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Post by Marcus Prasad on Dec 23, 2012 1:06:02 GMT -8
"Hang a right at the next set of lights..or what's left of them. East for three blocks, right again, left at the next block then your immediate right and that should put us right at the front gates."
With the Ghouls hot on thier heels, the gang suddenly find themselves bursting onto the viaduct that would take them straight out of Barker territory.
Well, it WOULD if it wasn't for the imposing black gate outpost filled to the brim with Barker troops. Already a few soldiers with Qi powers had begun to Power themselves up as as they approached. One in fact suddenly dissapeared in a puff of smoke, only to suddenly re-appeare on the hood of the SUV.
"In the name of Lord Barker, I demand you stop the Vehicle NOW!"
Marcus only giggled, his eyes locked firmly ahead as he kept his foot pressed on the accelorator as the man on the hood braced himself firmly.
"Hey, Del. Mind directing our friends eyes to what this pale horse has following behind it?"
He would taunt as they closed in and Eventualy slammed through the double doors that would take them outside Barker territory, leaving behind the teleporting man and the sounds of screaming as the ghouls fell upon the men and women there, tearing thier bodies apart and consuming them alive.
After getting a radio message that Bucket had safely made it out, Marcus directed the remaining wolf pack to rendevous with an inderect route to the Safehouse they would bunk up in and meet with Unfettered.
"Hey Del, should we....you know. Cover Juniors eyes before we make it there or something?"
Del seemed pretty old hat when it came to this cloak and dagger stuff, so he defered to her. Whatever her decision he would take them to an old Apartment complex with a Construction crane haing collapsed into it, creating a massive gouge up on of the sides.
As Marcus parked the now nearly wrecked SUV in the lot and exit the vehicle, The gang would see a group of four shadows of various size climb up the crane and run along it, entering the building through there. Marcus visably breathed a sigh of relief at the sight. His wolves were unharmed all things considered.
"Alright lady and Gentlemen! Welcome to Casa del Crow! If you please follow me I shall guide you to the checkout and direct you to your rooms for the night."
Marcus spoke with grandois sweeps of his hands and a low bow like some Vallet attendant.
"Breakfast is served at Seven, please do note that the maids have been let go early so you shall have to wash your own damn sheets."
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Dec 23, 2012 16:56:00 GMT -8
Lucien heard the girl chuckling. Probably at his superhero comment. But, wait, did the high-five guy call her Lilah?
"You could do a lot worse, m'dear. But I'll elaborate once we get a chance to talk."
Lucien hoped she would. From all the continuing innuendo and hints towards vigilantism, Lucien was thankful he found the good side of these people.
The girl named Lilah turned back to the driver. "Hang a right at the next set of lights..or what's left of them. East for three blocks, right again, left at the next block then your immediate right and that should put us right at the front gates."
And after swerving around and probably wrecking the tires for further use, Lucien saw a big, black gate. And they were heading straight for it... Someone has a plan, right?
And then, without any warning whatsoever, a man appeared on the place where the windshield would be, if it weren't half a mile back.
"In the name of Lord Barker, I demand you stop the Vehicle NOW!"
Something hinted at Lucien that somehow, that wasn't part of the plan. The engine revved as they sped up towards the gate.
"Hey, Del. Mind directing our friends eyes to what this pale horse has following behind it?"
Now it was Del? Del... Lilah. Delilah?
CRAAAAAAAAASHSMAAASHBANGWOBBLESCREAM
And they were through!
Lucien was smiling, excited at their daring escape. He laughed, and was surprised by his own laughter. "That was awesome!"
After more driving, now down long roads that seemed to lead to nowhere, he would hear a bit of murmuring from the front seat, but he couldn't quite hear, because mostly all the windows were blown out and they were doing 120 down dirt roads.
If his vision was obscured then, he would gasp and make sure his hair was still in relatively good order. Then, pretty much getting the point by now, he would sit quietly until the van stopped.
If not, he would also still sit quietly, every now and then looking to his seat-mates and smiling, trying to reassure himself that these people didn't just save him, just to take him back to their place and kill him.
At last, the van stopped, and the driver got out and waved his arms in the air.
"Alright lady and Gentlemen! Welcome to Casa del Crow! If you please follow me I shall guide you to the checkout and direct you to your rooms for the night. Breakfast is served at Seven, please do note that the maids have been let go early so you shall have to wash your own damn sheets."
