure suddenly walking towards them from the outskirts of the city. His eyes widened, and...
*****assume meeting Mephit goes here*******
Arkady just ran. He had faced down a few horrors in his short life, but somehow even what he'd seen in Tulgey didn't compare to THAT. The gash on his side was bleeding, soaking into his thick fur, and he was panting from fear and adrenaline. Of course, he glanced back to make sure he companion was following. He could never forgive himself if he left someone in danger behind, even if it was someone he didn't know very well.
"Inside...we...inside," he panted, barely coherent. He started to sprint for the closest place that looked busy and like it might deter someone crazy. Another bar. But this time, they -had- to get in...had to!
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Post by Callypso on Nov 12, 2010 23:46:25 GMT -5
What the fuck. What the everloving FUCK!!! He had never seen anything like that. Okay, so his mom was completely nuts, but that was different! He had never been this terrified in his entire life! Shit, shit, shit, SHIT!!
He ran as fast as his paws could carry him, determined to create as much space between himself and that monster as possible. His eyes bulged as he tore down the road. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, couldn’t process what they’d just gone through. His mind screamed nonsense at him, as though trying to erase the ordeal he had just experienced. The feline was completely incapable of processing anything but RUN. He was pretty sure he was bleeding from somewhere, but all that mattered right now was getting the hell away from there.
As his feet hit the pavement he noticed Arkady slowing and glancing over his shoulder to make sure he was still there. The canine had taken off before Farran, though the Villa would soon be caught up. Farran shot the boy a wild-eyed look and shouted, Go GO GO!!!!!!!!!!!.
For the first time that night, Farran thanked the heavens that the streets were clear as he bolted up one block, then another. He stole one glance behind him to make sure that thing wasn’t anywhere near. A dark shadow far behind moved and he kicked it up a notch, sheer adrenaline rocketing him forward.
Arkady’s breathless, frantic words finally registered a block later just as Farran happened to notice a lit building nearby –another bar. Luck was with them- there was an unmanned side-door, hopefully leading to the storage area. Just as Farran overtook the canine, he careened to the right to herd the boy in that direction.
Over there!!
He barreled through the doorway and lost his footing, tumbling head over tail and crashing into the far wall. When his head stopped spinning, he charged back toward the door they had come through, turned the deadbolt and slunk to the ground, gasping for air.
What... the... hell... just... happened???!!!!
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 13, 2010 0:01:01 GMT -5
Things were starting to get terribly creepy. The usual crowd wasn't filtering in, and when the swan had checked the streets they were empty. All he could think about as he chatted with a few of the regulars and one of the patrons was his Rogers. Was his puppy okay?
He excused himself from the small party. The swan didn't smoke, but he utilized the back room for solitary time every now and again. The boss hardly minded that the diva didn't always use his assigned dressing room since he had successfully raked in cash for years. And maybe he would change into something lighter? As much as he enjoyed his double breasted vest and tear away pants, it was obviously not the night for it. And he doubted he would even manage to put on a show.
The swan had opened the door to watch the feline fly into the wall and the canine boy to follow. He watched in disbelief as the Villa went to lock the door, acting as if he owned the place or something.
"I'm asking myself the exact same thing," Rosewood said as he closed the door behind him. "Patrons normally use the front door, and you both look like you could be underage."
It took a moment for him to notice that one of them were bleeding. Alarm registered on his face. "And potentially in need of medical attention."
Tulgey Weird: It's odd but when you make direct eye contact with him, he's nigh on impossible to distrust...
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Post by Lucca on Nov 13, 2010 10:15:14 GMT -5
Arkady didn't need to be told twice. He booked it for the back door, skittering in just moments after Farren, and immediately hunched over, panting heavily. He shook his head, too winded to speak even if he had an answer to what had just happened. Before, the Capital had been cold, but now he felt overheated and dirty, his pulse racing and his side burning. Water...surely they must have water here, Arkady thought desperately, though at the moment he was just glad to be alive.
