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Post by The Triplets on Aug 26, 2012 16:22:34 GMT -5
Normally Liadain was good at keeping away from things she was told too, but this was an exception. She felt really bad about leaving her friend alone down there. And she saw no danger in her decision, because she knew that Mr. Waylon was a kind being. She just knew it. So all packed and dressed she had ventured towards the sewers hoping to find her friend. It was somewhat of a miracle that she had avoided being found out by neither John nor her sister. Well at least she thought so, though at least John knew that she was running off.
She found an larger exit to the sewer barred up, but the holes between the bars was just large enough for the little girl to squeeze through if she took her bag off. And so she did, and lighted her flashlight so she could see where she was going this time.
Not only had she been smart enough to bring a flash light, but had dressed in one of her winter dresses. It was still only knee long, but it was thicker and she was wearing a little coat over this time. She still all in black and the same Lolita style as before and still with a little teddy, though this time a rather gothic bunny teddy.
It was probably a bad idea to go down here, not knowing where to find her friend, but she was sure that she would be able to find him! So full of courage she kept walking further in, turning once in a while. She was a little scared of the dark, but she was determinate to find her friend.
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”Well hallo”
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She was on the run, scared to death of the shock she had gotten from an unexpected person joining her here in the dark, one which was not wanted. Some homeless junkie perhaps, someone who had found a little entertainment in the little girl, by knowing that he had a chance when she was down here. But she was faster than expected, but it came at a cost, as her heart had a hard time to run along. Her breath became more unsteady, but she didn’t want to stop running. No she was too terrified to stop running.
Her persuader was slowly gaining in on her, but finally caught up on her, as she fell down, scrapping her knees. Her legs and hands was shaking, her eyes widened with terror as she saw the person slowly stepping closer, grinning widely giggling with anticipation. His hands reached out towards her, grapping her arms and pulled her up, and dragged the terrified girl along.
”Hi guys, I found a playmate down here!” he yelled as he got closer to a little camp. His friends got up, smiling when they saw the little girl, looking from one to the next with fright.
Another of the guys grabbed her around the jaw, turning her head in his direction. Tears started running down her cheeks before she screamed as loud as she possible could, before everything began to blur before her eyes as her legs gave in.
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Post by Killer Croc on Aug 28, 2012 12:06:19 GMT -5
Waylon Jones sat and pondered in his lair. It was a pretty basic home, but it had what he needed. It was located in the middle of a tunnel complex, not unlike the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles underground home, although not nearly as large. (Though he'd never admit it, Croc was rather fond of TMNT, to the point of even owning a couple of old VHS movies.) There was some rather simple furniture, most of them 'custom made' from scrap to support his size and weight. There was even a little electricity. Having found an underground power line not far from his home, he'd dug up a few cables. And 1-2-wazam, power! Some basic lights and a small 12 inches TV with slightly distorted colors. Taking more than that would probably have shown up on the readings, or so he had seen in a mobster movie some time ago. In the corner, placed on a small plastic pedestal salvaged from the backyard behind the theater, was a teddy bear.
He got out of his chair and walked around. He was bored to tears, and there was nothing to do down here. Kicking an old bone out of his way, he decided to take a walk. Might aswell get a little exercise. Had to make do without fresh air.
Rat. Mucky water. Darkness. Rat. Mucky water... The same scenery repeating itself over and over. Sure, there wasn't a safer place on earth, in his own modest opinion. But nothing ever happened down here, and when it finally did, it was always trouble. Always. Trouble. The giant sighed and sat down, looking at the lazy water stream. Then he heard the scream.
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The water breached silently as the scaly head emerged, more or less invisible in the dark damp sewers. There was four people, standing and staring at something. One of them was holding a... bunny? No, five. A person was the center of their attention. He crept closer along the water surface to get a better idea of what was going on. And there it was, dancing around in the air like a totally misplaced fairy in a horror movie. A little sweet scent, among the stinking smell of sewer and sweat. Candyfloss. That moment, Waylon Jones snapped, and Killer Croc took over.