These guys were alright. Since he was sitting in the middle of the vehicle, he technically needed to be let out by one of the men on either side of him. If he was let out, he would stretch his legs, comb his hair sixteen times, wipe hand sanitizer on his palms in a circular spiral pattern, and take a drink of water. That was a long ride.
"Crow? Like the bird?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Dec 26, 2012 1:25:44 GMT -8
As Marcus followed her instructions, they shot through the destroyed throughfare and into the viaduct successfully. Sure enough, directly in front of them was a large, black iron gate with soldiers stationed around it. Probably they were alerted to their approach by the patrol van before Delilah had sabotaged it. The corner of her mouth tugged slightly sideways; ah, well. She supposed they couldn't have ALL the luck.
One such soldier disappeared and then reappeared on the hood of the car. Delilah couldn't help herself from flinching in surprise.
"In the name of Lord Barker, I demand you stop the Vehicle NOW!"
Delilah's eyes narrowed incredulously. Seriously? "In the name of Lord Barker"? Clearly this guy had no idea that his commands fell on the worst sort of ears.
"Hey, Del. Mind directing our friends eyes to what this pale horse has following behind it?"
Without turning her head to look at the mocha skinned madman, Delilah leered viciously up at the Barker soldier.
"Happy to."
But she wasn't willing to hop on the hood of the car again, not with that gate approaching. Pivoting in her seat by shifting her weight from one hip to the other, Delilah lashed the right half of her upper body through the window for a palm strike to the soldier's knee. He shifted out of the way to dodge...and recognized his mistake as white hot pain flared in his knee.
Protruding from the palm of her hand was a long, sharp metal spike, stabbing into his knee from the side. With a cry, the soldier's knee buckled and he fell, rolling off the car to the side and bouncing along the road until his momentum was spent.
He would lie there for a moment, clutching his bleeding knee, noticing too late that the screeching horde of pale humanoids was about to fall upon him. His screams of horror were lost amid their cries of hunger.
"That was awesome!"
It was, wasn't it?
Meanwhile, Delilah settled back in her seat, letting out a small sigh of relief as she deactivated her Qi and the metal slipped back into her skin. She felt that the worst was likely over, at least from this point on. But she didn't want to SAY it, lest she jinx it.
"Hey Del, should we....you know. Cover Juniors eyes before we make it there or something?"
She thought it over for a moment, shaking her head. "Nah, no reason to at this point. I'm sure we can trust him.
"But if he shows us that we CAN'T trust him..." looking up in the rear view mirror, her gruesome smile spoke for itself. The rest of the ride, she and her team would bear in welcome silence.
Once Marcus parked the SUV and started them towards the 'wrecked' building before them, Talon and Nick would hop out, motioning quietly for Lucien to follow. Delilah would follow suit, giving the Lincoln a friendly pat. The girl had done good. It just had a hard time standing up to a combative joy ride.
Before heading inside after Marcus, Delilah would hold Talon back for a moment, "Hide the car."
"Yes, ma'am."
Nodding, she brought up the rear, hand on her knife as she followed after Marcus with a wry smile.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Dec 28, 2012 16:00:51 GMT -8
"Crow? Like the bird?"
"Now that deserves a snarky response m'boy."
Marcus gentley chided as he approached the door, taking the handle in hand and inhaling deep as his senses spread through the building. He could never explain this little trick of his, the ability to sense people like he could. He assumed Leon had something to do with it though.
'Leon ALWAYS has something to do with it.'
He thought with a smirk as he opened the door, Joe and Bucket waiting inside.
"But Lucky for you, I'm riding my adrenaline afterglow so I'll go easy on you. Yes, as in like the bird."
Passing by the pair, Marcus would put on hand each on thier shoulder and give it a squeeze. A Show of affection and pride from an Alpha relieved to see his pups safe. Bucket wouldn't have had it easy during his own escape, not by a long shot.
Leaving his wolves at the door, the man would guide the troupe deep into the heart of the building, into a suite with exposed walls, creating one large 3 suite room nearby the massive gash that had caved one side of the building in. the room, despite it's VORACIOUS need for a fresh coat of paint, at least looked cared for, Broken electronics already salvaged for scrap and the floors at least swept.
There was even Coffee!
