|
|
Post by Ryu Hayabusa on Dec 14, 2009 8:57:18 GMT -8
Ryu practically flew into the hospitals Emergency room entrance. He left the stolen keys in the stolen car right in the entrance way, and carried the little black and white idiot girl into the hospital. Significantly more calm than the last time he'd carried someone to a hospital, Ryu got the girl into care without issue, and sat down in the waiting room.
A short time after that, someone mentioned the car in the entrance, and Ryu went to go move the damn thing. Sitting back down, he exhaled and leaned back in his seat, looking up at the ceiling. [Don't know.]
[What?][/i] Ryu didn't even move as the mental conversation began. It happened periodically, and reacting physically only led to glances from people int he surround. And that wasn't a good thing.
[You were wondering what the hell you're doing.
Don't know.
You defended someone you don't even know. Someone who was attempting to force you to teach her to fight, more or less. And now you've brought her to a hospital, and are proceeding to wait on the doctors to tell you how she is.
Well, I suppose that would answer the question on a literal end.. But I still have no fucking clue what you're doing.]
"..."
[I'm becoming what I used to be.]
A long silence pervaded the divided mind. as Ryu continued to stare at the ceiling tile directly over him.
[I see.
Think you can pull it off as you are?]
[Don't know.]
The voice faded, and Chaos retreated. He had been even more tame than usual lately. It was odd and likely a product of Ryu's new level of control over him... but it was a welcome reprieve, not having to be so ravenously psychotic all the time. Having the chance to be somewhat 'normal'. He chuckled softly at this. Ryu had never been normal. He only knew what normal was by stereotypical definitions. Happy. Complacent. A productive member of society. Hah. And to think, recent events were bringing him closer to that ignorant and imbecilic ideal. He certainly was becoming more 'normal'. And he could recognize exactly what had been the cause of that. Mitsukai. Having to care for her-- No, not having too, he wanted to do it-- had given him something to latch onto. It had given him a grounding in the storm of psychosis. He was grateful for it, and now it seemed like he was going to end up with another link to the rest of the world.
A sigh flowed out into the air, and he closed his eyes.
Some hours later, the doctors came to him, and told him that they had done what they could for the girl. Emergency surgery to repair the tear in her lung and realign her ribs. Burn treatment. Other things. They told him that she was stable, and in a room. They led him up to the fourth floor, and Ryu sat down in a plastic and metal chair next to the bed.
|
|
<DeVoN>
Trainee
[M:1000]
*Stare*
Posts: 65
|
Post by <DeVoN> on Dec 14, 2009 10:15:45 GMT -8
"Usted es casi fuera de suerte, Gabriella."
Devon opened her eyes, only having to look around for a split second to realize where she was. She was back. A small sigh escaped her lips as she leaned up in her chair and took in her surroundings. It was a closed, dark sort of room with dull stone walls, a lone visiting booth on one of the walls. On Devon's side, it was almost completely covered in graffiti and writing, filled with tally marks, cries of help, and even a few bloodsplatters here and there. On the other side of the booth... the bloodsplatters were abundant, and the entire room was outlined with fire. It was like an oven, almost... and the piece of meat in the middle that it was cooking, with its dark eyes glinting at the young dreamer amusedly?
"<...Hello again, Eva.>"
As Devon spoke in spanish, the older woman on the other side of the glass shook her head a bit, a small smirk playing at the ends of her waxy, crimson lips. Like Devon's, her skin was a deep tan, though her black hair was long and silky, unlike Devon's. She didn't seem to even be affected by the raging fires within the cell anymore.
"Hey, Dagon. Turn up the heat over there."
"Very well..."
The flames raged more strongly, but despite this, Eva's smirk only widened.
"<You do realize that he can't turn the flames down... The hotter he turns them up, the hotter they will be when you're here, as well.>"
"<...What are you, the fuckin' Emperor of the Empire from Star Wars? If you say it's 'It is your destiny', I might come over there just to dissect you again.>"
"<...You may be the one that sent me here, Gabriella, but that would not excuse you. You forget... the door handle is only on your side.>"
Devon glanced over towards the door next to the window. Indeed, from day one, she had been told that it was a one-way door. Once you go in, you can't get back out again.
