born to rage {python}
Dec 3, 2014 22:09:34 GMT -5
Post by cass on Dec 3, 2014 22:09:34 GMT -5
osgarus baeuvallet
He turned around the next corner, thoughts not on the ground before him, but rather in his head. It was a defining habit of his, to lose himself within moments of setting himself on a path. Daydreaming was a habit so deeply ingrained into his mind he spent most of the time doing it. He didn't mind, statistically speaking those that daydreamed were over a higher intelligence then those that did not. Considering the amount of time he spent daydreaming he had to be a man of a high level of intelligence. Or so he thought. And as per usual he did not think about his path, but rather lost himself to his own thoughts.
Appearances were the most misleading things. At first glance you’d overlook Osgarus Baeuvallet, you’d look right past him, perhaps even snicker at his smaller structure, because at a first glance he looked weak. He looked hardly fit to lead more then a children’s escapade into a sandpit. Even then you’d probably fear for his safety, with that expressions on his face, ninety percent of the time it was any wonder he could walk in a straight line. However, walking straight wasn’t the problem in a situation like that, it was his ability to remain focused, and there it was the end. He was a boy with an exceedingly honed in talent: getting lost. He was just that, at this moment, oh so very lost.
Another turn, into a busy street. He was sure Amity was somewhere up ahead... maybe.
The leader of district six’s biggest drug cartel was anything but stereotypical. He was a day-dreamer, a poet of sorts, a cook and a boy that often ended up blurting out the first thing on his mind whether that be an intriguing fact about the female reproductive system or a vulgar fact about how the body malfunctions after it reaches certain levels of pain to finding out why brown rice was a terrible supplement for thin grained rice. He was a book filled with knowledge and his optimistic attitude was often the target of sneers – although those degrading looks never survived long on his subordinates faces, before he wiped them off with a blade. Most people assumed that he was no one of note upon first greeting him, perhaps that was why he now stood in the middle of a street, staring at the last place he was sure he had seen Amity, why no one asked to help him out.
She had been right there. He was sure of it.
No one stopped to ask him what was wrong, because they didn’t know who he was. If this had of been his Headquarters someone would have stopped- no, who was he kidding half of the drug cartel didn’t have a clue who he was. He liked that mysterious air, but at the same time it did have it’s fucking downfalls. For example, right fucking now.
Some guy with more hair and dirt then a dog bumped into him and growled, like the dog he was, at Os, as though it had been his fault. Os smiled, waving a hand apologetically, before spinning away sharply to avoid another person who looked just as unpleasant. Ripred it sucked when no one knew that you could have them killed with the flick of a wrist. Ripred it sucked when you forgot that sometimes you couldn’t daydream in the middle of the street and instead had to actually pay attention because Amity wasn’t playing games and actually needed him to keep up.
He wasn’t looking forward to seeing her pissed off face. An annoyed Amity wasn’t something he liked to deal with, especially when she was annoyed at him. If he didn’t pick up his act by the end of today he wouldn’t be getting any sex from her, instead she’d give him the cold shoulder and let him know that it was his own fault. He didn’t like the thought of that. What he did like the thought of was Amity in his bed, with him pressed against her and a night of fun, waking up to see her by his side. He turned, on his heel, racing a hand quickly through his hair he looked at the land around him. People moved up and down and he narrowed his dark brown eyes, trying to spot her familiar figure. After a few moments he let out a defeated sigh, resigning himself to the fact that Amity was going to notice the lack of idle chit-chat or perhaps the fact that he hadn’t spurted out some random fact by now. And then she’d come and rescue him.
And then he’d deal with her anger. He cringed, inwardly, knowing he had royally fucked up. Today was supposed to be a simple day, check out a lab Cross had done away with, get an inventory, check some stuff and head back. Os had been supposed to lead this one, but he had handed the reigns over to Amity after realizing he wasn’t sure at all on what to actually do. He was really and truly actually very smart. No, seriously, he was. He just never acted like it. Scampering backwards he moved to the edge of the crowd, eyes roaming and hoping to spot Amity first and slink back into position before she could even notice he had been gone, the chances of that were slim, but a man could hope.
But he doubted it. She always ended up rescuing him.