The first two guys disappeared into the water with a loud splash, faster than a bullet could find it's mark. If only they could have found some relief in screaming. But the dark dreary waters gave no such quarter, and mercy was unheard of. The waters turned red. Before the third man had time to panic, a giant monster lept from the canal and smashed him against the concrete wall. Without hesitation, Croc picked him up like a rag doll and pulled him apart, straight across the waist. Flesh and sinew ripped and snapped, blood splattering everywhere. The last man, the fucker who were stupid enough to pick up the bunny, ran for his life.
Or he planned to atleast, before he was picked up by the leg, dangling in front of his soon-to-be undoing. Very slowly, Croc took the bunny from the poor hobos hand, and placed it gently in a corner where there hadn't been any blood, and then turned his attention back at scoundrel. The guys started screaming, wailing his arms about, and even crying for mercy and god and what-not. Killer Croc engulfed mans head with his free hand, and started squeezing it excruciatingly slowly. He kept on screaming of course, as his eyes punctured, skull crushed, and eventually, brain popped. He was thrown into the water, like a toy which had long served it's purpose.
Waylon breathed out, and wiped his hands clean on the clothes of his victims. He turned around and walked over to the girl lying unconscious on the floor.
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Post by The Triplets on Aug 28, 2012 12:37:38 GMT -5
”Arw man… What a drag” the guy holding her sighted and tried pulling her up on her feet, but they didn’t have the strength to keep her standing.
“I had looked forward to a little fight… But can’t we still play with her?” another of ‘em asked, pulling the teddy away from her.
The guy holding her jaw smiled unsettling, finding her frightened, painful and fighting expression funny. “We can still use her…” He slowly said, shortly looking up at his friends.
It wasn’t obvious to see, but her heart was in the middle of fighting to keep her alive, and brain trying to command her lungs to breath in instead of in sneering what little air she had. It wasn’t often that this happened anymore, not after the operation, but it hadn’t gone away like hoped. It was a problem with her heart, but the doctors weren’t sure what it was, since not even the surrogate heart had helped properly.
No matter what, it didn’t seem to matter anymore, as her vision went black and every little part of reality vanished. It was like a dreamless sleep. A dreamless sleep that didn’t feel like sleep, but didn’t feel like.... Like what you would expect death to be. No she knew that she was still alive, but that was it. An unpleasant state which she desperately tried fighting off, in an attempt to gasp for air.
The pain returned slowly increasing, and like she was kicked started her eyes opened as she gasped for air. A hand gripped tightly around her chest squeezing closely. It let her feel how fast her heart was beating, in its own incorrect rhythm.
Her eyelids flickered, only giving her glimpse of the blood on the floor, and what seemed like something of a person, she wasn’t sure. All she knew was that something had happened, and that a feeling of still being touched clang to her skin.
”Waylon……”
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Post by Killer Croc on Aug 28, 2012 13:05:45 GMT -5
She was still alive. She was startled and gasping for air, but atleast she was breathing. He had no idea what to do. Obviously something was wrong with her heart, but Waylon was no doctor. Heck, he could hardly bandage an arm without breaking a leg. So he did the only thing he'd ever learned when someone was scared out of their wits.
He picked Liadain up and craddled her in his arms, tugging in the bunny besides her. And then he waddled on home, humming 'This Old Man' like any other father trying to lull his daughter to sleep.
He wanted to yell at her. Bellows his lungs out at her for acting so stupid. Coming down here again, alone, even when he had told her not to. Was this girl daft or simply that naive? In either case, there wasn't really anything to do about it. And really, he didn't care that much. He was happy to see her.
"Lynch won't shut up about you, y'know. He's driving me crazy."
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Post by The Triplets on Aug 28, 2012 13:23:41 GMT -5
The feeling of his large cold and -not that soft- arms was welcomed by her whole body. It was like knowing what she was out of harm’s way, away from the ghastly touch of humans.
”I’m sorry… I will tell him to be nice to you” she said with a small smile.
