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keep holding on

Oct 19, 2009 01:16

[backdated to the 15th]

Robin Rice left Jo in the kitchen and went straight to Wyatt as he had planned. It was hard to yell and easy to be reprimanded. Eventually, he finds himself by the pier, sitting on the railing as he once did months ago. He's not contemplating suicide this time. No, that would be a lie. He's not seriously contemplating ( Read more... )

aaron barnam, martha jones, kittentits, robin rice, josef soltini, elizabeth jules, desmond descant, ruvin, francis barnam, isabelle kozlov, romeo

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francis_barnam October 19 2009, 07:47:51 UTC

If you asked Francis about his little girl issues he would deny them vehemently. He doesn't have issues. He can't afford to have issues. But he also can't stand seeing a girl get hurt. Not after Morgan. Of course, he doesn't process it in this sort of way. He's very good at building up horrible levels of denial. Everyone needs coping mechanisms. Francis has his, nothing more or nothing less.

And so he thinks nothing of it when he sneaks up behind the man, hitting him hard in the back of the head with his fist.

Just returning a favor.

pplrunincircles October 19 2009, 08:13:55 UTC

It all happens so fast that Elizabeth's not sure what actually happened at first. One second, there was a sharp sharpness against her throat and a smelly dude's face all up in her grill. The next, he's been dropped to the floor, and-

"Oh, it's you! Hi again!" Elizabeth waves at him as if they've met in the sunny park while walking their respective adorable puppies. "I... totally had that covered. I mean, I meant to stop him before he had the knife to my throat, but uhm... thank you! You're like my lifesaver now. Literally." She nudges the unconscious body with her foot, wondering if he'll be alright.

She didn't see his death when she looked into his eyes so he must be.

francis_barnam October 19 2009, 08:16:48 UTC

"Just returning a favor," Francis says. Nothing more. "You save my dry-cleaning, I keep you from getting raped."

Because those are totally equatable. But on a more serious note. He can't imagine what she needs in a neighborhood like this.

"You really shouldn't be in this part of town alone. Even if you would have had that covered, what if he had friends?"

It's hard to believe this naive little death angel could take on one guy with a knife, nonetheless five or six. Francis kicks the man for good measure, shoving his hands in his pockets.

pplrunincircles October 20 2009, 02:25:31 UTC

"I don't know if you can really call that a favor in comparison. It's more like you know something much bigger and more awesome than a favor. It's like-" Elizabeth's eyes goes wide as she stares at him. "Rape? Why would he want to rape me? That doesn't make any sense."

She raises an eyebrow at him.

"I'm here looking for dying people. Ya know. Doing my destiny type. I don't know. If he had friends, I would have hit him and ran? They couldn't keep up with me and eventually I'd find... somebody who could help or they'd give up on running."

He was only human after all even if he did have a knife. Also, she has pepper spray somewhere in her backpack. In half a second, she would have brought her hand up and forced his hand away. Elizabeth is totally stronger.

francis_barnam October 20 2009, 17:47:05 UTC

"Because you're a young, pretty girl," Francis says dully, as if he doesn't have much invested in that. Which he honestly doesn't. He wouldn't lose sleep if he hadn't been here. "In a very, very bad part of town. If you want to live long enough to find your 'destiny,' I suggest that you don't wander around here. Sure, there's likely to be more people dying, but the last thing you need is to be finding your own death, not someone else's. One of the first things you need to learn in life is to weigh your choices. There are things I want to do in this town that would get me killed, disowned, and probably start a war all at the same time. It takes so much resolve to keep from doing them every day, but I have to weigh my choices. So keep looking for your destiny, alright? But try not to do it in neighborhoods where you're likely to get mugged, raped, or killed. If he had just wanted to slit your throat and take your wallet, you'd already given him enough benefit of the doubt. You'd be dead ( ... )

pplrunincircles October 21 2009, 20:31:04 UTC

Elizabeth raises an eyebrow when he gives her his answer. A young, pretty girl? Her? Pfft. She is incapable of seeing herself in that way at the present time. It can't be helped ( ... )

francis_barnam October 22 2009, 01:26:39 UTC

"You'd be amazed at how easy wars are to start," Francis murmurs. He glances over his shoulder at her, trying to look like he doesn't care which direction she goes. But really, the last thing he wants to see right now is Elizabeth to wander off and just get into another scrape. The last things he wants to see is someone losing their little girl.

No one deserves that.

Well. Angels don't.

But it's not like he's thinking about any of these things at all.

"You're going the wrong way," he says finally, sounding frustrated.

pplrunincircles October 22 2009, 06:16:59 UTC

Elizabeth raises her eyebrows, again. Yes, she is amazed that wars are easy to start at least for the ordinary person strolling along the sidewalks. She doesn't comment any further on it, however.

She steps out of the alleyway into the sidewalk and then turns around to look at him, surprised at the frustration in his tone.

"Either way you go, you get out of here, and I think I have a closer route to my house in the long run if I go that-a way," she says with a shrug, not seeing how it matters. The chances of her getting attacked, again, seems slim to her. Like getting struck by lightning twice. "So what way would you recommend, oh, sir?"

francis_barnam October 22 2009, 21:50:46 UTC

Francis turns to look at her, sighing softly. She acts like no one's ever taught her how to deal with something like this. All he can manage to think, not knowing about her childhood, is about how children this day and age really are coddled. No blood on their hands, no sense in their heads. Treated like overgrown infants. And in the end, they die like children, too. Like a child stumbling into the fire, breaking his ankle and slowly burning to death, not able to claw his way out of the firepit ( ... )

pplrunincircles October 22 2009, 23:19:59 UTC

Elizabeth is trying very desperately to remember everything that he says though it's a struggle to remain focused. She has a hard time learning in school, but this is different. This is important. This is life saving potentially. She nods her head at every point that he makes, hoping that she remembers all this.

"...maybe I should have gotten out my journal and started taking notes," she says. Completely seriously. "Thank you for all the tips. I have somebody training me right now in the whole fighting thing, but I never thought to ask for advice about uhm... dangerous-area-smarts."

She turns toward the direction that he points to and nods, glancing back at him with a smile.

"Well. I don't have a dog. My dad is like allergic to every animal ever and even though he's never even home like at all, except for major holidays, it's enough for him to put his foot down about it." Elizabeth rolls her eyes. "Plus Granny's kind of- Well, she'd probably mistake a dog for a burglar. I always wanted one though like a big one. And I'm... not ( ... )

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