Marcus was very excited about this as he gleefully made a b-line for the machine to put on a pot or three, leaving Delilah and co to make themselves comfortable on the various sofa's and couches that made up the impromtu 'meeting room' of sorts.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Dec 28, 2012 16:30:46 GMT -8
"Now that deserves a snarky response m'boy."
Lucien was led to the entrance of the building, and the highfiveguy opened the doors as he continued.
"But Lucky for you, I'm riding my adrenaline afterglow so I'll go easy on you. Yes, as in like the bird."
Well, that cleared up.. nothing. Lucien walked through the doors, pausing as the high-five guy stopped and hugged the two others that were there, who Lucien could only assume were the original driver and some other guy. Then, through the building, he followed the group to a large room in the middle that looked like it had originally been three smaller rooms. There were couches everywhere, and the smell of coffee started to permeate the air as highfiveguy started a 'fresh' pot.
Lucien, feeling safe here, crossed the room and inspected one of the couches. No signs of bed bugs... Minimal rips and tears... Not excessively dirty.. Looks comfy.
He sat down on the couch, which was, indeed, pretty comfy. The room wasn't really in that bad of a condition, seeing as there was a hole in this building. The walls needed some paint, though. Lucien wondered if a nice neutral earthtone would go nicely...
But then he realized where he was, and passed it by. Right, they said they would answer some questions!
"So, now that we're in a position to talk..." He paused, feeling like if he was too bold with his approach, he might anger the people with the deadly weapons.
"I've pretty much gathered that your purpose for kidnapping me was to save my life. But, I still don't know who you are. Or why you saved me at all."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Dec 28, 2012 21:36:00 GMT -8
Bringing up the rear of the group, Nick walked past Joe and Bucket with a polite nod of acknowledgement. Delilah's greeting of the 'wolves was far warmer, involving a bright (if a little weary) smile and a word of praise. "Nice work" Once Talon finished hiding what was left of the Lincoln, he to would hurry back inside, nodding briskly to the two wolves and looking decidedly harried.
Delilah took her own cursory glance through the nooks and crannies of the place as they advanced inward. An old habit, but one that had saved her life on numerous occasions. Once they came to the main area of the safehouse, the mechanic finally relaxed somewhat and took a seat on one so-called 'Love Seat'. Nick flopped down on a sofa pushed up against the wall and stretched himself along it's length. Talon joined him shortly thereafter, forcing the smaller man to curl up on one end of the couch while he dressed the scratches the monster-thing gave him.
Arching her back like a cat, her ligaments stretched and popped as Delilah forced her whole body to roll back and then forward. Good Lord, she could use a shower...what she wouldn't give just to fall into bed right now and sleep for the next eighty years.
Not that she'd be sleeping long, not with the horror filled dreams she was bound to have.
"So, now that we're in a position to talk..."
--But alas for that. A Crow's work was never done.
"I've pretty much gathered that your purpose for kidnapping me was to save my life. But, I still don't know who you are. Or why you saved me at all."
A mild expression passing over her face, she settled back against the couch, crossing one ankle over the opposite knee and letting her hands fold together in her lap. Why indeed. "Because we could."
Simple, concise, not entirely to the point, but close enough. She would get there soon enough.
"Let's start from the beginning. I am Delilah Black, and this," she gestured behind her to the light-brown skinned man with red/brown hair. --is Marcus Prasad. We are of Crows, a former 'gang' here in Long Beach, which is now one of the few means of resistance against Barker in the area, though we maintain our former ideals. Honour, humanitarianism, unity and, above all, freedom.
"Part of this resistance is reconnaissance in enemy territory. The school has been contested before and we know Barker doesn't want to give up the area for whatever reason. Basically, we were in the area, we spotted you, went 'Oh God , if someone doesn't grab him, Barker sure as hell will', and now you're here."
She steepled her fingers together just beneath her chin as she looked at him. "Next set of questions?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Jan 2, 2013 3:59:12 GMT -8
With a nod and a wave, the big man aknowledged himself as Delilah called him out as he was preparing the coffee he no doubt knew everyone more than deserved after thier little road trip. Putting a pot of water on to boil, he fished into his pockets for a few packets of instant coffee and gently tossed them onto the counter of the Kitchen island with a flick of the wrist along with his flatcap, giving his head a shake which whipped his russet mane all about before kneading his scalp with his fingertips.