She didn’t seem to have much spirit, but if you lived inside her body it would be understandable. It was like she had just been beaten with iron rods for fifteen minutes or so, and now tried to recover. The pain in her chest wasn’t just about to let go, though it slowly faded, as her heart started beating slowly again. Then her body had to recover from the minutes of lacking oxygen.
Slowly as her body started working better, she began to rub her jaw, scratching a little with her nails. At first it seemed like nothing, but she kept doing it even after a while. It didn’t seem like she noticed herself, or she didn’t mind.
”I brought a gift for you!” she exclaimed with what little sound she could muster from her dizziness. She sounded excited like nothing had happened prior.
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Post by Killer Croc on Aug 29, 2012 6:29:47 GMT -5
"You did, huh?" he mumbled absent minded. His head was occupied by thoughts. If this girl could get in this kind of trouble so easily, how long would it be before she was seriously harmed? Was there any way to prevent this? If there was, he couldn't really think of any good solutions on the spot.
Having walked about eight to nine minutes, the tunnel started to widden before them, and a faint light could be spotted. The room they entered were approximately 20 feet tall and 30 across, with tunnels leading in every direction. Circular, with a large part of the floor near the north wall not being there, instead leading down to a large drop. Running water could be heard down below. The room must've been used as a giant waterway before, but had been shut down several years ago. Now, it was inhabited by Croc.
He laid her in rugged burguise armchair, and took a few steps back, unsure of what to say. "Sorry about the mess" was the best he could muster at the moment.
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Post by The Triplets on Sept 2, 2012 13:08:35 GMT -5
"Yerh... I hope you will like it" she mumbled, and gripped tightligt anoud her chest, as her heart started to sting again. But after that she went quiet, only moving the little it took to rub her jaw. She seemed a little off, but probably something the fewest would notise.
She lot herself be placed in the chair, and only looked around for a second before looking back at Waylon. She giggled gently pulling her back off. "It seems nice for an underground home, I like it" her tone was childish and friendly as always. Her attention seemed scattered though as she looked into her back, still rubbing her jaw, which was starting to turn red and one place she had scratched some skin of. But all she did was pulling a large piece of cloth out, then reached the blanket towards him smilling widly. "I would have given it as a birthday present, but I didn't know when you were born" it would seem that she already had convinced herself that they were friends, and wasn't about to believe anything else.
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Post by Killer Croc on Sept 7, 2012 17:54:10 GMT -5
He held back a hoarse chuckle. This situation was just too damn ridiculous. Killer Croc, the king, having a little kid over for tea and biscuits. Well, as long she didn't cause too much trouble, it wouldn't be so bad. Company is company, after all. And she was kinda nice, when all's said and done.
Tilting his head a bit, he kept looking at that particular spot she seemed so fond of scratching. It was getting rather red. "You really should stop scratching that. You'll end up bleeding" he said while pointing a finger at her jaw. His mind quickly trailed off when he saw the gift he'd been offered. Sure it was just a blanket (a much too small one aswell), but it was still a birthday present. The only one that had ever given him a gift for his birthday was Oswald. And now this girl had given him two.
Hesitantly, he reached out and accepted the cloth piece. "I don't really remember when's my birthday... Guess today's as good as any." He was silent for a few moments. "Thanks."
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Post by The Triplets on Sept 8, 2012 18:59:15 GMT -5
With a low sound she questioned his words at first, but the blanket seach had distracted her to take further notis of it. Instead she smiled happily and looked really proud pf herself.
She had been a little afraid that he might wouldn't have liked it, but it seemed like he did. She knew it probably wasn't enough, though she haf sown four blankets together, but it was the best she could do.
"So you don't know how old you are?" she asked in a wondering tone, looking almost baffled by the fact that someone actually didn't know when they were born. To her it had always been a part of her life, and she had always celebrated it along with her sisters.
"Is it because your parents wasn't there for you?" the tone was still questioning but with a twist of curiosity and lacking of understanding. It was all meant in a non harmful way though, she just tried to figure out why he didn't know his birth day. Well she actually tried to figure out a lot about Waylon, but her attention was prior occupied. Mostly by the spots on her jaw where she had been touched.
One again she had resumed to scratching it, not really looking like she had much control over her own hand. She really seemed to have no idear that is was there at all.
