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savetheearth2014-02-07 08:06 pm
theboywiththebook) wrote in savetheearth2014-02-07 08:06 pm
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Third Page | Action/Voice
Who: Henry and All of you!
When: Friday February 7th @ 5PM and onwards
Where: In Town
What: Henry decided to use a dirty word at his foster parents. Now he's "running away".
Warnings: Children using a bad word starting with d. Also crotch kicking.
[Henry had been in a particular bad mood that day. Not for any good reason other than some random kids bothering him at school. The usual thing being all on his lonesome this time. (He can only handle so much of Phillip that he needs some peace.) But, it led to him punching one them in the eye. Whoops.
When he got home the Trills had already gotten a call from his school about the incident on the playground. They asked him what was wrong but Henry really didn't want to answer so he refused to. The couple began demanding an answer from him but, nope. Henry didn't want to deal with that. So, with that new word he learned only a few days ago from Skyler/Danny he just calls them douches.
YUP. That also didn't turn out well as the look of shock crossed their stupid faces and just told him to go to his room. Henry was done with this. He was running away. So, in the matter of minutes that he was in his room, he'd already locked the door, transformed some old shirt into a rope, shoved what he needed into his bag and out the window he went.]
[Action -OTA]
[But, ten year old running away plans are not always thought out to the best degree. It's already an hour in and Henry's got no idea where he is and he's already freezing. He's just wandering about any place he can get to on foot, avoiding DD and the downtown parts because of how dangerous that they could be. The mall, the coffee shop, arcade, bookstores, wherever.
All of it's mindless wandering as he rubs his arms to keep himself warm. He continued to question where he was going to spend the night now. There was no way he wanted to be out on the streets tonight. It was too cold for that and there always seemed to be some scary homeless people on the sidewalks. But, he didn't want to ask anyone for help or he'd face the wrath of whoever telling him to go home. That probably won't stop someone from asking the kid out at night why he wasn't home.]
[Voice]
[Henry finally caved somewhat. With the magic of creating things he could create his own money if he needed to pay for a room at some hotel. But, he still needed to know WHERE a place like that would be. There were also those safe houses that people kept going on about. Hm...okay. He thought about it for a moment and yeah, he just need to make it sound like it had nothing to do with running away. Just ask as a safety precaution where anyone could find a safety house if the police ever went on a witch hunt for him. So, taking shelter inside some bookstore and finding a good place to hide he writes his number inside a notebook he had. He tries to sound casual and a just precocious about his question, but his teeth keep chattering as he begins to warm up inside the store.]
S-so, I h-h-heard that we've got s-s-saafe houses, right? That's for i-if the police try a-and hurt or kill a-a-anyone, right? I was just wondering w-where they'd be. Y-You know, for Operation Wise Snake.
[Action - Karl Aurion]
[When he's kicked out of the bookstore for not buying anything Henry's got nowhere else to be. Hiding in shops would only be a temporary solution so he needed to try and find some kind of safe house. The cold was beginning to get to him again as Henry hugged his arms close to himself; thinking that might keep some of the heat in. As he walked along trying to keep the chill from getting to him, Henry had to stop at a street corner. The lights had turned red and he didn't have the walking man anymore. Sounding more than annoyed and with all the sarcasm he could muster he just mutters a single:]
Great.
[He needed to keep moving, but all he could do was jump on the spot awaiting for that stupid light to turn green again. Little did he know something truly frightening was coming up behind him. The man with the hair that could only be soft through chinchilla sacrifices. For no mere mortal could possess such soft hair.]
When: Friday February 7th @ 5PM and onwards
Where: In Town
What: Henry decided to use a dirty word at his foster parents. Now he's "running away".
Warnings: Children using a bad word starting with d. Also crotch kicking.
[Henry had been in a particular bad mood that day. Not for any good reason other than some random kids bothering him at school. The usual thing being all on his lonesome this time. (He can only handle so much of Phillip that he needs some peace.) But, it led to him punching one them in the eye. Whoops.
When he got home the Trills had already gotten a call from his school about the incident on the playground. They asked him what was wrong but Henry really didn't want to answer so he refused to. The couple began demanding an answer from him but, nope. Henry didn't want to deal with that. So, with that new word he learned only a few days ago from Skyler/Danny he just calls them douches.
YUP. That also didn't turn out well as the look of shock crossed their stupid faces and just told him to go to his room. Henry was done with this. He was running away. So, in the matter of minutes that he was in his room, he'd already locked the door, transformed some old shirt into a rope, shoved what he needed into his bag and out the window he went.]
