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Post by crutchy on Oct 26, 2006 22:45:30 GMT -5
He winced when she hit him again and growled. "They're my friends because we CARe about each other. And you know what?Yeah..I'm a gimp. I have a problem with my leg, ok? But I don't wallow in it unlike you. You seem to wallow in your own misery, huh? Just because there's something wrong with your eye? That's stupid. Besides I know my friends will find out about this..if you ever let me outta here. And they'll come for you, have no doubt about that."He nodded, hoping she took it to heart.
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 27, 2006 15:54:00 GMT -5
Banshee shook her head hard, "Well, if you care for eachother, why aren't they here helping you?" She asked. "And don't talk about my eye like you know what's wrong with me." She jumped at him. "My eye has no affect on me." She had gotten used to it, she had been like that since before she could remember. "You don't have to be physically screwed up to need help." She said, kicking his bad leg.
"What if I just need, just one person, one, to actually care about me?" She asked in an angry way. "Just one." She said a little quieter. "That's why I came here, I'm sure Nicholas cares about me... he let me come down here and have my fun." She spoke not truly sure, but more hoping that Nicholas did care about her. She stepped forwards to punch him, but stopped before her fist flew, and looked at him. 'How can a gimp have friends, but I don't even have someone who even slightly cares...' She thought about this. 'I'm sure Nicholas cares...' She stepped back a few steps, wondering how the gimp would act to this... he'd prob'ly think of her as more a coward for taking back her punch.
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Post by crutchy on Oct 27, 2006 20:16:16 GMT -5
"Because they don't know I'm here."He glared but then frowned when he heard her go on. "Uh...I ...care for you.I..I pity you. I'm sorry about your eye. I know what its like to have people judge you. Please, you and I we're not so different. "He letout a shout as she kicked his bad leg again and put his bound hands up in protest.
"Please. I can help you. If you let me out of here, I know where people will accept you. You've got to trust me."
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 27, 2006 20:45:26 GMT -5
Banshee looked at him a little shocked. She was beating him up, and he said he cared. "How do I know you actually mean it?" She asked, looking him over. Whether or not he meant it, she still had never heard those words directed towards her before. "If I let you out, you have to stick with the story of, you got away." She said, looking a little worried. "And... I can't come with you..." She said, almost sternly. "I'm going to stay here, because... He'll come after me if I leave." She didn't mention that she didn't want him coming after her, because he'd hurt everyone else... and she didn't want him to hurt anyone, beside her (not that she wanted him hurting her).
Reaching down she pulled out a knife. With a couple of cuts, the bounds were undone. Looking around she found a few pieces of wood, one looked a good size. "Just leave." She said, handing him the wood for use as a cane. "I'll be ok, you just go back to your friends. Go up the stairs and out the back door." She quietly walked up the stairs. "I'll distract him."
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Post by crutchy on Oct 28, 2006 15:21:30 GMT -5
He took the wood with caution but found himself letting out a bit of a laugh. "See?When people care about you, you wanna help them. Please..come with me. And if you don't come with me..I'll stay. You need help. My friends would want me to help you. I just proved you wrong for even yourself."He was smiling still, his eyes dancing and feeling a bit like a kindergarten teacher but it was worth it.
"Come on. Either come with me or I'm staying to help whether you like it or not."HE stood there, waiting for her answer.
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 28, 2006 16:09:36 GMT -5
Loking back at him, she almost winced. "He'll come looking for me." She said. "I don't want to have to put me, or anyone else through that." She looked back up stairs.
Looking back she sighed, "Fine, let's go... make this look convincing." She almost commanded. She grabbed him, and started pulling him up the stairs. "It might hurt, but I'm going to drag you out side... just, pretend to be unconcious... I'll just tell him I'm gonna throw you out in the alley." She said, reaching the top of the stairs. She went to open the door but looked back at him, to make sure he would do as she asked.
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Post by crutchy on Oct 28, 2006 21:30:11 GMT -5
He nodded and quickly flopped over dramatically. "That work?"He grinned at her and watched for her answer. Good. He was glad his coming here could save at least one person. But where was Gimmick?
"Don't worry. I think I'm a pretty good actor and I took a beating from you, right?'He limped up, taking the new wood plank that was supposed to be a cane."I think I can take being thrown out."
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Post by nick on Oct 28, 2006 22:18:58 GMT -5
Banshee had just made a very, very, very bad mistake.
Flinging the door open, Nicholas stood there, his eyes looking black against the light behind him, his face covered in shadow.
"Did you know that vents carry sound amazingly well?" He pointed to the two vents that stood near the walls in the basement. "...you can hear every word a person says..." He growled out the last phrase, smirking evily.
From behind him, three of his henchmen showed.
