[06.00: Commentlog]

[psychoticracer]

[prowls down the corridor of deck 6, amber eyes restlessly scanning the room numbers. He's twirling an empty liquor bottle by the neck in one hand, and the knife he's liberated from the kitchen and sharpened on both edges is tucked into his boot. Then he sees it - 7394. He sets the bottle down in the corridor - it's just for backup, and it's an

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[loothian]

[Lucy knew it was stupid of him to offer himself up to Erol -- but his comments were the last straw. Though he enjoyed Nini standing up for him, he felt as if he should take this into his own hands, no matter how dangerous it was. Rarely did the boy ever get this irritated.

Adrenaline rushing through his veins, he flung open the door, free hand clenched into a fist, and in a split second --

He swung at the man in front of him, aiming for his nose.]

[psychoticracer]

[Erol's eyes light up at the fist aiming for his face, and with the reaction speed that made him Haven City's foremost and deadliest racer, he grabs Lucy's forearm and uses the kid's own momentum to pull him forward and over the Commander's shoulder. Adding his own strength to the flip - Mar, this boy's a lightweight - he sends him flying hard against the opposite wall.

As the boy falls to the ground, Erol whips the knife out from his boot, then darts forward to place a knee on his chest and a boot on one wrist. He lays the knife against the kid's cheek, eyes gleaming with anticipation. Erol's voice is a low purr]

Well hello there. You're going to be... fun.

[loothian]

[Lucy attempts to muffle his loud cry of pain as he is thrown against the wall by biting his lip. He finds it sick he can hear the thud of his body as it hids the solid surface and the soft, unwordable noise as he slides down it. By now, his head is spinning and his vision is seperating into blurry, constantly-moving doubles.

He already knew he had gotten himself in too far, and only a few seconds had passed.]

I'm not here for your entertainment.

[His eyes narrow as he says this, and he keeps completely still, though it feels as if everything is moving underneath him. Taking the deepest breath he can manage with a knee pinning him down by his chest, he throws all of his weight (though there's not much) against Erol in an attempt to escape.

...Oh. Forgot about that knife for a second.

God, that hurt.]

Oh god Erol what

[psychoticracer]

[His grin broadens. This one looks like fun.]

Don't be so modest. I bet you'll keep me entertained for a ... very long time.

[Fists his free hand in the boy's hair - hm, a blond - and slams his skull viciously down on the deck to keep him quiet for a moment. Using the time the boy is stunned, he shifts position to straddle his chest and kneel heavily on two pressure points, right between each shoulder cuff and the ribcage. With any luck, it hurts quite a lot. In a smooth movement the knife comes down to slit open Lucy's shirt]

So are you a screamer, boy? Let's find out if you've got a pair of lungs on ya.

[Carves deeply into the bared muscle, then licks the blade clean. Oh, it's been far too long since he did this.]