[Action -OTA]
[But, ten year old running away plans are not always thought out to the best degree. It's already an hour in and Henry's got no idea where he is and he's already freezing. He's just wandering about any place he can get to on foot, avoiding DD and the downtown parts because of how dangerous that they could be. The mall, the coffee shop, arcade, bookstores, wherever.
All of it's mindless wandering as he rubs his arms to keep himself warm. He continued to question where he was going to spend the night now. There was no way he wanted to be out on the streets tonight. It was too cold for that and there always seemed to be some scary homeless people on the sidewalks. But, he didn't want to ask anyone for help or he'd face the wrath of whoever telling him to go home. That probably won't stop someone from asking the kid out at night why he wasn't home.]
[Voice]
[Henry finally caved somewhat. With the magic of creating things he could create his own money if he needed to pay for a room at some hotel. But, he still needed to know WHERE a place like that would be. There were also those safe houses that people kept going on about. Hm...okay. He thought about it for a moment and yeah, he just need to make it sound like it had nothing to do with running away. Just ask as a safety precaution where anyone could find a safety house if the police ever went on a witch hunt for him. So, taking shelter inside some bookstore and finding a good place to hide he writes his number inside a notebook he had. He tries to sound casual and a just precocious about his question, but his teeth keep chattering as he begins to warm up inside the store.]
S-so, I h-h-heard that we've got s-s-saafe houses, right? That's for i-if the police try a-and hurt or kill a-a-anyone, right? I was just wondering w-where they'd be. Y-You know, for Operation Wise Snake.
[Action - Karl Aurion]
[When he's kicked out of the bookstore for not buying anything Henry's got nowhere else to be. Hiding in shops would only be a temporary solution so he needed to try and find some kind of safe house. The cold was beginning to get to him again as Henry hugged his arms close to himself; thinking that might keep some of the heat in. As he walked along trying to keep the chill from getting to him, Henry had to stop at a street corner. The lights had turned red and he didn't have the walking man anymore. Sounding more than annoyed and with all the sarcasm he could muster he just mutters a single:]
Great.
[He needed to keep moving, but all he could do was jump on the spot awaiting for that stupid light to turn green again. Little did he know something truly frightening was coming up behind him. The man with the hair that could only be soft through chinchilla sacrifices. For no mere mortal could possess such soft hair.]
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Seeing a kid alone and shivering in this cold, however, is. He almost walks right past him due to scrolling through the Network on his phone while en route to the bookstore. Almost. The kid catches his eye right when he walks past. Worry crosses Karl's face as he stares at the kid's back. What is someone so young doing out here on their own on a day like today? That unhappy 'great' further solidifies the fact that maybe this kid could use a ride home or something.
Yeah, the bookstore and whatever else can wait. Kids potentially needing some help come first. Without a second though, Karl approaches from behind, reaching out a hand to place on the boy's shoulder.]
Hey, are you all right?
1/2
That is until there is a hand on his shoulder.
A hand on his shoulder. A HAND ON HIS SHOULDER.
His eyes grow as big as saucers, in fear of who was grabbing him. And then a voice. The words don't really reach his brain because he's too scared to really listen. But, he knows it's the sound of a man's voice.
Oh God this is one of those situations his mom used to tell him about. How older men would kidnap little boys and murder them.
Just quick, panic breathes.]
2/2
He isn't.
So, looking at his shoe he believes that it's steel toed. It only takes a second when he feels that his belief magic worked.
And before he even gives this guy a chance to pick him up and be off with him, Henry spins around and swings his metal toe shoe right into the man's grapes.
The grapes being his balls.]
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Thus metal toed boot connects with unprotected baby maker.
Karl's eyes instantly widen and he crumbles to the ground because holy fuck. Just. Holy fuck. And maybe ouch. No, definitely ouch. Ouch levels are off the goddamn ouch chart. Ugh. What the fuck is this kid on because NO little kid should be able to kick this hard. OUCH GODDAMMIT. The phone in his hands, needless to say, gets dropped due to needing to clutch at those testicles presently screaming in agony and results in Henry getting a nice view of the Network on its screen.
A colorful array of words come from Karl's end, though not in English. Swearing, swearing due to testicular trauma especially, feels oddly more satisfying when done in another language, the languages of choice being an alternating mix of German and French (thus openly swearing in front of a kid in English gets nicely averted). Even if someone can't understand the words being said, the fact they're not nice words should be obvious because, well, no one says nice things when their grapes have just become raisins.]
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He's on the thug lyfe, Karl. That's what he's on.But no, it's probably adrenaline and fear and magic.