"<...They might as well just get rid of the door and fill it in, because I already told you. I'm not touching that handle.>"
Eva shook her head, realizing that she could not convince the girl... not now, in any case. She was far too stubborn...
After all, she was her daughter.
"<So, whore, you got anything else to tell me, or can I leave now?>"
Eva shook her head again for a moment before speaking.
"<Don't you even know why you're here, Gabriella? You almost met your end. You certainly seem to be pushing your limits...>"
"<...So I am. But so what? If destiny tells me to push 'em, then I push away. My death'll come when time's up, no sooner, no later.>"
"<There you go again with that silly 'destiny' bullshit... Do you not realize? The more you go with this philosophy of yours, of doing whatever you feel like, the closer you will get to opening the door... especially when your hormones really start to kick in...>"
".........
Seriously Dagon? You'll never be able to cook this bitch through all the makeup she's wearing. Turn it up some more, willya?"
The flames rose once more, and by now, Eva's makeup was beginning to run down her face. The two glared at each other for a moment, Eva with that pompous, all-knowing look, and Devon with a simple glare of disgust. No hidden emotions here. No falsities. It was here that she felt free to show her true colors.
"<You seem to misunderstand who you're talking to, whore. While it may be true that I did emerge from that disease-ridden cunt of yours, we are nothing alike.>"
Eva simply kept quiet, that same smarmy look on her whorish melting face, even through the makeup and sweat pouring down her face. Devon's fist tensed, and she grit her teeth. Her side of the room seemed to be heating up as well...
"<Don't give me that look, bitch. You're going to burn here like you fuckin' deserve, and I'm going to make DAMN sure that you do it alone. YOU HEAR ME?! THAT FUCKIN' DOOR'S GOING TO BE ALL FILLED UP, AND YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKIN' SUFFER ALL ALONE.
YOU HEAR ME, YOU FILTHY WHORE?! I WAS, AM, AND ALWAYS WILL BE BETTER THAN YOU! YOU'LL SEE! YOU'LL FUCKIN' SEE!!>"
Eva's smile seemed to fade away against the scorching white light that suddenly started to fill the room...
______________________________________________________
Devon's eyes shot wide open as her vision began to refocus, her heart rate shooting up for a moment before she began to calm down and take in where she was. White walls, that horrible sterilizing smell... yep, she was at the hospital. But... who took her, then...? Her gaze slowly traveled around until they focused on her sensei, who was sitting in a chair next to the bed.
She attempted to let out a sigh, until she felt her abdomen throb in pain. Right... ribcage was busted. Looks like she was actually able to use it now, but even so, it hurt. Looking away and out towards the wall, Devon simply lay there, not saying anything. After all... what was there to say, in the state she was in?
...Well. There may have been one thing.
"...Sensei.
...What was... that?
That... fire... thing... he did."
|
|
|
|
Post by Ryu Hayabusa on Dec 14, 2009 11:06:11 GMT -8
Ryu held up a hand to her. "Don't talk. Breathing is a bad idea right now." He looked at her face, whether or not she was looking at him. "They call it a pneumothorax. You had a punctured lung.. among other things. The burns had made it difficult to treat, so don't push it." His deep voice sounded quietly in the relatively silent room. Even the heart monitors didn't make any noise any more. At least until it needed attention.
Leaving it at that for a minute, Ryu breathed in and spoke slowly. "At my last school, there was a teacher who could create extra pairs of arms below his own made out of energy. There was one kid who could see about five seconds into the future. Another one who produced a dark blue aura that pushed opponents away from him. Another that spontaneously created fire. One who could control fire, but not create it." Recalling the security, "A teacher who's very presence halted these effects." He shifted in his seat and stared down at his right arm, sitting on the arm of the chair.