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Post by Killer Croc on Sept 12, 2012 14:21:13 GMT -5
He didn't really know what to do with the blanket. It'd almost be a shame to put it on the ground, seeing how dirty it'd become. Eventually, he just folded it together and laid it on one of the chairs, until he'd figure out what to do with it. He did like it though. Was nice with a little color down in the sewers. You do get terrible tired of the same old scenery. And hey, nobody had to know he kept the toys and gift from a little girl around. Nobody made it down into his lair anyways.
"I don't care too much about age... When you live in places like this, you loose track of time. And my parents were assholes." He more or less snorted that last sentence out. He really didn't enjoy speaking about his childhood, and even less about his family. Besides, he hardly ever celebrated anything.
Again he looked at her jaw. "Why do you keep doing that? It'll hurt a lot if you keep that up." With a finger he tried to hold her hand away from her face. Mostly because he wanted to see how she'd react it. She must have -some- control over her limbs.
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Post by The Triplets on Sept 13, 2012 13:01:47 GMT -5
”You shouldn’t swear… John says it’s bad to swear!” she pointed out in a childish way, probably more because that she didn’t like him using swear words, than a way of blaming him. ”… Even if you don’t like someone, it’s not a good think to use swearwords…” she quietly continued. She had a small feeling that something was bothering, but something told her she shouldn’t dig into it.
She looked at him almost surprised when he stopped her. A small tick showed under her eye, and her mind seemed to stop for a second. ”Don’t… Stop me…” she whispered in an empty voice before she pulled her hand back and started scratching again, but stopped again and suddenly had tears running down her face. She hugged her teddy closely, as her shoulders started shaking. ”They are still touching me… I can feel it… It scared me Waylon… I feel sick and scared and it won’t go away… I don’t like the monsters, they scare me… They scare me so much…” she started crying and began rubbing her jaw again.
It was like acid was stuck her jaw, and the voices of her attackers still ran in her head. The smell was hanging tightly inside her, and the very sight of their faces imprinted in her eyes. It horrified her, like only humans could do.
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Post by John E. Bull on Sept 18, 2012 8:26:33 GMT -5
John was running, one of his eyes having already been switched to Infrared while the other remained with normal vision. He knew he had to hurry, he had been trailing Liadain throughout the sewers, having decided to keep an eye on her as she sneaked out, making sure she didn't get hurt. Then of course, interference with the tracking device he had planted in Liadian had resulted in him loosing track of her. And now she was gone! John was cursing himself quietly, if anything happened to her he'd never forgive himself. And that was when he heard the scream. Panic and fear, but obviously his missing charge. John sped up, drawing one of his two Beretta 92, ready to shoot whoever was threatening her.
As he turned a corner he found the remains of the hobos camp, the infrared eye picking up on all the blood and corpses, reminding him of the guy Liadain had mentioned, Waylon was his name. Seemed he had come to her help, and even been kind enough to leave some bloody footprints that John could follow. Thus John followed the trail for what felt like a long time, but was only about nine minutes. It was then that he saw the weak light, turning his infrared eye off as he approached the lair of the 'beast'.
"...hn says it’s bad to swear!” a little voice said, making John smile ever so slightly, after all she was okay it seemed, but he had to make sure.
”They are still touching me… I can feel it… It scared me Waylon… I feel sick and scared and it won’t go away… I don’t like the monsters, they scare me… They scare me so much…” As John heard this he knew that things wasn't alright, it was time to step in. And thus John entered the lair, looking at Liadain with a soft expression as he approached her, more or less ignoring Croc, though he was now fully aware of who his little mistress friend was.
"Liadain, it's alright, the monsters can't hurt you anymore, you're safe... Me and Waylon won't let them touch you again..." He said as he walked to her, kneeling as he opened his arms for her to let her come to him as he turned his head towards the large scaly man. "Greetings Mister Waylon, I am John, Miss Liadain's butler.." He presented himself. He was sure that Croc would already have noticed he had no real scent of his own except that of his surroundings, thus he would probably smell of the sewers and Candyfloss as well as tea. Hopefully Croc wouldn't try and harm him, but if he did, well, John was certain that he could win before Liadain was harmed.