"For your...act of insabordination, you are going to pay dearly, Banshee, love." His face took on a emotion that was akin to sorrow and pain. "...it will hurt me to send you to my dear friend Nick...It really will. I had such high hopes for you. And you betrayed me."
Manipulation was so much fun.
Turning his gaze to Crutchy, he simply shook his head. "...I doubt your friends will come for you. Ever. And if they do...you'll be labled a traitor to them. You have been a very, very stupid boy."
He smirked, his face cold and deadly. "And stupid boys must be punished..."
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 29, 2006 10:36:43 GMT -5
Banshee stared at him, breathing heavily. "No... but." She looked at Crutchy, "You..." tears streamed down her eyes. "You said this would help me! All you did was get me into trouble." Her beathing grew heavier as her anger rose. She glared at the gimp, and pushed him down the stairs. "Don't you ever talk to me again! I don't need your help... I can get better help here." She looked back up to Nicholas, the tears had stopped falling, but she still was very sorry. "Please, I'll do anything. You tell me, and I'll do it." she said, wanting to make up for this.
She was so stupid listening to a gimp, all it did was get her into more trouble. She didn't even look back at the gimp, she didn't want to look or even talk about him anymore.
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Post by crutchy on Oct 29, 2006 21:21:48 GMT -5
"No..I didn't want it to happen this way!I didn't know he could hear us!Banshee,pl ease you have to understand me. I'd be crazy to set you up like this. You have to get out of here!These people are evil!They'll treat you like trash again!please you can't..."He stopped when she pushed him back down the stairs and he let out an agonizing shout, barely able to get back up.
He shook from the pain and winced, his bad leg obviously broken again now. He had heard it crack and the pain was almost unbearable.But he had to make Banshee understand. He wasn't one of the bad guys..he was trying to help.
"I'm not stupid.."He made out to the man who seemed to be the leader. "You're stupid for keeping these kids under your thumb like this. They could have futures but thanks to you they're stuck carting around your garbage. You're the stupid one. YOU."
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 29, 2006 21:29:48 GMT -5
Banshee listened to the Gimp, scared and confused. When he tried to help her, she only got into trouble, but when Nicholas tried to help her, she got a place to stay. For a girl who knew no other life, the choice was simple; who had helped her the best? She closed her eyes and didn't even turn towards the gimp, she couldn't. He was a fool with a bad leg, and she needed someone who could really help her.
She opened her eyes to see Nicholas, and no matter how mad he was at her, she couldn't contain herself. Like a little lost kid, she stood up and wraped her arms around him. She needed someone that she could look to; a role model... and he was the only person who gave her something. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She said to him. Since she was a step below him her arms were around his waist, and her head buried into his gut. "He just kept talking, and I was stupid to listen... and even more stupid to believe him." She admitted. It hurt her so much to know she had betrayed the first person to care for her. Her arms stayed wrapped around him, she couldn't let go, not until he forgave her, or he told her what her punishment would be.
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Post by crutchy on Oct 29, 2006 21:35:54 GMT -5
"Please..Banshee.."He gasped and tried to move his leg again. It wouldn't and he had known it would. "You can't listen to him. He'll just hurt you again. Do you think he actually cared about you all this time?He's just..just..USING you!Both of us.."He made out and cringed when he felt his leg scream in pain.
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Post by nick on Oct 29, 2006 23:32:10 GMT -5
Nicholas made a soft sound, moving a hand through Banshee's hair, rubbing her back a bit. "Nownow Banshee...it's alright..."
He looked at Crutchy, smirking. "Shame on you...I've never harmed a hair on her beautiful head..." He kept petting Banshee's hair and back, as if protecting her.
"...you keep spouting lies, gimp."
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Post by crutchy on Oct 29, 2006 23:40:33 GMT -5
"You've harmed her just by keeping her here under your supposed care!"Crutchy made it a bare shout, still feeling the pain in his now very broken leg. There was no way he could escape now..He would probably die there. But he had to get Banshee's attention.
"And...you don't know what protecting is!My..my..friends will find me, you know. They'll realize I'm missing and theyl'l know you did something about it. You won't get rid of me so easily."
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 30, 2006 7:04:21 GMT -5
Banshee's tears stopped falling when she felt Nicholas' hands through her hair, and his words. "You wont hurt me; will you?" She asked Nicholas, raising her head up to look at him. "He doesn't know what he's talking about." She answered her own question, for she truly believed that Nicholas wouldn't hurt her.
She slowly she turned her head to look at the gimp. She didn't want to listen to him, but his words pierced her; made her almost think again about staying here. She looked back to Nicholas, "Can I... I go upstairs?" She asked, wanting to get away from this. She had already made one mistake, and she didn't want to make another. "Please." She added as she brought her hands back her to side. She had straightened up a bit, and let the remains of her tears roll down her cheeks.
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