"There are various people in this world, particularly within this fucked up school system, who have certain powers. Certain abilities. The results stretch from the shit I just told you about to being able to increase a persons physical strength and speed dramatically." His hand curled into a fist and his arm tensed, the muscles increasing in girth before he loosened it and it settled back down. "His was just another power. A strong one. Fire based." He sighed, "The fire hose should have worked... but I don't pretend to know what the fuck these abilities are about. I don't pretend to know how they came to be, or why any one else has them. All I know is that they're there, and that they add a whole other layer to surviving in these shit hole schools."
He'd shut up for another minute, tongue running on the inside of his teeth a bit as he thought. Shrugging, "What's your name?" Yeah, he told her not to speak, but as long as she didn't have thirty names, a few short words wouldn't do too much. His bright blue, piercing eyes would flick to the left, and his hand reach for the draw of the bedside table. Sliding it open, he'd find a pen and pad, and put them in front of her right hand. "Write whatever you want to say." he'd say with a slight nod in the pads direction.
|
|
<DeVoN>
Trainee
[M:1000]
*Stare*
Posts: 65
|
Post by <DeVoN> on Dec 14, 2009 13:35:21 GMT -8
Devon kept her mouth shut and continued to look tiredly towards the wall, her expression never changing. Yes, it was a bad idea to talk, but she had to know how Crispy did what he did. Now that she was a bit more awake now, she couldn't help but notice... that kid really did do a number on her. He was wheelchair-bound and wrapped in bandages before, though... How was he able to go from that, to......... that?
In any case, though she seemed rather unresponsive to the outside world, inside, Devon was listening, soaking up her sensei's words. It seemed as if that kid wasn't the only one... There were more of these types of people. Much more. She was rather shocked that she hadn't seen any of those types in middle school... not one. Then again, they very well could have been able of using these... abilities then. Perhaps they simply kept it all to themselves.
...Ooooor maybe they were just all wimps anyway.
In any case, now that she had a bit of a better idea of what exactly she was dealing with at this place. If others had these abilities, too... then perhaps...
~"What's your name?"~
"...Devon."
It was times such as these that she was glad she only had one name now. She didn't even need "a few short words" for that, let alone thirty.
Sensei handed her a pen and paper, offering to her to write what she wanted to say down. She slowly turned her head towards it, her right hand not even bothering to take it. Like I said before, Devon wasn't even sure what to say in these sorts of situations, especially to someone that she barely even knew. After a minute of inner debate, however, she finally clasped the pad and pen, sliding them up to where she could see it properly without placing them on her abdomen. She took a moment to write down something, an odd look in her eye. Devon seemed much less tired than she had been just a minute before as she did so, her gaze almost seeming... concentrated. Determined. ...Almost, in any case. After a bit, she closed her eyes, still awake, and handed the pad back to her Sensei.
If these abilities that you speak of are as common as you make them sound, then I will learn how to get one of those abilities for my own. Whether or not you are the one to teach me is completely up to you. If you decide to do so, then it will be so. If you decide not to, then I will find my own way.
Indeed, he was her sensei, and thus, it would probably not be wrong for him to teach her how to discover these abilities. However, if he was unable to teach her, or simply didn't want to, then it would not interfere with her plans a single bit. No matter what, she was going to learn one of these techniques and get stronger.
She knew it.
It was destiny.
Why else would this happen?
|
|
|
|
Post by Ryu Hayabusa on Dec 14, 2009 15:06:45 GMT -8
He'd let the one name slip for now. She was in no condition to be pressed further, and at the moment, it wasn't necessary. Body leaning in a bit, his left grabbed the pad from her, and he glanced it over before dropping it back where he'd left it by her side. Breathing in again, "Like I said. I don't pretend to know much of anything about these abilities.... I have no idea where they come from. Or why. Or how. I don't know how they're normally controlled, or how they were manifested. I've never asked any one how theirs came to be." The same left hand came up and scratched the side of his head before dropping down onto the arm of the chair.
