Eli
Rogue Werewolf
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I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
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Post by Eli on Feb 27, 2007 21:41:51 GMT
Eli stopped, and blinked.
No yelling… no blame, or accusation or anger. How was he meant to act? Was he meant to be grateful, or confused, or… something in between? His natural, inbuilt curiosity about such a strange thing bubbled at the surface, and in a quiet voice, he asked, “Why… why aren’t you mad?”
If he hadn’t been in Katrina’s ‘possession’ so long, he might have found his own behaviour ridiculous; pathetic, overly-submissive and weak. But he had been ‘owned’ for most of his life, beaten into that submission so many times he had stopped getting up, and despite his height, and the vicious carnage he could unleash, he was still the child that had cried alone in the dark night after being tormented and tortured.
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Flynn
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Post by Flynn on Feb 28, 2007 0:18:54 GMT
"It wouldn't be fair if I was to blame you for something you couldn't control." Flynn lifted his head and looked at Eli properly- at least, as properly as he could with slightly blurred vision. "It'd be like blaming you for what she does. If you can't control something, you just can't control it. What's the point in being mad over something like that?"
While Flynn was most certainly far from being happy about his new status, he knew that he was going to take everything step by step and hope for the best. One of those steps, he felt, was putting the blame for things on the appropriate individual. He didn't want to have to deal this- he didn't want to be here or be what he now was- but if things couldn't be changed, then maybe they could at least be worked around.
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Eli
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Slave
I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
Posts: 122
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Post by Eli on Feb 28, 2007 0:46:32 GMT
The older wolf’s haunted eyes narrowed in utter bewilderment. Something he couldn’t control? It wouldn’t be fair? To many, such words wouldn’t be so perplexing, but to Eli, they didn’t seem to fit together very well, and they confused him. Surely Flynn didn’t mean what he had said. Especially the part about blaming Katrina… you simply didn’t blame Katrina. Even if it was warped, she was never at fault… it wasn’t allowed.
“I…” he began timidly, shrunk back against the wall as if making himself smaller would somehow make everything easier to comprehend. “I don’t understand…” His voice had dropped in volume again. He didn’t know if Katrina was still nearby, and she had a habit of hearing things others didn’t want her to hear…
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Flynn
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Post by Flynn on Feb 28, 2007 2:14:30 GMT
Flynn pulled slightly at the chain keeping his right arm secure and gave a little shake of his head. "It wasn't your fault." That was really all that needed to be said on the topic as far as Flynn was concerned, but he thought that perhaps the other werewolf needed a bit more. "I'm going about to start blaming you when you didn't do anything wrong; it's not your fault the full moon makes werewolves lose their mind and you can't help what you are. There's someone to blame for this but they aren't down here right now."
Trying to convince Eli that he wasn't to blame for what was going on had taken Flynn's mind off Katrina's plans for him for the time being; Flynn really couldn't be bothered to worry about himself at the moment. The real threat was upstairs somewhere for now and, while that knowledge by no means allowed him to relax, he allowed him to act as if he could forget for the moment.
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Eli
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Slave
I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
Posts: 122
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Post by Eli on Feb 28, 2007 4:16:22 GMT
The scruffy, somewhat bloodied werewolf across from Flynn still looked confused, and even frightened, as if he expected Katrina to come bolting down the stairs, fuming and furious at any moment, and he even glanced fearfully towards the door above them, up the shadowed stairwell. Eli shook his head quietly, timidly looking back to Flynn before he said, “She has good ears.”
He hoped he wouldn’t need to elaborate on that. He had a few small scars that were evidence of just how good those ears were, and just how adept Katrina was at hearing things the speaker hadn’t intended for her to hear. They were old wounds… older than most others, from when he had still rebelled… before he had come to know better.
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Flynn
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Post by Flynn on Feb 28, 2007 4:46:02 GMT
That, Flynn figured, was just his luck. Having to worry about someone over hearing him from a completely different room was something that he was going to have to get used to, but he was determined to keep that in mind starting right then. If he did, maybe he would be able to watch what he said and avoid any trouble that might come for it.
Turning his eyes towards the door, he couldn't help but wonder where Katrina was. He most certainly didn't want her down in the basement because when she made another appearance- he didn't even want to think about it and tried to force himself not to.
