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Post by max on May 6, 2010 5:51:06 GMT -5
Guarded. Torn. These were the two words which sprung to mind when Max considered Noxx. Add defensive to that list, he told himself. This girl acted as though she had not a care in the world. As if she owned it, was on top of it, and didn’t need to express her emotions. Well, any emotions other than those falling into the category of sarcastic, abrasive and smug. She was hiding something. Possibly something painful, beneath all that jewellery and alternative clothing, the slight sneer he occasionally saw cross her face, and the casual, confident smiles. Noxx’s voice cut into his thoughts, and Max’s eyebrows rose in surprise. She was talking to him, saying the most she had said since she had appeared. He went silent, a look of interest in his eyes, especially as she began to talk about herself. Whether she had intended to or not, Max didn’t know, but he listened quietly as she spoke. His guarded look disappeared, replaced with compassion. Evidently she had had a difficult childhood. Max’s life seemed idyllic compared to the mere hints of a childhood Noxx had dropped.
There was a bit of a silence after Noxx had finished speaking. Max looked down at Retz, his right hand moving to scratch the back of his neck distractedly. Why had she spoken about her emotions? It seemed like a strange thing to say, but he didn’t want to question her about it. This girl, seemingly so powerful, viewed the world through a context bought on by some kind of misery. It was a sad thing to see, and Max suddenly wanted to comfort her. He stayed right where he was. She doesn’t want your help, or your advice, he thought, biting his lip. But he gave her a slight smile, possibly the first he had offered her all night. “Maybe you should keep the words ‘weapons’ and ‘addictive drugs’ to a minimum,” he said, an attempt at light hearted humour. His smile quickly vanished when he looked down at Retz again. He quickly pulled of his coat and laid it over the sleeping shifter, trying to ignore the cold biting into him, then sat back down on the rock.
“So we’re ‘worth your time’, huh?” Max gave her another one of his small smiles. “I can’t really imagine what you see in me, but Retz, well...I’ve never seen something like that before.” His expression grew more serious, and he idly toyed with the notebook without opening it. “He could’ve killed you. But he didn’t, I suppose. He didn’t do it.” He wanted to ask if she had ever lost control like that, but somehow he didn’t think she would appreciate him digging into that past of hers. “And no thanks to the alcohol,” he said belatedly. “They’re gonna sting no matter what I do. I think I’ll just let the cold freeze them numb.” Max shivered a little. He felt a little more relaxed now that Noxx had opened up. Just a tiny bit. A leak, that was all it was. A tiny little leak in her armour, but one he felt told him that she was not a cold-hearted killer. [/color]
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Post by Sky♦ on May 6, 2010 11:26:30 GMT -5
[[If he's moved again, or if someone tries to wake him up now, I'll have him wake up. x3 Just pm me if it happens.]]
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Post by max on May 6, 2010 18:12:07 GMT -5
Let's let Noxx decide that in her post.
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Post by -иoxx on May 6, 2010 19:03:49 GMT -5
Noxx wasn't sure whether it was smart of of hinted her past, did it make her seem weak? Surely she had just proven that she could hold her own, even against a more powerful opponent. At least shifted. Taking note that her strength pended greatly on her form. Metal vs claws was always such a fun fight. But whatever floated her boat. If she had a craving for flesh, she'd get it. A craving for heroine, she'd get it. Anything abiotic she was guarantee to get. But biotic, well that was a bit more difficult.
Shifting her weight, listened to Max. He was talking again, boy did this child like to talk. Resting her chin on arms, stared blankly forward, not finding a reason to respond to any of his rambling, but listened all the same. Not until he started talking about the fight did she care. 'He could’ve killed you. But he didn’t, I suppose. He didn’t do it.' Out of no where, Noxx was on her feet and drew a handgun and pointed it right in between Max's eyes. Crystal eyes filled with rage, spat in a tongue almost with a Slavic accent her rage was so apparent. "You can't KILL when you're loose control! If anything you become DEFENSELESS and BLIND!" Jaw set, and free fist clenched, hated how immature this boy was.
But was she about to explain the rage? The fury? Nope. Bending down beside Retz, gun still in hand. Calming down a bit at his body, threw Max's coat back to him, and took Retz's shirt and put it on his arm. "Oi." Gently nudging him, eyes diverted, waited for him to stir. "Come on, get your lazy ass up. We need to move." Standing up, didn't like being in this cemetary. Especially since night was falling. {or Fallen, sorry not sure what time of night it is Pick a time, any time and I'll work with it.} Gun, ready, in hand looked around as if expecting someone to leap out at them.
Grabbing Ret'z by the arm, attempted to help pull him to his feet. For, passing out from loosing blood was a not-so-graceful act. "Pup. What's your safehouse?" But, then again Max wasn't in a guild, so did he have a safehouse? "I've got mine, maybe a block or two that way." Pointing her gun towards the back of the cemetery, where they would meet a fenced hedge next to a road. It was a shadier part of town, but it was safe, and it looked normal. "Retz, you with us?" Gently touching her hand to his cheek in a very light, very gentle smack, wanted his opinion. Maybe he was a bit more street smart. Boy it would kill her to have to throw him on her shifted back and lug him all the way.