The gold bracelet on his wrist glinted from a bit of light that poured in through the window. "All I know is this: They seem to manifest only in powerful fighters, and they seem to be connected to a persons strengths. They get stronger as the person does." Then he went into something that he'd never directly told any one else. He'd never before mentioned his own power to any one. "Mine manifested in a benign manner. I didn't burst into flames or short out a city block. It simply came into existence over years of training. So my knowledge is extremely limited, but if I can help you, I will." And there was that. She hadn't asked. She hadn't even demanded it. She had just acted as if the fact that he was her teacher was set in stone. And now it was.
There was only one thing more to be said-- for the time being, "My name is Ryu Hayabusa."
|
|
<DeVoN>
Trainee
[M:1000]
*Stare*
Posts: 65
|
Post by <DeVoN> on Dec 15, 2009 16:51:22 GMT -8
Devon simply lay in her bed, her eyes still closed, taking in her sensei's words without any visible reaction, just like she had before. So he was going to help her after all... It was good to know how much he looked after his students. The only other sensei she had ever really had was Dan, and even he wasn't too great in close combat; just enough to improve her technique a little. This one was different, though. She could feel it. She just had this feeling that she may learn more from him about fighting than she had ever learned by herself.
...Alright, slight exaggeration. Still, Devon had a good feeling about him.
As Sensei revealed his name, she shook her head slightly, her eyes opening slightly as she began to write down on the notepad again.
Not anymore, you ain't. Your name is Sensei now.
She never really cared much for real names. They rarely told anything about a person. In her opinion, nicknames were much better. Given, she supposed that knowing his actual name was a little bit useful, but she didn't plan on making any use of it unless it was absolutely necessary.
((OOC: Shitpost, ah well. xP))
|
|
|
|
Post by Ryu Hayabusa on Dec 15, 2009 17:22:54 GMT -8
Ryu's name told quite a lot about him. One simply had to know the details. One simply had to know who the Hayabusa were.
To know that meant you knew that he was a warrior. A martial artist to the core. To know what happened to them meant you knew that he was driven by revenge, or had been. To know that might tell you just how full of hatred he was. Yes, there was more to him than his name might denote. There was much more. His path of vengeance had taken him all over the world, and it had changed him in many ways, and on many levels. Some for better, some for worse. It was that path that led to him being the psychotic monster that he was.
He scoffed at the note and tossed the pad back at her lightly. "Don't be obstinate. What you call me has no baring on who I am." With a slight annoyed tone, hell, she didn't even use decent grammar. Leaning back in the chair, he looked around the room. It was a two occupant room, but the other bed was empty. Two TVs. The remote to her bed had been in the draw with the pad.
"What about you? Your first name won't cut it on the medical records. Your parents. You don't look old enough to live on your own, who takes care of you?" He looked back to her. They'd need to call someone eventually, right? Who knows how long she'd be in here with the punctured lung.
..Speaking of calling, the school day was over already. He should have been back at the house. ... Hell, his vehicle was still at the damn school. Have to go back there first.... Stopping at a phone store on the way back would be good. Give Mitsukai a way to get a hold of him.
|
|
<DeVoN>
Trainee
[M:1000]
*Stare*
Posts: 65
|
Post by <DeVoN> on Dec 15, 2009 17:51:37 GMT -8
~"Don't be obstinate. What you call me has no baring on who I am."~
Devon had about a million different responses to that which she could dish out at (almost) a moment's notice, but she wasn't in the physical condition (or even the mood... for once) to continue that particular conversation. She simply looked towards the wall once more.
~"What about you? Your first name won't cut it on the medical records. Your parents. You don't look old enough to live on your own, who takes care of you?"~
Not old enough to live on her own? If only he knew... heh. But she wasn't about to get into detail about that shit. She rarely did. In fact, there was only one person alive who knew the whole (or at least most of) the story...
...Wonder how Dan's gonna react when he finds out 'bout all this shit. He'd care, certainly, but... would he be able to even come check on me? He is pretty busy...