When the man hits the ground all Henry hears is gibberish. HOLY SHIT THIS GUY IS AN ALIEN!
HE IS AN ALIEN SPY COMING TO ABDUCT HIM PROBABLY TO TRY AND MAKE HIM BELIEVE THE OTHER NUMBERED PEOPLE AWAY OR SOMETHING!
Well, he's not having any of that. His first plan of action is to knock the guy out somehow and drag him somewhere and get the network to decide what to do with him.
Actually, that's a great idea. He's going to do that! And look! The man helpfully dropped a phone for him to use to call the network! AND HEY IT'S CONVENIENTLY....
on...the network...right now.
Oh.
He just sacked a numbered guy in the crotch. Henry has only one thing to say:]
Oops.
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Karl speaks, though through gritted teeth. There's no sign of anger from his end. Who could think of being angry at a time like this, really.]
Ich mache... [Wait. English. Not German. Right.] I don't [Deep CLEARLY IN PAIN breath.] mean you any harm.
[Even if he did, the most harm he could do right now is death by pitying the 40 year old man close to tears. No really. He's close to that point. Crying would be reasonable, but miraculously refrains from doing so. This is supposed to be helping the kid, not him crying over broken balls (dear god they better not be broken).]
this is the extent of his compassion Karl
After all, Henry still had steel toed shoes.
But, all the boy could do was stare; unsure as to what to do. Whoever this man was he was a network guy so Henry couldn't just leave him. But, also a stranger. So he maybe he should.
He stands there for a good solid thirty seconds deciding if he should just walk away in a hurry and leave the man to salvage what was left of his balls or actually help the man.
Letting out a long sigh he decides for the second choice. Henry wanted to avoid this guy from calling the network and saying there was a ball kicking child on the loose. Henry knew he'd never hear the end of it.
Oh and it was right thing to do or something.
So he turns his back to the man, as he picks up a soda can on the ground and making sure the coast was clear just believes it into an ice pack, which he fills with snow. Ever so slowly he extends the ice pack out to the injured man.]
Here. That should help. Maybe. If they didn't fall off I mean.
he will take this compassion and soothe his balls with it
Needless to say, there's no small amount of surprise at seeing not only that the boy isn't walking off but that he suddenly turned a soda can into an ice-pack. This... isn't a pain induced hallucination, right? Please let it be real. Please let this be a Network person and let it be real. That ice-pack looks like a godsend so please.
It's definitely cold when Karl takes it. He eyes it for a second, before deciding that a soda can turned ice-pack can't do any worse harm to his balls than had already happened. Okay placing it gently on the area.... Oh dear god the cold feels magnificent.]
Thanks.
[If only some way existed to magically heal those poor, wounded ba-- Wait, magically heal. He could do that, couldn't he? Testicular trauma may not be counted as something to heal, but still worth a try.
With that thought, Karl raises his free hand over his crotch area. No scanning the area for onlookers happens. Too much pain. Heal now. Look and come up with some explanation later.]
First Aid.
[And thus those poor injured, genitals get bathed in a soft, green glow. Slowly, the pain becomes less intense. It doesn't go away completely, but just enough to go from being on the verge of tears to mild to intense teeth gritting. Progress.]
im not sure whether to laugh at that or cry
Like this whole plan in general.
Henry just stands back as the guy does his thing. The thing being putting an ice pack to his crotch and then magical glowing green light stuff.
Huh. Well that confirms that he's not a normal person.]
Had a feeling you were on it too.
laugh while crying?
Ignoring how the kick to the balls seems to have messed with his head, the cop continues attempting to stand. He wobbles visibly as he gets up, grunts a bit and manages to lean against a nearby mailbox for support. Using an object for support while slightly hunched over and still having an ice pack on your junk counts as standing. Yup. Totally does.]
A lucky feeling to have had.
[Without that feeling, no glorious, miraculous ice pack would exist. Ah, he should probably say something about that.]
Thank you for the ice pack.
that could work
He's pretty sure though the kick to the balls would be omitted though. Because, it's a little pathetic that a kid like him took down an adult.]
You also dropped your phone.
[So, there was that too.
But he gives a shrug in return to the thanks.]
Well, I'll leave you to go to the hospital now. [Turning, turning, turning, turning to leave.]
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Any thoughts on the phone get tossed to the side to due the kid turning to leave. Nope, no way. He approached the kid for a reason and his balls will not have been sacrificed in vain.]
H-hold it.
[He tries to sound somewhat authoritative but it falls short. The attempt gets an E for Effort. Good try, but a kitten could do better.]
The reason I'd come up behind you in the first place was to ask why you're out here on your own in this weather?
