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Post by Hannibal King on Aug 29, 2005 19:09:10 GMT -5
He sighed, eyeing a few of the merchants who had their shoppes set up already. It was so boring inside the Tower, and soon he realized it was even worse outside of it. No shit-eaters to kill, no drama or fights, it was just a dull day. Walking past an alleyway he turned a right, hoping for something exciting.
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Post by Tyr "Ripper" King on Aug 29, 2005 19:13:08 GMT -5
He had managed to find someone's old clothes. He wasn't sure of how he had gotten here. He was in his cell, and then, things had went black, and now he was here. His eyes were swollen and red, he had cried, too scared to go anywhere for fear of being hurt. He had fresh wounds on his body and he just tried to push away the cold his body was feeling, and he tried snapping his fingers, trying to make something happen, he knew his body could do it, he knew it could. They had made him this way, but he didn't know the truth himself.
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Post by Hannibal King on Aug 29, 2005 19:18:23 GMT -5
He stopped. He sensed something very odd around the Square. There was a creature there, but he wasnt just one particular race. He was a mixture, and it was very hard to pinpoint of what. He knew he was part Vampire, that much he did know. He looked around, and turned back to where he had walked to before. He headed towards the Alleyway and looked around. He didnt know what it was, or what could happen, but what he did know was that if any humans or other creature got their hands on him, the results might not bode well for this 'mixed' creature.
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Post by Tyr "Ripper" King on Aug 29, 2005 19:21:03 GMT -5
Looking around, he eyed a box on the other side of this barely lit side alley, but was afraid to move, afraid someone would see him, so he looked at the box sadly, silently, wishing he had something else to keep him warm that was close bye and just buried his head against the side of a garbage bag.
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Post by Hannibal King on Aug 29, 2005 19:25:13 GMT -5
He stepped towards the alleyway, looking about. There was a weird scent in the air, and he attributed to what he had sensed earlier. He stopped right in the middle, not seeing or noticing anything of note. He was about to turn when he heard a sound and headed towards it. Then at the very end he could see it, it was a boy, who was wearing some rather raggedy clothes. He looked somewhat dirty, and he felt bad for the kid. He gave an internal sigh and headed in the boys direction, putting his arms before him, just to let him know that he wasnt there to hurt him in anyway.
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Post by Tyr "Ripper" King on Aug 29, 2005 19:27:57 GMT -5
He turned and looked at whoever was coming towards him. They told him that people out here would harm him, and he scrambled towards the wall, trying to make it so his was inacesible and managed to squeeze himself between a dumpster and the wall of the alley.
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Post by Hannibal King on Aug 29, 2005 19:29:39 GMT -5
He watched the boy, and just shook his head, standing right between that spot, seeing slight images of him. "Look kid, I aint gonna hurt ya. If I wanted to do that I'd have done it when I saw you all those feet away. Now come out, before a bubonic rat bites you."
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Post by Tyr "Ripper" King on Aug 29, 2005 19:34:47 GMT -5
"B...B...rat?" He frowned, wondering what that was, and why it would bit him and then scrambled out of the place he had squeezed himself into and found himself that much closer to the man and looked at him silently. "Please...don't hurt me..."
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Post by Hannibal King on Aug 29, 2005 19:39:10 GMT -5
"Yeah, a bubonic rat. They're these nasty buggers who carry a plague with them, and hell if they bite you, you're dead meat." He watched him closely. "I aint gonna hurt ya. I told you already, if I were I'd have done it by now." He inspected him closer and knew right away that this kid had to be some runaway because it looked obvious he was living off the streets. "What's your name?"
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Post by Tyr "Ripper" King on Aug 29, 2005 19:41:15 GMT -5
"Um...all...I know...is Ripper." he looked at the man and shivered, about ready to cry again. Someone who wasn't going to hurt him, it was like a miracle. He was forced to go here because the people at the pub had shoved and pushed him around. One of them had given him a black eye and he was grateful none of them had come to look for him.
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Post by Hannibal King on Aug 29, 2005 19:44:12 GMT -5
Now that he got a better look at him, he noticed the discolored eyes, and he clenched his teeth in anger. If there was one thing he hated it was fucking weak punks beating up on kids. He calmed down, as to not scare the boy. "Ripper, eh? Good name, might get people scared, ya know." He crossed his arm. "How long you been out here? Where are your parents?"
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Post by Tyr "Ripper" King on Aug 29, 2005 19:46:29 GMT -5
"I don't know...and, I don't have any." He looked at the man and wondered why he was being so nice. "Why?" He looked at him and then walked towards him, slowly trusting him a little bit more, though still unsure.
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Post by Hannibal King on Aug 29, 2005 19:48:22 GMT -5
"Just curious. Most parents wouldnt let their kids roam around here with old clothes and battered and bloody like that." He smiled a bit. "My name's Hannibal if you were wondering. You hungry, any?"
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Post by Tyr "Ripper" King on Aug 29, 2005 19:53:57 GMT -5
"Hannibal." He nodded and then looked around and figured whatever this man would be willing to offer him would be better than garbage. This man was so kind and he had never been treated this way, and he thanked him the only instinctive way he knew how, and he wrapped his arms around Hannibal, hugging him tightly.
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Post by Hannibal King on Aug 29, 2005 19:56:50 GMT -5
He was a little taken aback by the hug, but after having met his kids, he wasnt going to say no to one. He instinctively wrapped his arms around him and patted him on the back. "Come on, let's go get you some Chicken on a Stick, I saw someone selling it out there. After that you're coming home with me. I aint gonna let you stay out here to get beaten like you've been."
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