Well, there was only one way to find out. Devon lifted the pen again and jotted down onto the pad.
I have a 'parental guardian'. His name's Daniel Ross Gilman. He's got a cell number, ###-###-####, but you will be able to reach him more quickly at his e-mail, Dan_Gil@GameGoGameRentals.com.
Looking over what she wrote, specifically at the domain name of the e-mail address, she decided to add one last comment.
Don't ask.
If he stayed around for a bit, then Sensei would most likely find out soon enough, anyways.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ryu Hayabusa on Dec 15, 2009 20:40:56 GMT -8
Picking up the pad, Ryu blinked. How the hell would an Email be faster than a phone call? Her 'don't ask' was taken in the wrong context as per his confusion. The domain he had no issue with, why should he? It was just another website with email hosting. It was the fact that, as stated, an Email would be faster than a phone call. Try as he might, he couldn't think of a reason, and just shrugged. "I'll give him a call, then."
[Meeting the girls parents already?]
[Oh shut the fuck up.]
The voice in his head just cackled, and Ryu bashed it back with a mental shove as he stood up. Walking out of the room, he asked a passing nurse where he could use a phone. "There's one in the room you can use, there." The nurse pointed to a wall mounted phone beneath the TVs, and left as Ryu thanked them.
Walking back in, he looked over the number, picked up the receiver, and dialed the number. After a few rings, answer or answering machine, "Daniel Gilman? Your daughter is in room four-oh-eight of California Hospital." Tactful? Not really, but it would work.
|
|
<DeVoN>
Trainee
[M:1000]
*Stare*
Posts: 65
|
Post by <DeVoN> on Dec 17, 2009 16:56:23 GMT -8
Devon could only shake her head a bit to herself at Sensei's decision to call instead. Yeah, it'd make more sense to call for most people to call first, but... well... Dan wasn't exactly... most people, you see...
Meanwhile a lanky, pale man in his mid-to late twenties was hunched over his laptop in his unlit living room, looking through a rather small list of orders. A small sigh escaped him as he looked at all of the unrented games around him... Stupid GameFly, stealing his customers. He hoped that he wouldn't have to lower prices again to reel in some new ones. Sure, it had worked last time, but he knew that it wouldn't keep working forever. ...Well, the online videogame rental business is still pretty underdeveloped as an industry, so Maybe if I lowered them just a little more... or maybe I could have special prices for the holidays. Then again, usually people tend to rather BUY games than rent them around this time of year anyway, so the increase in rentals might not really be able to cover the decreased prices...Indeed, business had been a bit slower than usual lately. He simply logged off, closed his laptop, turned on a light, and began walking over towards the television. He rarely used it for actually watching TV anymore. Instead, it merely acted as a way so that he could play his games. ...I need some Katamari to cheer me up...As soon as the young Jewish man popped the CD into his PS3, music started blaring. But no, this wasn't the cheerful music of We ♥ Katamari. This was... something different. ...Is that...?Could it be...? His cell phone! But.... no one's called him in ages. He just gave most people his e-mail address. There were very few people that he knew and trusted enough to give his cell phone number. Come to think of it... wasn't Devon supposed to come home by now...? In a panic, he looked all over the place, his heart beating to the pace of the fast ringtone. "...Damn it, where is that-- ah, right, here it is..."He picked up the phone and looked at it, not recognizing the number. Flipping it open just in the nick of time, he blurted into it, breathlessly, "...H...Hello?!"~ "Daniel Gilman? Your daughter is in room four-oh-eight of California Hospital."~ After just recovering from another near-panic attack, Dan suddenly went right into another. "...Wait... what? Who is this? Is she alright? What happened?!"He started to rush right towards the door, throwing on his jacket as he spoke. The hospital... he couldn't even remember the last time Devon was sent there. It had been a while, that was certain. Usually, the girl was pretty lucky in terms of serious injury... |
|
|
|
Post by Ryu Hayabusa on Dec 17, 2009 18:21:33 GMT -8
Honestly, how the hell was Ryu supposed to have emailed the guy? Ryu hadn't used the internet...months if not years. Computers, yes. He had several that he worked with at the house. All in the closet of his bedroom, they governed everything within the house. From the lights to the security to the backup generator. Hell, he wasn't even sure if the house had internet going to it. He hadn't been there long enough to get the bill. All this aside, where was he going to get a computer in the hospital?