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Post by Killer Croc on Sept 18, 2012 11:05:54 GMT -5
There are some things in existence that truly baffles the mind. Ever since the dawn of the planet, sentient beings had occasionally stopped up and pondered the many mysteries of life. What's the true origin of life? Where are we all heading in the end? How come glue doesn't stick to the inside of the tube? And as for the time being, Waylon Jones was having one of these moments of universal speculating.
What. The. F. After getting a reprimand about speaking nicely from a little girl, which turns out to believe every single human being on the planet is a ravaging monster (which he could kinda relate to atleast), some random armed dude just walks into his lair, completely ignoring him! Being an 11 foot massive predator, you're not really used to anybody sneaking up on you in the first place, especially in an abandoned sewer complex hidden away below the city. Who is this guy? How did he find the way? And why was he so freaking calm about it?! Croc was ready to smack John across the room, when he realized he smelled exactly like Liadain, giving him pause long enough to understand that the guy was actually addressing him now.
"Greetings Mister Waylon, I am John, Miss Liadain's butler." John said.
But Killer Croc said nothing. Standing there, no reaction at all. To some it may even have looked like he was eyeing an intruder. In truth, Waylon had no idea what to say. At all. So inevitably, he just spat out the first thing that came to mind.
"Her jaw's a little weird."
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Post by The Triplets on Sept 18, 2012 12:58:52 GMT -5
With not one second of wondering, the small creature found her way into the newly arrived mans arms. She cuddled closely, just sobbing quietly while finding a safe place against his chest. For someone so scared of people, she was surprisingly open towards this one, but well people always had someone they could handle…?
Her arms wrapped around John’s neck, and a second later, her face was hidden in between her arm and his neck. She gripped tightly around him, shivering weakly from the fright. Perhaps also a little from the earlier excitement, which had but her heart on a not so welcomed test. Her body really wasn’t up for all that testing, especially because it was slowly taking its toll. But for now it was nothing to worry about, instead the attention should be turned towards her mentality. She was slowly breaking down from what had happened with the hobos, feeling sick to her core from the touch and their eyes starring to intensely at her.
She tightened her grip around John and sobbed a little, ignoring everything else. At this moment John was the only thing that mattered, since he was the only one who could get That feeling to disappear. John was the only one she knew who could do it, but that was because he was magical! ”I was so scared, and… and… my heart hurt so bad… I tried to run away but it hurt and then they got to me… And then Waylon came, but it won’t go away! The monsters are still here, on me, and… and” she started crying even more, and rubbed her face in Johns vest, clinging on even tighter. It wasn’t unfamiliar that she reacted like this since it was the same reaction every time she was in physical contact with other people. But to someone who had never experienced it, it sure must have seem overwhelming.
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Post by John E. Bull on Sept 30, 2012 15:50:53 GMT -5
As she approached him, John put away the guns before his arms was wrapped around the small girl in a caring and comforting way. The seeming familiarity of the situation and almost routine like way John seemed to handle it made it obvious this wasn't a first. It had happened before, actually a lot of times, and John had indeed dealt with it before. Not that he ever minded, the siblings well being was his first priority after all.
At Waylon's words John nodded a little, acknowledging the fact. He had noticed it too and he knew he had to fix it. That was then that liadain started talking, describing how she felt. As she started crying John made some comforting sounds, hugging her even closer before he leaned her back a little so she could see into his eyes, a serious, but friendly expression upon his face.
"Liadain, please calm down, everything is gonna be okay.. Here, let me take care of that." He then pulled off his gloves, showing her his bare hands. "You remember how I always clean up at home and you asked how I can do it so well? Remember I told you I have magical, cleaning hands?" He then started stroking her, as if washing off dirt from her face. "See? I am washing the monsters and badness away. I can clean anything after all" He explained, smiling to her in a reassuring matter, as if it was simply the way the world was, his hands was magical and there was nothing he couldn't clean, even her after the monsters touch.
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