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Eli
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Slave
I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
Posts: 122
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Post by Eli on Feb 28, 2007 23:58:34 GMT
He was so tired. On top of that, the nausea at knowing what he had done the night before kept swimming and rising, and his stomach flipped ungratefully. He wanted some water to wash the taste back down where it belonged, but he didn’t dare leave the basement. Katrina had told him to stay downstairs, and he knew better than to disobey.
With a weary sigh, he looked to the stairs, head resting on his knees, hair tumbling messily, slightly matted with blood, across his brow and eyes. The wounds caused by silver still stung, but the pain was minimal compared to what he had suffered in the past, and as such, Eli had learned how to ‘handle’ it. He was immune to it, but he had almost grown accustomed to it; his pain threshold had heightened, out of necessity, enabling him to just sit there, bloodied and bruised, without wincing or whimpering.
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Flynn
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Post by Flynn on Mar 1, 2007 2:17:04 GMT
"I guess it's a good thing I left Mica with the neighbor," Flynn said softly, fiddling with the shackle around his right wrist. That, at least, offered him a little comfort. He would have been worrying himself sick over the calico's well being if there wasn't someone to look after her; he knew that it had been an amazingly good coincidence that the cat had been acting as if she didn't want to be alone and an even better one that he had realized what was going on and had decided to ask Ms. Davis to watch after the cat.
While knowing that Mica was well taken care of gave him one less worry, Flynn was still- naturally- agitated and becoming frustrated now. He was unsettled and naturally wanted out. Now that his head wasn't pounding quite so badly, it was time to try the shackles again and see if he could manage to get free. He didn't know what he would do if he managed it, but he would figure that out if the time came.
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Eli
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Slave
I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
Posts: 122
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Post by Eli on Mar 1, 2007 3:55:01 GMT
Eli turned his head against his knee, looking across the grubby basement to Flynn, his eyes clouded with confusion. He didn’t recognise the name, assuming shortly after turning his head that he wasn’t supposed to. Perhaps it wasn’t even a name… there was so much Eli didn’t know about the world, after all. So many things he heard on the street at night whenever Katrina took him near other people left him feeling puzzled and stupid.
“Mica?” he repeated, his voice timid, in case the other wolf didn’t like him being inquisitive. “I… I’ve never heard that before.” Pausing, he added, “Is it a name?”
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Flynn
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Post by Flynn on Mar 1, 2007 17:21:55 GMT
When Eli spoke, Flynn looked up from what he was doing, the fingers of his left hand gripping the bottom edge of the band around his right wrist. Technically, it was a mineral, but since it was a name in this instance and Flynn really didn’t think that Eli would be interested in him trying to explain the mineral when he didn’t have any clue as to what he was actually talking about, he nodded. “It’s the name of my cat.” He let go and couldn’t help but raise and eyebrow as his hand brushed against his discarded glasses. That might actually work. Picking up the glasses and studying them, he continued. “I adopted her from a shelter about a year or so ago and she’s basically been my best friend ever since.”
Looking at the earpieces of the glasses, Flynn thought he might be able to make use of them if he could get the protective piece off and get to the actual metal beneath it, which he immediately began attempting. Talking about Mica seemed to help him think clearly for some reason, so he went on, talking partially to himself and partially to Eli. “I’ve got the feeling that Mica thinks she runs the place now. When I first got her, she hid under the bed, but once she got used to her new home, she took over. She’s not very fond of letting new people into the apartment- I think she figures that it’s more her job to protect me than it is mine to protect her…”
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Eli
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Slave
I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
Posts: 122
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Post by Eli on Mar 2, 2007 0:35:36 GMT
Actually, if Flynn had endeavoured to start explaining about the ‘name’ being a mineral, Eli undoubtedly would have taken interest. For all that he had been robbed of over the years, all the new lessons and experiences, he was insanely curious about… well, just about everything. The simplest things could fascinate him, and once, when Katrina had gone off alone, leaving him to guard the house from the doorstep, he had spent over an hour watching a spider weave a web, gently and oh-so-precisely shuffling a plant to conceal the arachnid and her home from view afterwards. He hadn’t wanted Katrina to destroy it, if she saw it. That was about as daring and rebellious as Eli got, nowadays.
“A cat?” Eli actually almost smiled, but pushed the expression away, in case it wasn’t right. “What colour is she?” His voice was childlike, intrigued but tentative, in case he annoyed Flynn. In the back of his mind, guilt kept bubbling; not only had he hurt and turned Flynn, but he’d taken the man, or wolf, away from his pet.