Listening as the man spluttered his response, Ryu turned back towards the room to look at the girl laying in the bed. "In that order: Like I said. Doesn't matter. Relatively. It's a long story." Ok, not that long, but not something to be discussed over the phone. "She has a punctured lung among other things, the doctors took care of it already, and she's stable." Simple summary, nothing more than that was really needed. Even if he told the whole thing to the man over the phone, he'd just want to hear it again in person. That was how things usually went. Annoying, it was. No need to repeat himself.
"That's room four-oh-eight. Four hundred-eight. Everything will be explained when you get here." He finished, and hung up the phone. Walking back to his seat next to the bed, he sat down somewhat heavily. "Well, that takes care of that."
|
|
<DeVoN>
Trainee
[M:1000]
*Stare*
Posts: 65
|
Post by <DeVoN> on Dec 17, 2009 19:16:27 GMT -8
Dan was actually pretty surprised that Devon had managed to earn herself a punctured lung. She must have been way over her head... He knew that going to this school was a bad idea. Of course, knowing Devon, there was no way that he would be able to talk her out of it. Once that girl decided on something, there was no convincing her otherwise. None the less, it was good to know that she was no longer in any danger.
"Oh, thank god... Alright, room four-oh-eight, got it. I'm on my way now."
He then hung up and pocketed his cell phone, his barely changing from what it had been. Given, he knew that Devon would be alright, but none the less... who was that person, anyhow? What did he mean by "long story"...?
By the time that Sensei had reached his chair, Devon was already handing him the pad and pen, another note already scribbled onto it.
You do realize that I'm not his daughter, correct?
The question was a little bit unnecessary, considering that anyone with eyes and an IQ over 3 would be able to tell that they weren't related by blood. Still, though, he could have been her stepfather... which he wasn't. Not officially. In a way, to her, he was sort of like a father, a big brother, a friend, and a punching bag all rolled into one. But since there wasn't really any sort of legal term for that, he had been slapped with the title of legal guardian. Which she was fine with, by the way. After her past mishaps with "family", she wasn't all that big on the idea of joining another one, even if she did enjoy their company.
...But yeah, Devon just wanted to set the record straight.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ryu Hayabusa on Dec 18, 2009 7:30:38 GMT -8
Raising an eyebrow at the pad as he took it, he shrugged slightly. "You said legal guardian. That's an adoptive parent. What else would you call it? Gonna say 'the child in your care'?" He shrugged, dropping the pad on the bed again. Legally, she was his daughter. Biological had little to do with shit any more. He sighed slightly as that brought on angered thoughts. The human race really was just garbage. But this wasn't the time to be bothering with that sort of shit, it was the time to be bothering with the girl in front of him. She needed to get better.
If she was going to be his student, she needed to be in perfect condition. Her competition was going to be fierce, and every single one of the others who he was likely going to be teaching as soon were stronger than she was by a long shot. Gilgamesh had wanted a teacher, Addie wanted him to help her get stronger, and he was certainly going to be training with Mitsu when she got better. And between the four of them, Ryu's power was sure to skyrocket. Yeah, she'd need to work hard to keep up.
"Get some sleep, he's on his way. He should be here in... however the hell long it would take to get from where you live to here." He conceded. No idea where she lived. No idea what kind of transport this Daniel guy had. For all Ryu knew, the guy had a bus pass.
|
|
<DeVoN>
Trainee
[M:1000]
*Stare*
Posts: 65
|
Post by <DeVoN> on Dec 18, 2009 12:36:07 GMT -8
~"You said legal guardian. That's an adoptive parent. What else would you call it? Gonna say 'the child in your care'?"~
"Yep."