He froze at the new voice, and looked up, ears tilting back. He was further worried by the fact the new arrival was pure white, a Tulgey, which just brought up all kinds of unpleasant memories. But somehow, as soon as he saw his eyes...he trusted him. "We...it was...we were...attacked by..." Jumbled words pushed themselves past a dry mouth, but Ark couldn't seem to describe what had just happened. So he shook his head and just gave the Swan a pitiful look, hoping he wouldn't throw them out.
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Post by Callypso on Nov 13, 2010 14:04:02 GMT -5
Farran had curled himself into a tight little ball as soon as his haunches had hit the floor. He was beyond distraught and was trying to keep himself from shaking and was very clearly failing. He had not signed up for this crap. Hunting down your father’s murdered was one thing, but that? A shudder wracked his entire body and he shook his head as if to dislodge the horrible memory.
The swan’s voice rang out and was met with a wail from the feline that was part terror, part exasperation, part anger. Come on. Tonight was bad enough without them getting tossed back out on the streets to face that demon. He hadn’t even had a chance to ask around about this Rogers guy, Arkady was still lost – which made him responsible, he supposed, and now he was going to get in trouble for fleeing to safety? This was bullshit.
Farran looked up to challenge the newcomer because he had just had it. Once he met the Tulgey’s eyes, though, he completely lost his resolve. A trickle of blood dripped down through his mane and across his nose, which triggered a pathetic sob from the young man. He backed up further into the door he had dead-bolted and hung his head in shame and terror, haphazardly batting at the blood as though it were some diseased thing he just wanted off him. He gave up almost immediately. Touching the sticky, hot blood was just another reminder of what they'd just gone through and he didn't want any part of it. He looked beseechingly at the stranger and tried to speak.
P-please?
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 13, 2010 14:30:01 GMT -5
Attacked? Well that was unfortunate. Of course he didn't see the need for the wailing and the melodrama. They really must have been children to be flailing around like that. Then again they easily could have been putting on a show. There were plenty of Villa actors out there.
"Suits," he said after a moment. He reached back and opened the door behind him, doing his best not to roll his eyes. "If you're going to act like crying children you're going to get kicked out. However, if you walk out there and act remotely normal the boss won't throw you out on the cobbled stone. Buck up, order some apple cider and we'll have a nice chat while I clean you up a bit."
So much for a break. A small sigh escaped the swan as he went to usher the two boys out of the storage room. Had they honestly thought they could jump into a bar and sit in the storage room and have no one find them? He poked his head out of the door and called the bartender. "Could you be a dear and get these boys some cider? And while you're at it can you grab a few bandages and get me another drink?" He was going to need it, from the looks of how the night was going.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 13, 2010 15:06:21 GMT -5
Crying? Arkady frowned and turned away. He...he wasn't crying! But apparently Farran was? The pup moved closer to the Feline and nosed him on the shoulder. Rosewood seemed a bit disgusted by it, but he didn't know the monster they'd just seen. Not everyone could face things like that, and Farran seemed like he'd never faced anything like that before...not that Ark had, but the horrors he'd seen in Tulgey at least somewhat compared to that experience. Still, he thought the swan was right. He was in a bar. Puppy dog eyes would not be to his credit.
Arkady took a deep breath and stepped back from Farran, smoothing his mohawk out with his paw. There was nothing he could really do about the blood until Rosewood brought water. Unless there was already a bucket or a sink in the room. He began to investigate the room now that his heart was almost down to a normal rate. It was good to be indoors out of the wind.
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Post by Callypso on Nov 15, 2010 0:13:17 GMT -5
Crying children?! Farran may have been terrified, but he’d have to be in all-out shock to miss the contempt that dripped from the swan’s beak. He sniffled a bit and wiped his eyes, effectively smearing blood across his face. He looked up at the newcomer with his brows furrowed. What was this guy’s problem? The biped was acting like they’d purposefully come crashing through the door to personally inconvenience him. On top of that he’d called the feline a child. A child. No adolescent enjoyed condescension, but Farran even less so. He’d waited forever to be able to pack up and leave the Villa, and here was some snotty bird mocking him for absolutely no reason.