We are of Crows, a former 'gang' here in Long Beach, which is now one of the few means of resistance against Barker in the area, though we maintain our former ideals. Honour, humanitarianism, unity and, above all, freedom.
"We're more of an orginization by this point, if you wanna get technical."
He chimed in as he leaned his buttocks against the Kitchen island and crossed his arms, eyes skipping from person to person as he kept watch on the room while waiting for the pot to boil.
"Part of this resistance is reconnaissance in enemy territory. The school has been contested before and we know Barker doesn't want to give up the area for whatever reason. Basically, we were in the area, we spotted you, went 'Oh God , if someone doesn't grab him, Barker sure as hell will', and now you're here."
"And trust me kiddo. Getting snagged by Barker OR his goons is a death sentance if your lucky. Like Delilah said, our shtick is helping people and you DEFINATLY needed some help from what we've seen so far."
"Next set of questions?"
Marcus would continue to scrutenize the new kid. Analyzing his reactions, features, Muscle tone, everything. He was scrawny as hell now that he could see him in proper light. Normally Marcus would have dismissed him as some waster not worth the time, but there HAD to be a reason he was able to slip into Barker territory like he did and Marcus wanted to find out what kind of spark of potential enabled him to do so.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Jan 2, 2013 11:01:08 GMT -8
"Because we could. Let's start from the beginning. I am Delilah Black, and this, is Marcus Prasad. We are of Crows, a former 'gang' here in Long Beach, which is now one of the few means of resistance against Barker in the area, though we maintain our former ideals. Honour, humanitarianism, unity and, above all, freedom."
"We're more of an orginization by this point, if you wanna get technical." Lucien listened to the introductions, thinking to himself I was right! And he was about the name at least. The rest was new to him, excluding the fact that Mr. Barker was this group's enemy. "Part of this resistance is reconnaissance in enemy territory. The school has been contested before and we know Barker doesn't want to give up the area for whatever reason. Basically, we were in the area, we spotted you, went 'Oh God , if someone doesn't grab him, Barker sure as hell will', and now you're here."
"And trust me kiddo. Getting snagged by Barker OR his goons is a death sentance if your lucky. Like Delilah said, our shtick is helping people and you DEFINATLY needed some help from what we've seen so far."
"Next set of questions?"
Thinking on this for a second, he felt Marcus Prasad's eyes on him, and he seemed to slink into the couch even more. Though, once the pieces started to fit a little more, Lucien felt a little more secure here. Feeling safe in a specific place was not uncommon for him, but this time, the location had nothing to do with it. He felt safe around these people, because they were right, and what they were doing was towards the ultimate right. So, when prompted for the next 'set' of questions, he found himself without any. Instead, he simply started a list. "My qualifications include a mostly analytical mind, a humanitarian attitude that's further enhanced by an obsessive-compulsive need to preserve human life, and a skilled fighter. Despite my size," His stomach rumbled. "I am a proficient warrior, and have gone through 6 years of intense training." After this, he stood up, crossed the room to where Marcus Prasad was, and grabbed the packets of instant coffee, straightening them out into a neat row on the counter beside his slightly adjusted flatcap. He looked up to the towering man above him, and then to Delilah Black. "This may be the most important thing I ever do. I want in." |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jan 4, 2013 20:10:17 GMT -8
...And once again, the young man surprised her with his words and the sheer determination behind him. Delilah just stared at him over her shoulder with a curious expression for a long moment.
'The most important thing I ever do', huh?
Her head tilted to the side as she examined him closely, as if quite unsure just what he was. She thought she could guess his motives (his parents deaths were more than justification for wanting to get a shot at Barker). But she had to know, from his mouth first.
"Why?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Jan 4, 2013 20:26:18 GMT -8
"My qualifications include a mostly analytical mind, a humanitarian attitude that's further enhanced by an obsessive-compulsive need to preserve human life, and a skilled fighter. Despite my size," His stomach rumbled. "I am a proficient warrior, and have gone through 6 years of intense training."
'A Warrior huh? Skilled fighter? Heh, I'll be the judge of that kiddo.'
Marcus thought to himself as the lad approached and started fiddling with the Sugar packets.
And his hat.
Wait, and his hat?
........