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Flynn
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Post by Flynn on Mar 2, 2007 1:33:21 GMT
Succeeding in his task, Flynn dropped the plastic piece on the floor and started working with the shackle itself, glancing up to Eli and giving a smile as he talked about Mica, his voice clearly revealing that he didn’t mind answering questions about his cat at all. He’d tell Eli anything he asked about her. “She’s a calico, so black, white and orange. It sort of looks like she’s wearing an orange mask over the top part of her face with a couple of black marks on it. I always joke that she knows she’s pretty, so that’s what makes her think that she can get away with just about anything.”
Flynn had never gotten to have a pet when he was a child, so, as soon as he had made it through college, gotten a place and managed to get settled in his job, he had started looking around for a pet, but it hadn’t been until he had found Mica that he had known he had found the right pet for him. He hadn’t even thought twice about taking her home. She had been his cat before he had even opened up the cage she had been kept in and he missed her badly. As sad as it would seem to an outsider (and it seemed pretty sad to him, too), Mica was his closest friend. She was the only one that he felt comfortable being himself around because he knew that she wouldn’t judge him as a geek or too quiet. He had already said that he didn’t blame Eli for this and he really didn’t. He put the blame on Katrina, right where it belonged.
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Eli
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Slave
I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
Posts: 122
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Post by Eli on Mar 3, 2007 1:13:32 GMT
The scruffy lycanthrope looked fascinated, in a quiet kind of way, as Flynn described and talked about Mica. He had always liked cats. They were lively and intriguing to watch, clearly intelligent and he admired and envied their independence, but only ever when Katrina couldn’t see him. When under her watchful eye, cats might as well not exist, he paid them so little attention. He didn’t ‘like’ things around Katrina; she only ruined them or took them away.
“I like cats,” he said, almost to himself, his eyes not quite focusing on Flynn, but a nondescript point off to the side away from him. He doubted he could ever take care of one; Eli barely knew how to take care of himself as it was. His knowledge of first aid was, through necessity and experience, to some, mind blowing, but taking care of something that needed him… it was simply beyond his ability.
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Flynn
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Post by Flynn on Mar 3, 2007 1:46:56 GMT
“When we get out of here, I’ll introduce you.” Not ‘if’ but ‘when’ because he knew that they had to get out of there somehow. Looking back to what he was doing, he continued to attempt tampering with the shackle, trying to get the thing to pop open. “I’ll even show you how to win her over.” A simple kitty treat and Mica was willing to consider just about anyone a friend. “I’m sure the two of you will get along fine.”
The fact that his vision was as clear as it was seemed to unnerve him a bit; Flynn had worn glasses since he was eight, so suddenly being able to see as well as he currently could- and the thought that he would be abele to see even more clearly with a bit more time- was an extremely strange thing. Still, there were far more important things to be worrying about right then, such as getting loose and getting out of there before the psychopath came back.
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Post by Katrina on Mar 3, 2007 2:26:08 GMT
Katrina paused at the top of the stairs. She was planning to go to her room to sleep for a little while, but had stopped to make a mess in the kitchen first. Realizing she had neglected to give Eli his orders for the day, she returned to the basement. She heard Flynn mention something about introducing Eli to something... making friends. It was nearly laughable.
In her pride, it had not occured to her that Eli would be talking back. Not that it was a flaw. Katrina had no flaws. Not in her mind.
It was the clicking noise that really caught her though. The babbling of the new prisoner was amusing, to say the least... but the clicking. She had an idea of what that could be, and no - we couldn't have that.
"Good morning, dogs!" She walked directly down the stairs and over to Eli - ignoring Flynn for the moment... so he could feel he could make some pathetic attempt to hide what he did... he was going to pay... that's all there was to it.
"Eli." She grabbed his hair and looked down at him. "Ah. That eye is certainly going to scar. Do you know why? Because you attacked me, Eli. And you know what that's going to bring, don't you." Pulling his head back painfully, she breathed along his neck. "I should just end your miserable life now. I see very few positives in keeping you around - such trouble you bring." Collaring him by the scruff of the neck, she pushed him hard to the floor and put her boot behind his head, painfully digging the heel in. "But training that one will take time. So I'll keep you. But there will be repercussions for last night." Removing her boot, she looked down at him.
"Apologise. Now."
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