Post by Ike O'Nyle D8M [Tom] on Dec 30, 2017 2:02:35 GMT -5
Cocky words that fall from his lips. Trigger finger ready to shoot if needed. The thugs that were sent to collect his debt had been tricked once again. Ugly and Handsome in front of him like time and time again, but something's different. A chuckle coming from his throat as he threatens to shoot once again, but this time, ugly's figured him out. A step to soon and there's a driving knee into his stomach. A fist to the face as he falls back. Tumbling, his leg is cut by something sharp as Handsome and Ugly kick and kick.
Everything vanishes, until he realizes he's limping away. Left leg burning from pain, as his jeans are turning darker with crimson life. Gunnar wouldn't help him. His father would kill him. There's no where to go. Nothing to do, but bleed like a lesson was learned. The upper hand lost because Ugly charged him and whatever upper power decided that he couldn't shoot them for whatever reason, mental, holy, or physical. Instead, he's biting his cheek and pushing to where the crows reside, someone's bound to help him.
Inside, he moves to where Toni usually is. A whisper upon his lips already, but a grimacing in his eyes. Pain, he's experienced it before, but it still hurts. Never getting easier with time as the wound feels fresh and continuously dripping blood by every second.
Eyes glancing away and back to her as his voice finds it's way out.
Toni had a room at the Roost, but she very rarely used it. She had a house full of con men to take care of, and a bedroom there where she knew every crack in the ceiling and every grain in the splintering wooden floors. Her room at the Roost was fine, but at times it felt gaping and empty, a hollow space that she wasn't quite suited to fill. Still, some nights it was unavoidable - Gunnar called a late meeting, or she didn't want one of her dads to see her face after a particular hit.
On that night, as she opened the door, she felt a deep tug in her gut that assured her it was Fate that had kept her in the Roost. Gunnar would be furious if he found Xenos dripping blood all over his floors, so with a hissed curse she grabbed at the sharpshoot's arm and dragged him into the room, shutting the door firmly behind them. Her wide eyes swept him over and she murmured a quick prayer before meeting his gaze in the dim lightning.
"Where'd they get you?" She ducked down under the rickety bed, fumbling for the first aid kit she kept there. Mae had insisted. The healer had declared that if Toni loved playing with knives so much, she'd better keep around the means to patch herself up if she needed to. Her lips pressed together into a thin line as she turned around. "Gunnar's going to throttle you. You're not supposed to be getting into trouble like this anymore."