D:<
Growling low in his throat, Marcus was right about to cuff Lucien in the back of the head when a devilish little thought struck HIM instead. Remembering what he said about his OCD, Marcus instead calmly reached over and scattered the sugar packets with a flick of his hand before putting his hat back in the position it was in before.
That'll learn him one!
"Before we interrogate him, I say we feed the little guy first. Sounds like you haven't stuffed your face in days Junior."
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Jan 4, 2013 21:04:32 GMT -8
{OOC: MARCUS YOU MAKE ME DO THIS
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"Why?"
Lucien didn't even need to think before he answered. "Simply because I've never done anything of worth in my life." I was too busy feeding my never-ending compulsions, he added in his mind. "And by helping people, you work with the ultimate right, which is the preservation of humanity. That, and holding Mr. Barker accountable for his crimes, I see no better cause in the world for me."
His spiel was suddenly interrupted by a hand shuffling just below his field of vision. Looking down, he saw that Marcus had...
NOT SAFE. UNACCEPTABLE. FIX. FIX. FIX.
Whatever came next, Lucien would momentarily miss, because all of his concentration was spent on the rearranging of the packets on the table into a perfect row, lining up the edges to be exactly one centimeter apart from each other, with a ten centimeter clearance from the edge of the counter. From largest to smallest, and with similar items, from most full to least full.
"Before we interrogate him, I say we feed the little guy first. Sounds like you haven't stuffed your face in days Junior."
YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!!!! Lucien would grow tense at the mentioning of food. Should I tell them now? I've told them everything else...
"Ah, about that..." He started off tentatively. He hadn't told anyone before, so he wasn't sure how to approach. "I shouldn't.. That is to say, I don't eat currently. I haven't eaten solid food in around a month. I drink lots of water, though. It's about the only thing I can keep down," he blurted.
Woops.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jan 4, 2013 23:19:19 GMT -8
"Simply because I've never done anything of worth in my life. And by helping people, you work with the ultimate right, which is the preservation of humanity. That, and holding Mr. Barker accountable for his crimes, I see no better cause in the world for me."
She left her head tilted at an angle as she continued to study him, as if examining a new species with an obnoxious protrusion. He was..
...he was going insane.
"Good Lord, Marcus," Delilah sighed with a lilt of amusement while Nick and Talon both howled with laughter behind her, both at his expression and Lucien's reaction and frantic re straightening of the coffee table.
"Before we interrogate him, I say we feed the little guy first. Sounds like you haven't stuffed your face in days Junior."
"Ah, about that..."
Delilah noticed Lucien tense up at this and her eyes narrowed. He was obviously hungry; his stomach told them that as plain as day. So why all the trepidation?
She didn't have to wait long to find out.
"I shouldn't.. That is to say, I don't eat currently. I haven't eaten solid food in around a month. I drink lots of water, though. It's about the only thing I can keep down,"
If Lucien was paying attention, she would see that her interested expression rapidly descended into a dark frown as he spoke.
"...you haven't eaten in a month?"
Her gaze shifted over to Marcus.
"I think maybe we need to do something about that."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Jan 9, 2013 20:23:22 GMT -8
Joining in with Nick and Mouths bout of laughter, Marcus caught Delilahs sigh of exhasperation and her amused grin. Funny, She spoke the same words in the same tone as his own mom whenever he was up to mischief. It would seem there were some Motherly traits that were simply universal amongst women.
"Whaaaaaaat? Junior broke hat protocol!"
And hat Protocol was SERIOUS BUSINESS TO HAT PEOPLE!
Though it didn't help that Marcus sounded like the older brother in the back seat of the car saying "But he's on MY side of the seat!" After having been caught bunny punching his poor younger brother.
"I shouldn't.. That is to say, I don't eat currently. I haven't eaten solid food in around a month. I drink lots of water, though. It's about the only thing I can keep down,"
"WHAT!?!?!?"
Cried the man as he did a double take. That wasn't good, that wasn't good at all! Skilled fighter on a liquid diet? No wonder he was so damn emaciated! A housefly could probably get the better of him!
"You sick Junior? Caught something from the dust mabey? Cause no offence, I'm very fucking surprised your even still standing right now. Which unfortunatly"
Marcus caught the look Delilah gave him, a look which he returned with a nod. If this boy had any aspirations of joining the Crows, then they were essentialy crashed and burning if he didn't start eating and putting some meat on those knobby bones of his.
"Something small."
