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Walkies

Nov 13, 2008 21:37

Characters: Batou and Erol
Location: Batou's room and Carnival
Date: Late night
Rating: R for violence probably

Erol snarled and paced at a quick march, driven by something he always felt (which had gotten worse in the past two years), but never so keenly as when all his distractions were removed. There really was little crueler that could be done to ( Read more... )

erol, batou, camp carnival

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electronichound November 14 2008, 06:15:58 UTC

Batou opened the door and stepped inside, smiling a bit when he saw that his charge remained in the cage. Well and so, he hadn't expected anything else, because he'd done his damndest to make sure the cage was inescapable. Captivity was clearly taking a heavy toll on Erol, and Batou found that he was growing more concerned by the day. It wasn't that the cyborg gave one tenth of a damn for Erol's condition, but he did think that if the other man died he'd wake up in his quarters--and then Batou would have to go through the trouble of capturing him, and if Erol injured himself in the ensuing struggle then Batou might be punished by the Captain. Unacceptable ( ... )

psychoticracer November 14 2008, 06:29:50 UTC

Erol didn't stop moving.

"You've GOT to be kidding me," he growled. Out, yes, GOD he wanted out. He'd been wanting to see this Carnival place for a while, and he wanted to kill things so badly it hurt. But on a - his eyes flicked back and forth between Batou and the object he'd dropped several times before he figured it out, unwilling to take his eyes off his captor for any length of time - a leash??

What the fuck did he take him for. Batou was fooling himself if he thought Erol would go quietly, and the Commander shifted his pacing track further away from the bars so he couldn't be grabbed. (At least, he was pretty sure. Batou's arms were long but they were also thick.)

To come get him, he'd have to open the door. Erol eyed the cage's singular entrance hungrily. The smart thing to do would be to lure Batou in so he had room to maneuver around the cyborg, but he wasn't certain he had enough self-control not to try to make a break for it the second it was open.

electronichound November 14 2008, 06:34:06 UTC

"Alright, your choice," Batou said and shrugged his massive shoulders. There was no way he was going into that cage. If Erol wanted to go, then he'd submit and obey. "Tell me if you change your mind."

Batou wandered over to his desk and picked up another novel he was reading: The Garlic Ballads by Chinese author Mo Yan. Batou picked it up and leafed to the page he'd left off at, then began to read standing. It was a familiar pose, as his legs would never become tired, and so Batou only sat down to read when he cared about appearances. He didn't care now, and so he was prepared to stand, motionless save for the turning of pages, for hours.

psychoticracer November 14 2008, 06:56:45 UTC

Erol's eyes narrowed and he continued pacing. Like hell he'd come quietly.

A chance to kill...

No. NO. He had his fucking pride. He wouldn't -

need BLOOD need DEATH need it need it NEED IT

"FINE!!!" he exploded, lunging at the bars and hitting them angrily, ending the movement by gripping the bars. "Make it. Fucking. Quick. Before I fucking change my mind. Again."

Tense as a violin string, he glared at Batou with palpable hatred and frustration, breathing hard as if the struggle with himself to let Batou restrain him had been physically strenuous.

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