Bad Days [O]

[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

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He had been quite the fool.

This much he could agree with himself as he dashed through Vermilion, farther away from the docks and the ships where the men who wanted him dead still stood. He had only wanted to play a little joke, harmless really, on them and teach them a lesson about respecting him. Was it too much to ask for them to follow onto the set schedule? Two days late, that was unacceptable for the blonde. The package was suppose to be picked up by one of the lower grunts, but he had thought to take matters into his own hands and give a lesson or two on etiquette.

Though pointing a gun to someone's head certainly couldn't be considered polite. He had smiled at them, taken out the gun and pressed it onto one of men. It was fake gun, a plastic pellet gun actually, nothing but a child's toy, but in the light that they were in, the men couldn't even distinguish it from a real gun. He was outnumbered, five to one, and at the sight of the gun the men panicked. Punches were thrown, knives were slashed in the air, and Elijah made his escape but not before cutting a couple of the men with his own knife and receiving a cut and stab himself. His escape would've been much harder, and he was thankful that Zillah, his Murkrow had been keeping watch over the skies aiding him with a quick Haze attack, at least confusing the men enough for him to escape without further injuries.

Elijah ran through the city, coffee eyes darting for a hiding place, any hiding place, to check his wound. The blade's hilt stuck awkwardly out of his arm, blood already dripping from the wound. He held up his hand over the knife, trying to hide the obvious intrusion of the weapon in his arm from passerby's. That was the last thing he needed, more people to know he was injured. He rounded a corner, hiding within a small space between two houses, slumping on the ground as he panted.

There was a scratch on his cheek, though not as deep as the one in arm, the blade almost halfway into his skin. He breathed his mouth, heart pounding against his chest as he listened. He could hear the loud calls of his Murkrow, and smiled. Ahh, just like Zillah to be so thoughtful. It would probably make more sense to the men if Zillah was with him, like a good pokemon should, when in fact, she would lead them else where, better yet, farther away.

At least there was comfort in knowing that he had some time.

He messily picked out a towel from his bag. He bit into the fabric, before taking hold of the blade's hilt. He took a calming breath, focusing his sights on the ground, before giving an all out tug. He yelled, the towel doing just its thing by muffling the sound. Elijah dropped the weapon on the ground, squeezing his eyes shut as he wrestled with the pain, before removing the towel from his mouth and placing it over the wound.

He closed his eyes again, pressing the towel into the wound as he let out a pained gasp. Really now, could the day have started any worse? It was only ten in the morning. He leaned on the wall, the back of his head resting on the cement wall behind him.

So damn stupid.

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[CLAUDIA CZARNY]

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[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #1e231e; border-bottom: 1px dashed #60d360] » words » 546 » tags » Claudia » lyrics » all star by smashmouth » notes »after a whole month... fml OTL S-SO SORRY BORIS ;A; Green - Yellow -

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He visibly flinched at the sight of Claudia, body immediately moving to crawl himself further from her. Self-preservation was the first thing on his mind. Dropping the towel, he reached to grab the fallen knife with his right hand, a snarl on his lips as he pointed the shiny blade at her. Claudia. He glared at her for a moment, before realization dawned onto his features. By now the red blotch on his left arm could be clearly seen, his eyes darting frantically for the towel, before seizing it with his right hand once more to catch the blood. No, he had not expected Claudia of all people to see him in this state, in a bloody frantic mess.

He didn't want anyone too see him as he was now.

He glared at the wall for lack of anything else to be mad at. Claudia's tone seemed almost comedic in the situation, almost taunting, though it could also have been his paranoia acting up. He held his breath and scrambled farther into the alley, eyes wide, as two pokemon came bursting into view, serpentine and bulky bodies slithering closer. How ironic it seemed now for Claudia, someone he had more or less told off to be more wary of injury, to see him in such a state. Arceus must be bored. He thought to himself grudingly, before applying more pressure to his arm.

"Nothing's wrong at all~" He managed to say, smiling to be a bit more re-assuring, though his chocolate eyes were darting from Miltank to the Milotic. Shit, what if the guys spotted the two pokemon, they were on the rare side too, and come after them. At that thought he had to squeeze his eyes shut. No no, Zillah was luring them away, surely they would be more than distracted by the dark bird. He needed an excuse. That was it! An excuse as to why he had a large red blot on his arm and why he seemed so panicky... Already finding, or creating, a viable excuse seemed bleak.

He had met the girl a fair few times, and he would classify her as... Simple-minded for lack of a better term. The easier his story was to digest, the higher the chance that she would believe him. He sighed to himself, looking around him, or rather, anywhere other than Claudia's gaze. Ahh, great, what if she noticed he was avoiding her too. And so he looked at her, forcing a pained smile to his lips as he racked his brain for a good enough story to tell.

He could only hope that she'd believe him.

"I was just being clumsy while preparing my breakfast is all, got a bit too energetic with the and,"He said, moving his uninjured arm and making a motion as if to go through his arm. "woosh in it went~" He ended in a cheerful tone, with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Its not much a big deal, but I'll tell you this, the hospital fees here charge waaay too much. Oh sure, pokemon get health insurance for free, but us humans, no way, they gotta make their money somehow." He placed on a pout, hoping that he had at least distracted her from the topic at hand.

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[CLAUDIA CZARNY]

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[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

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He listened, well, as much as he could as his consciousness started to drift off from the blood loss. The towel was turning bloodier and bloodier by the minute, and the slight blur in his vision was troubling him. Still, he blinked and tried to listen to what she was saying. A similar accident? No, it didn't sound like that at all too him, if anything else her situation sounded worse. He still wasn't too sure about her to be honest. Claudia's constant scars and disregard for her personal safety seemed like things to be worried about, though obviously she had a blatant ignorance for such things. He had called her a masochist jokingly before but... It wasn't exactly like that, now that he gave it some thought. Perhaps at some point, she had gotten used to getting hurt and, in a way, had accepted that it was the way she would live. Course, he was starting to think he was half-delirious with all the blood loss so he could not add to his assumptions.

Had he been a kinder person, then maybe he would've pitied her. Though it was true that he was sort of concerned for her well-being, he was much more inclined to simply letting her be. Thousand of people were in pain at this very second, him included, why should he give a flying fuck about one single being? As if they'd return the gesture. As if caring would lessen the pain he was in. Or maybe he was just being grumpy because he was hurt. Most likely.

"Sounds like a interesting morning." He managed to say with a neutral tone, before chuckling at her. Had to admit, despite her somewhat dim capacity, she was being all cute trying to help him. She was getting rather close to him, and it took a conscious effort to not try and push himself away again. "Assonance? Where do you pick up these terms." He said rhetorically, shaking his head and frowning slightly as she tried to poke at his stab wound. Gingerly, he lifted the towel, showing a large red blot against his white sleeves. Oh fuck, this'll take more than Betadine to heal.

Again, he looked at the two pokemon, nervously as though he had expected them to attack. And why the hell not? From what he had heard from Claudia herself, they liked attacking her, apparently it made them 'happy'. "I think you mean 'colleagues', Dia~" He said with a half-hearted smile. He was actually quite grateful that she had decided to hide him, at least for the time being. It was grating at his nerves that he actually needed someone's help. To be seen as weak was... He didn't like it. "I swear, just a few wrappings and I'll be good as new, nothing to fret about, really~"

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[CLAUDIA CZARNY]

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