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Post by HumanoidCarbonUnit on Nov 27, 2009 21:28:27 GMT -5
Dante wasn't sure why he was out here. It wasn't safe to be out of camp and alone. Still it was nice to be totally alone here. He was able to relax, at least as much as he could, and not worry that he was scaring others or that others were going to kill him. He tried not to think about what they were doing with out him back at camp, but it was hard.
He lay his head back against a rock. He had come to the caverns because he felt that they would be the safest place to visit, a rather strange way of thinking but that was his thought process. Many were afraid of them and so he figured not many would be there. That was his version of safe. He lay there and tried to think about peaceful things. The rebellion was a nice place to be, they were kind to him there, despite what he thought. Part of him knew that he was accepted there, that they made an effort to try and understand him even if they didn't fully understand why he was the way he was. It was hard for him to think though. Ever sound he heard made him jump. His arm ached as well, he had hurt in one day, how he refused to say. It had been patched up but he refused to take any medicine for it so it ached.
After what must have been the third time of laying back down in a comfortable position he thought he heard a twig snap or a footstep of some sort. He sat up a bit straighter but didn't jump this time. He told himself it was just the sounds of the woods and that he needed to stop being such a ball of nerves. He did not even open his eyes at he thought, instead he tried to make himself contemplate a nap. It was a rather warm day after all, it would be nice to nap in the sun. How many years had it been since he had done such a thing?
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Post by TygerShore on Nov 27, 2009 21:53:57 GMT -5
Leo peered through the woods, looking towards the caves. His target...at least, he hoped it was his target. He had found tracks that had led to a camp -- the rebellion camp -- and had waited nearby it for days, waiting for his target to come out. Finally, this man matched the description, so he had followed.
Leo frowned at himself as yet another stick cracked under his boots. Sneaking wasn't one of his best strengths, especially through the forest. He could usually find a nice place to sit, and take out the target with his gun, then leave the scene easily, but this was different. He had been told that if he didn't bring the man alive, he wouldn't get paid. Leo had thought about shooting the man in the leg, but that would leave a pretty clear trail once it was time to move him, plus, Leo didn't want to risk killing him and not getting paid.
Leo tried to creep closer -- all he had was surprise. He had planned it out loosely in his head -- jump out, know the target out, and carry him to the "sponsor", but he very much doubted that it would happen like that. Another fact that Leo didn't want to dwell on was the fact that this man looked about half his age...Leo couldn't stop the fact that he was getting really old.
Leo saw his chance when the target started getting comfortable, and closed his eyes. Giving himself a boost of adrenaline, and raced towards the target. As he was still a few steps away, his boot caught a root, and he found himself racing towards the ground. He landed and gave a yell as he felt his ankle twist out of it's socket. It was still stuck behind the root.
Leo snarled. Now he was at the mercy of his target. He should've just used his gun.
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Post by HumanoidCarbonUnit on Nov 27, 2009 22:17:22 GMT -5
It wasn't until he heard the other yell that Dante was really aware that he wasn't alone. However as soon as he was sure that he wasn't alone like he had thought he shot to his feet. He saw the man, who was about twice his age, in an instant. His heart raced, should he run or did this man pose no threat. Most humans who were in this area were friends, or escapees looking to get to the camp. Still this man had tried to sneak up on him. That wasn't a good sign.
He tried to tell himself that he was just being paranoid, but he couldn't convince himself of that. “Who are you?” the dirty blond growled, demanding an answer. He tried to look like he was going to be a tough man ot fight, though he wasn't sure how well he could hold up if it came to that. He fought back the urge to run, at least for the time being. He had to make sure he didn't just leave a runaway out in the woods. The other members of the rebellion wouldn't like that, they might even kick him out.
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Post by TygerShore on Nov 27, 2009 22:40:11 GMT -5
“Who are you?”
Leo groaned. The man hadn't been in a deep sleep yet as Leo had desperately wished. Now the target was towering over him. This was not how it was meant to be. Now he had to give the man an answer. He thought about his answer for a moment, and decided on giving the man his real name -- if all went well, the man would be dead soon, at it wouldn't matter what he heard.