He replied as he moved abnormaly fast towards the cubards.
"He wont be able to take much now. Mabey some biscutes?"
Speaking mostly to himself, Marcus began to dig through the various shelves and cubords, pulling out scraps of old used up tins of fruites and other refuse before wrenching the last drawer open and letting out a whoop.
"ARROWROOT COOKIES!"
He would cry, looking mighty pleased as he pulled a packet out and tossed it underhand at Lucien.
"Now Eat. Your no use to us half dead."
He would command with a stern but patient gaze.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Jan 9, 2013 21:19:33 GMT -8
"WHAT!?!?!?"
"...you haven't eaten in a month?"
"You sick Junior? Caught something from the dust mabey? Cause no offence, I'm very fucking surprised your even still standing right now. Which unfortunatly"
"I think maybe we need to do something about that."
"Something small. He wont be able to take much now. Mabey some biscutes?"
Oh, no. Oh, nononononononnoo.... I knew I shouldn't have told them! It's not safe!
"ARROWROOT COOKIES! Now Eat. Your no use to us half dead."
The cookies were thrown at him, and after a few seconds of fumbling, Lucien held them in his hands. Even without opening the package, he could smell the sweetness of the baked goods, and it felt so inviting...
He looked up at Marcus, who was giving him a quite demanding look. Was this the only way he could join the Crows? To eat?
Lucien opened up the package, and the aroma hit him tenfold. OH GOD IM SO HUNGRY. OH GOD I WANT THESE. Picking up a cookie tentatively, he examined it for small bugs or signs of poison, checked for an expiration date on the package, marveled at how long these things would go without expiring, and then looked back at the cookie. It was so tempting. Though alarm bells were going off in his head, and everything in his mind told him that if he ate that cookie, bad things would definitely happen, if this show of will would help in his joining of the Crows... And he was so hungry...
Lucien took a bite out of the cookie. A little bigger than he should have, but less than a usual person's bite. The flavours assaulted his hypersensetive tasebuds, sending wave after wave of sparks through his body, accentuated by the subtle mastication his atrophied jaw was capable of. Lucien couldn't see, his whole body was a contained force of ecstasy. In fact, Lucien couldn't breathe, and his whole body was going numb.
Oh. I'm having a seizure.
What the others would see is Lucien slowly tipping forward and backwards, in what originally would look like he's savouring the only food he's had in a month. He would then tip forward, and fall to the ground flat on his stomach, his head hitting the ground with a THUD. His body would convulse, and with his mouth blocked up by bolus, he wouldn't have a clear path of air. That is, until he vomited, taking out all the water he had in his stomach, along with the half-chewed cookie.
His body would convulse for thirty or so seconds, and then it would stop, and if he was provoked (ie slapped in the face, etc), he would gain consciousness again.
{OOC: Lucien is unconscious. Thud, not crack, no brain damage, minimal concussion. While he is on his stomach, he is in no danger of swallowing his tongue. Lucien will gain consciousness next post.
Lucien won't be able to eat until his obsessive compulsive disorder has let him. Something will always happen (Vomit, seizure, lose vision, unconscious) as a direct result of trying to forcefeed him, which is a reaction of his brain to deal with the disorder. This will act to further enforce the belief for Lucien that he should stay within the confines of his compulsions.
Man, I should put that in my profile.. -_-;;}
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jan 11, 2013 20:22:10 GMT -8
Delilah watched as Marcus offered the hesitant Lucien a safe, non-lethal arrowroot cookie. Even if he was seconds from starving, this wouldn't have bothered his stomach none. It was gentle enough for babies and people with severe indigestion problems, so really, this shouldn't be--
-THUD-[/B]
"...huh." she said thoughtfully as he convulsed and threw up. Nick and Talon bolted to their feet, rolling the young man away from his mess and onto his side. Talon would check his pulse and his air-way before giving Lucien a couple of light taps on the cheek.
"He'll be fine. I think we know why he can't keep anything down besides water," The big man sighed, raising an eyebrow at the skinny kid as he pried his eyelids apart with his fore finger and thumb to check how dilated his pupils were. "You gotta figure that thing out, son. It might be the end of you." His pulled a rag out of his pocket and stuffed it under the young man's bleeding nose and pulled his lower jaw down to check his teeth.
"How have you made it this long without food?" She asked with not a small amount of concern. [/size]
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