[semi-closed, in progress]
Who: Heine Rammsteiner, Giovanni, Nill, and possibly the Priest
What: Heine grudgingly returns to a wounded Giovanni, the curious take note.
Where: Old abandoned warehouse, the warehouse district.
When: Several hours after this log.
Heine didn't know why he was doing this. Not the rescuing Giovanni part-he had come to terms with that. Because as much as he loathed Giovanni's presence, he didn't actually want him dead. Well, at least not at the moment. Not when there was so much damn history and they were suddenly in a place where history, outside of its context, meant all kinds of different things that Heine hadn't figured out yet.
Maybe that was why he was going back again, a bag filled with bandages slung over his shoulder-because there was still too much that he hadn't figured out. He didn't even know if he'd return to the warehouse where he'd dumped Giovanni to find him healed and waiting to shoot him the moment he walked through the door. Or else just lying there dead in a pool of his own blood.
In the few hours since he'd left Giovanni here, Heine had gathered supplies and returned to the church-his de facto home-to change his clothes, coming and going without a word to anyone. He didn't bother to try and sneak out unnoticed because this was exactly the sort of thing he always did. The only difference was that this time the blood soaking his shirt wasn't his own and there weren't any bullet holes to speak of in his clothes.
He paused only a moment at the warehouse door, listening for movement inside before pulling it open and stepping through. He let his eyes adjust to the relative darkness-it was late afternoon but in the shadowy interior of the building, it already looked like twilight. The room where he'd left Giovanni was towards the back of the building, more an alcove really, but it was private and secluded. Were it not for a few blood drops on the floor, no one would have known at first glance that there was anyone here at all.
Leaving the door just slightly ajar behind him to let the light in, Heine went to see what was left of his "brother."
What: Heine grudgingly returns to a wounded Giovanni, the curious take note.
Where: Old abandoned warehouse, the warehouse district.
When: Several hours after this log.
Heine didn't know why he was doing this. Not the rescuing Giovanni part-he had come to terms with that. Because as much as he loathed Giovanni's presence, he didn't actually want him dead. Well, at least not at the moment. Not when there was so much damn history and they were suddenly in a place where history, outside of its context, meant all kinds of different things that Heine hadn't figured out yet.
Maybe that was why he was going back again, a bag filled with bandages slung over his shoulder-because there was still too much that he hadn't figured out. He didn't even know if he'd return to the warehouse where he'd dumped Giovanni to find him healed and waiting to shoot him the moment he walked through the door. Or else just lying there dead in a pool of his own blood.
In the few hours since he'd left Giovanni here, Heine had gathered supplies and returned to the church-his de facto home-to change his clothes, coming and going without a word to anyone. He didn't bother to try and sneak out unnoticed because this was exactly the sort of thing he always did. The only difference was that this time the blood soaking his shirt wasn't his own and there weren't any bullet holes to speak of in his clothes.
He paused only a moment at the warehouse door, listening for movement inside before pulling it open and stepping through. He let his eyes adjust to the relative darkness-it was late afternoon but in the shadowy interior of the building, it already looked like twilight. The room where he'd left Giovanni was towards the back of the building, more an alcove really, but it was private and secluded. Were it not for a few blood drops on the floor, no one would have known at first glance that there was anyone here at all.
Leaving the door just slightly ajar behind him to let the light in, Heine went to see what was left of his "brother."