And that was all she was willing to say on the matter. No matter what in terms of legal terms, or whatever Dan thought of her, calling anyone "father", or "mother", or "brother", or anything like that... It just didn't really work with her. Dan was Dan. ...Well, he used to be "Otacon", but eventually, she respected the man enough to actually call him by his real name. Only a few people in her life had such a privilege.
~"Get some sleep, he's on his way. He should be here in... however the hell long it would take to get from where you live to here." ~
Devon simply nodded and closed her eyes. She doubted that she'd really be able to get much sleep, especially after what she saw last time. Hopefully that whore was done speaking to her for now...
About twenty-five minutes had passed, and Devon was still having trouble sleeping. No matter how long she kept her eyes shut or held still. Not that she could really move around that much with the injuries she had, but still. Suddenly, the door burst open, completely scaring the ever-loving shit out of her. ...Metaphorically, anyways.
"Devon? Are you alright?!"
Devon slowly turned her head towards the man in the doorway, sloppily dressed in his plaid pajama bottoms, wrinkled T-shirt, and his short, brown jacket. His light brown jewfro of a hairstyle was even frizzier than usual, and his glasses were crooked on his slightly unshaven face. Catching the look that his "daughter" (and possibly the other young man in the room) gave him (along with the look one of the nurses game him as she walked by in the hallway), he scratched the back of his neck and quietly stepped in, feeling rather awkward. He looked up into Devon's face, which looked... well... just as blank and emotionless as ever. Big surprise.
"...S-Sorry. I tried getting here as fast as I could... Got caught in a traffic jam on the way over..."
"..."
"...I know. I'm making excuses again. I'm sorry."
"..."
"Right... right. Don't apologize. I'm sor-- erm... right."
Dan averted his gaze from Devon's and cleared his throat awkwardly before turning over towards the young man in the room.
"I guess... you're the one who called, then? Yeah... I guess you would be. I'm Daniel Gilman... call me Dan. You wouldn't mind... telling me who you are now, would you?"
...And whilst Devon watched this little spectacle, resisting the urge to shake her head, she began to once more ponder the reason why she thought she respected him.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ryu Hayabusa on Dec 18, 2009 19:55:02 GMT -8
Ryu just shook his head at the girl. There was nothing more to say, really. She was the guys adoptive daughter. That was the title for it. If she didn't want to call it that, then that was her problem, he supposed. Leaning back in the chair as she closed her eyes, he crossed his arms over his chest and sat there for a while. Thinking. Various topics. Various reasons. Ranging from what time it was to that fuckin' inferno power to other current events to his own past. He wondered how he could have done things differently. If doing things differently would have been worth it.
After a while, Ryu's eyes closed as well. No point in staying fully conscious only to bask in utter silence and complete boredom. Besides, leaving Ryu to his thoughts wasn't always a good thing. Sometimes he just ended up pissed off about shit for his reflective trouble. And so he slept about as much as she did, more just resting with a blank mind. Not actually unconscious.
After that while, however the hell long it had been, Ryu's eyes opened and he turned as the door opened. Well, the guy knew her name, so that must be him. Who else knew who she was? That was a question he couldn't answer, and wouldn't bother even if he could. No point. Particularly since, as he looked back and forth between them, they definitely seemed to know each other. Bit of a bumbling idiot, he was. Odd relationship there. Glancing him over, the guy looked more or less like crap. No particular reason for him not to. Probably ran out of the house before he'd even hung up. Being that Ryu already knew that this guy had adopted the girl, he didn't think twice about his apparent youth, he just simply stared at the stupid being thrown about the room.
When he asked the question, though, Ryu's fierce blue eyes flicked up to the mans eyes. Arms still crossed, body still reclining somewhat in the half decent chair, "Ryu Hayabusa." Nothing further needed, yet.
|
|