"Leonitas" He choked out. He was trying to dislodge his foot from the root, but every time he moved it, pain screamed at him. At least the target didn't seem very violent...Leo could recall some of his targets that would've finished him off ages ago.
An idea flashed through his mind. If the target hadn't killed him yet, he couldn't be that smart, right? Maybe he could be lied to..."Please....please help me." Leo found that it sounded quite truthful since he was spitting out the words, as he tried to pull his foot loose, only making it worse.
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Post by HumanoidCarbonUnit on Nov 28, 2009 21:47:00 GMT -5
Dante thought that the name Leonitas sounded familiar but he was no good with names. He said he wanted help, but Dante wasn't sure about that. Had the man been trying to sneak up on him? The blond man couldn't say for certain. Part of him wanted to just leave, if the man really wanted to get to the camp he would be able to do it. He wasn't in much danger out here anyway. After all Dante had been able to safely make it to the camp and he could very well be on of the most sought after men in the country. At least he might ave been when he had first escaped.
Before he could just turn and leave though, something made him decide to stay. It was a small voice in his head that told him if the man made it back to camp and he didn't help him there would be a problem. On one had if he just killed the man there would be no problem and if he had been trying to kill him future crisis were also adverted. He couldn't stand to go through that again though. The mess and the thoughts that stuck in his mind after that sort of act. It would be easiest to take him back to camp.
“I'll help you,” He said grudgingly. Carefully he made his way to get a better look at the caught foot. “Can't you pull it out yourself?” he asked not really wanting to help the other, “I'm not going to do it without hurting you. And trust me I don't really care to find the least painful way to do this.” The blue eyed man was not very happy with the fact that he lost his alone time and he was not afraid to let his man know it.
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Post by TygerShore on Dec 23, 2009 0:24:23 GMT -5
"I'll help you. I'm not going to do it without hurting you. And trust me I don't really care to find the least painful way to do this.”
Leo rolled his eyes. Yeah, thanks. The words didn't come out of his mouth, the last thing he wanted was the target to leave him. "Have a name, kid?" Leo twisted himself around, and propped himself up so he could take a look at his foot -- and keep an eye on the target. His foot looked tangled, but overall, didn't look too bad. With time, it would mend. The big question that danced through Leo's mind was if the target would give him that time.
Leo groaned as he tried to reach up, to un-tangle his foot himself. This was a perfect example of his deteriorating body however, as Leo couldn't reach his foot. Giving a grunt of pure disgust, he waiting for assistance.
While patiently waiting, Leo examined his surroundings more closely. There weren't many worn paths, and if the target didn't help him, Leo wasn't sure how long it would be until someone came across him. It had been years since he had to rely on another person, and the feeling disgusted him. Ah well, you couldn't win everything.
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Post by HumanoidCarbonUnit on Dec 24, 2009 16:59:07 GMT -5
“Everyone's got a name,” the younger man retorted not really caring to give this stranger his name. He liked to keep to himself particularly when it came to important things like just who he was exactly. Dante still wasn't entirely convinced that this was wasn't trying to kill him, or at least get him killed, so a name was off limits for him. The dirty blond left it at that though, he didn't like explaining himself.
Dante couldn't help but give a little smirk when he saw that Leo couldn't reach his toes. The young man might now be the most fit of all young men but he could at least managed to reach his feet. His smirk disappeared when Leo waved his hand for Dante came and helped him. He was not his little dog to be called up on when the older man needed help. Still Dante did go to help him.
He didn't pay too much attention to what Leo was doing. He didn't really care now that he knew that he really was stuck and that he couldn't reach his own toes. Instead he looked closely at the man's twisted and stuck foot. All he had to do was yank it out. He did his best to clear out a little dirt from below Leo's heel before grabbing the man's foot and doing his best to push and twist it free. He figured it must have hurt but didn't really give that any mind. He was rather annoyed that this man had disturbed his little nap.
After a few minutes of pushing, twisting, and digging he managed to get the other's foot free. “I take it you want to go back to camp with me old man?” The blue eyed Dante asked his annoyed tone showing in his voice. He didn't really think anything about mentioning the camp, he figured that anyone here who was human knew about the camp already and would want to go there.
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