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But, Henry had enough forethought not to do that. Network being a thing after all. So he turns back with his hands shoved into his pockets.
Somewhat out of trying to look intimidating, mostly because his hands were freezing.]
I wanted to take a walk. Can I go now?
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Karl frowns at the kid and obviously doesn't like that response. Nothing gets said for a moment (though the quiet whimpers of his broken balls still echoed if one listens closely enough) as Karl contemplates the best way to go about this.]
Then would you be opposed to taking a break in my car? You'd likely enjoy the remainder of your walk better without those blue lips.
Im sorry, but I'm not
I'm beginning to think I was right to kick you there if you want me to climb into your car.
pfftt don't be, this is great
[The fact that comment got voiced (and with a eye roll) shows just how ridiculous that implication is. Bad touching little boys in his car isn't his thing, sorry.
How to convince the kid otherwise, though. Hmmm... Ah, that might work. Karl reaches into his pocket and whips out his badge for Henry to see. It may not do much good, but it should at least help in making the kid see that the offer is legit and not leading into something prison worthy.]
I'm a cop. When we see a kid walking around alone while nearly frozen to the bone our instinct is to offer help. Does this clear up any doubt about my intentions?
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When the badge is shown, Henry looks it over in great detail. His mom showed him her's when she was still alive so he's sure he could spot a fake when he saw one.
When he's satisfied with it, the boy's apparent look of suspicion turns to one of concern. The last thing he needed as a network person to know about his situation. Henry didn't even want to imagine what people might do if they found out. So, the concerned look immediately goes to annoyance:]
I know what a cop does! I'm not stupid. And yeah, maybe it does. At least I know you're not one of the...well you know.
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I do. Even if I were, you seem more than capable of defending yourself.
[Nothing helps a situation like a weak, lame attempt at humor. Haha... ha... God, a high ranking cop really did get beat up by a 10 year old. Sigh his life.]
With my intentions cleared up, are you more willing to accept my offer?
[Please PLEASE say yes. Sitting sounds a far better alternative than standing right now. Karl still looks like a guy in a good deal of pain because, well, foot vs testicles always ends with foot winning and the testicles cry about it for a GOOD while. Please, Henry, show some consideration for a man's sore-loser testicles!!]
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No. CONCEAL.
DON'T FEEL...
even if it was funny that he could claim that he took out an adult.]
I think everyone has to be now. Considering what they'd do.
[But, Henry's still a bit hesitant to say yes. Even the sound of soft pain filled cries that Karl's balls are making, Henry still had his own reasons not to go back. Especially with a network person. Last thing he needed was his home life spilling on there and he's at least attempted to keep it a secret. Even so, this guy could always call for back up and...yeah in the end the first option is sound like the best.]
Fine. But, you drop me off at the sidewalk in front of the house. That's it. No bringing me to the door or wanting to see my parents. I can do it myself.
[Or he'll really make sure Karl's sex life will become non existent.]
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[Smile is good. Smile is what normal, non-ball threatening kids do. It may not make the pain lessen any, but still feels good to have gotten that small smile out of him. Karl tries to straighten more and succeeds, if barely and shakily. Barely standing beats barely not crying.]
All right. I'll agree to those terms on the condition that you provide me with your name first.
[No seriousness whatsoever can be heard behind those words. It obviously sounds just like a roundabout way of asking Henry for his name, just in a more formal, adult way. Drawing up terms and conditions deserves some air of seriousness! Even if not real seriousness.]
It's okay to assume he knows Karl's last name due to looking at his badge, right?
It's Henry, Mr.Aurion.
yup yup totally okay!
A pleasure, Henry, and, as per our agreement, I promise to drop you off only where you see fit.
[As long as the kid gets a little bit less blue then it's already a good start. Dropping him off doesn't seem too bad a call, either, considering the kid knows how to take care of any potentially dangerous strangers who approach. Then again, maybe driving around the area later to check for him couldn't hurt, but Henry doesn't need to know this detail.]
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He responds with an apprehensive grumble at the whole pleasure thing, because this was no pleasure for Henry.]
Fine that's fair.
[There'd be no way he could con this man into driving him somewhere else other than his house, so he just follows.]
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A feeling only described as pure bliss fills the entirety of his being upon seeing his blue Honda. Sweet relief draws ever closer. The car opens with a beep, Karl opens the driver's door and then plops down with an audible sigh of relief. Finally. Sitting. Good. He's just going to bask in the fact that standing no longer is a mandatory thing.]
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He looks away though from Karl to try and not meet eyes. Because he didn't want to feel worse for what he just did.]
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