{490 ish words Words} {Noxx in Human Form} {Non-Hostile} {xD Huffy and PUFFY!}
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Post by max on May 6, 2010 19:38:48 GMT -5
Noxx’s sudden change in attitude was almost shocking to see. The girl’s eyes were suddenly as cold and sharp as ice, her body language screaming anger. Then she pulled out a gun... Max recoiled instantly as soon as the weapon slid effortlessly from some hidden place on Noxx and settled just a couple of inches from his face. He cringed, his eyes wide with fear, heart beginning to race again. She has a gun...where did she get a gun?! He closed his eyes as she shouted at him. Why had she suddenly lost it? Another clue to her past, perhaps, but Max was too terrified to consider it at that point. The very thought of being shot scared Max. He had never handled a gun before, had never really touched one. His brother used one every day in his job as a policeman, but Max had never gone near it. He wanted to act brave, to stay calm, but it was too late for that; he was shaking again, this time not just from cold. This was not something he could defend himself from. Not if she pulled that trigger. His life would end right here, right now, and whether she meant to shoot him or not, it didn’t matter; all Max could see was the gun, and all he could hear was her frantic shouting.
Eventually, Max opened his eyes just in time to see the coat flying at him. He caught it awkwardly, then stood up and put it on, taking a step back from Noxx. He thought about asking why she had just aimed a gun at him, but decided it was definitely not a good idea. He was instantly reminded that Noxx was dangerous no matter what her emotional vulnerabilities were and no matter how sorry he felt for her. Max watched Noxx attempt to wake Retz, his posture wary. He slowly put his coat on, his eyes focused on the shifters in front of him, only glancing down to see if his scratches were too visible. Oddly, he had no thought this time of running. As his heart rate began to calm down, he found himself able to think clearer. He should be careful, but it didn’t necessarily mean he was going to kill her. He was now beginning to accept that she wanted and already had control over this situation and that no matter what he said or did, she would just do what she wanted.
“No safe house,” Max said quietly in response to Noxx’s query. She seemed calmer now, though he was unsettled to see that she was casually using her gun as an indication of direction. “Let me help you,” he offered. “I mean, if we can’t wake him, we can sling his arms around both our shoulders and get him back without adding to the injuries he already has.” Retz looked like hell. Violent or not, Noxx had the means to help him without getting the authorities involved. It was becoming a little clearer to the naive wolf-dog that perhaps it wasn’t a good idea if people asked questions. Not that Max would previously have told the world that he could become an animal at will. It was just that he had had more faith in the rest of humanity before tonight. Before the things the other shifters had told him. [/color] I am appalled by my post again. Hurrying before work. So I guess Retz can post next and it’s back to the original order. And no, Max isn’t a coward. He has just never been in rough situations, always lived in good neighbourhoods...let’s face it, most people would cringe seeing a gun. Being realistic here. He’s brave to continue to talk to Noxx after it, buaha. Should we move this thread to Noxx’s house, i.e. start another there? Skim over the details of them dragging Retz, it’s up to you guys.
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Post by Sky♦ on May 7, 2010 9:12:30 GMT -5
Retz
[/u];; "Come on, get your lazy ass up. We need to move."
Oh yeah, that's the first thing you wanted to hear coming out of dreamland. The first thing he thought was I thought I moved out... Why the fuck is that bitch waking me up again? But with a groan, shutting his eyes tighter in hopes of blocking out the real world, he came to his senses.
Pain. Alot of pain. And then...
"Ah!?" He felt his body being lifted up, someone grabbing and yanking his arm. He shuffled slightly to work with it and gain his balance in his half-asleep state, but eventually, he was standing. Oh yeah, Noxx... and Max. I forgot... doi.
Those eyes, cloudy and tear-ridden as they were, scanned his surroundings blindly. He didn't even notice the hand coming to tap his cheek, only hearing murmurs from Noxx. He groaned in response, moving his head away lazily, but grip tightening on her shoulder. He was thankful that she was helping, otherwise his legs would've failed by now.
With great effort, he made a feeble attempt to reach for Max, grumbling something about 'home'. "I need.. coofffeeee..." That did it. Talking did him in, and the world spun.
Aaaannd so did his stomach. He tensed up noticably, a horrid feeling swarming him... before he'd lurch over and cough up what little fluid was in his stomach, along with a decent amount of swallowed blood. After a few seconds of this, he'd groan again.
"Coffeee... a-and.. foooooddd....
[/i]" Slurring, he'd go along with them as soon as movement was made... this was going to be a long walk. [/blockquote][/size][/color] I don't know who I pity more. Retz or Noxx for being so close to him. I'm all good to post again, computer's fixed and muse is a-okay. Noxx can make the new thread, and we can lock this one.
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Post by -иoxx on May 7, 2010 17:18:07 GMT -5
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