He had to bite back the venom that threatened to spew from his muzzle because at that moment a canine nose pressed into his shoulder. The wet nose served as a reminder of what he was here to do, not just for himself, but for the Solandrain. As mad as he was, he had agreed to help Arkady and he couldn’t do that if he insulted their ill-mannered savior. He bit the inside of his cheek and decided that now was the time to utilize the behavior he’d learned as a well-bred Villa diamond.
We’re terribly sorry to have bothered you, but we came here to find safety. With all due respect, I’m sure you’d be rather upset, too, if you’d just seen what… he faltered, unable to describe what they’d just witnessed and suppressed a shudder. He swallowed, but his voice still came through a bit thicker than normal, What we’ve just seen. We’d be much obliged if you could help us, just please don’t send us out there just now. It’s… it’s not right out there. Prick.
Farran was glad that he still sounded upset, though now it was for reasons beyond the threat of the psycho they’d just escaped from. It had been really hard to choke those words out. He didn’t feel like he had to explain himself to the rude Tulgey, nor had he ever been treated this way before, especially not by a mere 7 of Clubs! Still, he just hoped the guy would help him find Arkady’s family, and if he was really lucky, he’d get a lead on “Rogers”…
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 15, 2010 1:44:23 GMT -5
Rosewood crossed his arms as he looked at the cat. Really? They had come barging in here like two madman and expected him to have some sort of pity on them? It wasn't as if their organs were spilling out, and they only seemed to have a few scrapes. This was why he preferred older company. They didn't make ridiculous assumptions.
He narrowed his eyes at the Villa as he spoke. He had met very few from the region, but he had always expected diamonds to always act with grace. Shouldn't he be a little more grateful that he wasn't kicking their asses out on the street? The young Spade boy seemed to have a decent head on his shoulders while the Diamond had his head up his ass. Though he recovered amazingly quickly for being traumatized.
"With all due respect, you would be fairly flustered if two strange people came clambering into your break room, and promptly started begging. It's more than a little jarring." His feathers ruffled briefly before towels were presented to to him slightly outside of the storage room door.
His coworker gave a curious look into the room, their canine nose wrinkled slightly. "What...?" she asked over his shoulder.
Rosewood refrained from sighing as he accepted the towels. Apparently they didn't have bandages readily available. He offered them to both of the boys. "Listen carefully, I hate to tell you this but barging into a strip club-attacked or otherwise--isn't going to get you much sympathy. I can call the police for you if you want. For now see if you can clean up with these, and then you're going to have to come out of here before the boss drags you out by your ears and kicks you out."
He leaned on the door frame and shooed his coworker away. It was a slow night anyway, so he supposed he could put up with this for a little while longer. "My name is Rosewood."
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Post by Lucca on Nov 15, 2010 9:07:20 GMT -5
Arkady's investigation had turned up a small sink, for which he was very grateful. His ears went back as Farran seemed to take offense, and both he and the Swan did this weird polite-but-not thing at each other. Arkady tried very hard not to get involved, instead taking the towels and going over to the small sink to wash up as best he could. Luckily, the cut had stopped bleeding, but it still stung as he washed and dried it, the towel coming away soaked with blood.
Of course, he stopped dead when Rosewood said this was apparently a strip club. Oh man, his mom was going to kill him! Though maybe she'd forgive him if she learned about the psycho Deer who was -actually- trying to kill him before he came in here? He turned to look at Rosewood, setting the dirty towel in a corner. "I'm Arkady," he offered. "Thanks for...not kicking us out." At least, he HOPED they weren't being kicked out. The Swan had said something about them drinking cider before...but the Coyote wasn't entirely sure how to interpret all the things he'd just said...
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