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Post by Tawny on Mar 3, 2016 4:26:18 GMT
It was rumored the dilapidated old cavern was haunted. The solar panels along its walls had long since gone dark, and they hadn't so much as blinked in a century. Even with the aid of a flashlight, torch or especially keen eyesight, one would still struggle to glimpse the hulking masses of concrete littering the underground tunnel. Mud and ink filled the hilly slough with a thick sludge, where the occasional clump of reeds flourished. Albeit deadly to Inklings, the gloomy old marsh made quite the greenhouse - with humidity to match. The landscape was still, held close by a silence like that of death itself. A distant rattling crashed into the quiet ever so often, but by the sheer amount of echoes it produced, no light could be shed on its source. Only rarer were the deep and distorted bellows, more metallic than animal, but those shuddered off into silence just as well with no explanation. If the trained eye was given a chance to adjust properly to the dark, it might have sighted the dull orange lights dotting a trail far in the distance. They dimmed and flickered of their own accord, plain bulbs pegging the mud alongside firmer ground. The path was heavily trodden and dry, twisting around the marsh up a hill in the nearing distance. A building could be seen, its cement exterior overgrown with ivy and weeds. Its entrance was a weathered wooden door, and where the wood had softened, moss grew from its surface. No wider than a shack, the thin home rose to a height of three stories, and from the third floor a sole window flickered with a cold gray light. It didn't sound very homey, no - but it had more than just the bare necessities. Careless to the ominous cavern surrounding her hideout, Tawny reclined comfortably into her cot and tapped at the remote in her hand, one arm stretched behind her head to serve as a makeshift pillow. Her amber eyes were heavy-lidded with boredom, watching as channels flashed across the face of a flat screen television. It was in pristine condition, at home among a treasure trove of valuable (not to mention luxurious) items stacked about the room. Boy, did she have organizing to do. TAGGED: Crow Osiris Let's get this party started, shall we B) |
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Post by Crow Osiris on Mar 3, 2016 5:07:11 GMT
[attr="class","landfill-link"] fall down to your knees and prove to me you're not the same [attr="class","landfill-scroll"]Crow hated this place. It was filthy, overgrown, and pitch black. There was a reason it had been cut off, a reason nobody came to visit anymore -- well, nobody who was halfway sane, at least.
Cursing and muttering under his breath, he wrapped his fingers more tightly around the bloody gash in his upper arm, hoping to stem the bleeding. It was the worst, at least, of the injuries he'd received. Beyond some bruises and cuts, he was fine. The atmosphere of his surroundings was what bothered him the most.
It wasn't long before he reached the battered and timeworn building. When he did, he approached the door and stepped inside without hesitation, little more than glancing up at the dim gray light from the first floor before he entered. Bringing the door to a close behind him, he reached up to his face and pulled the mask from his eyes. When he released it, it fell and hung loosely from his neck by a silver chain.
Wordlessly, he made his way to the stairs and climbed them at a tired pace until he reached the third floor, at which point he stepped into the room, met immediately by some hard, large object at his feet. For a moment, he looked at it, then allowed his gaze to wander about the entirety of the place. In a detached voice, he finally asked, "How does the clutter not bother you?"  | commentary |
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Post by Tawny on Mar 3, 2016 5:32:29 GMT
Hearing the door open downstairs, Tawny didn't so much as shift, languidly flipping through channels on the television as footsteps approached her bedroom. She pulled the corner of her mouth to one side, distastefully eyeing the images moving across the screen. There wasn't much point in bothering to set up a signal when the only channels she could find were garbage - it was better than sitting in silence, she supposed. A familiar voice at door willed little more than a passive hum from the Octoling. "Whatever" came Tawny's careless reply, followed by a mumbled, "It's been worse." Permitting a sigh, she turned the TV off and sat upright, blinking in the sudden darkness until her eyes adjusted. They shifted to where Crow stood, holding his arm in a firm grip. Her eyes narrowed, lips pulled into a frown. "... Come on," she said, taking a moment to stretch her arms before standing and walking with ease through the piles of clothes and boxes. Tawny cast him a sidelong glance as she passed him, lifting her hand to ruffle his tentacles. "Get down to the kitchen before you bleed everywhere."Without waiting for a reply, she stepped briskly out of the room and down the stairs, stifling a yawn as she went. She flipped on a light switch once she'd reached the second floor, illuminating the modestly-sized room with a warm lamplight. The floor was stone, softened by a plush and brightly-colored rug. A wooden table rested in the center of the room, not much on its surface. A sole glass vase filled with well-preserved flowers from the Surface brightened the room, placed next to a stack of open letters and magazines. The dual windows above the wooden counter tops against the wall shed light out in rectangular patches over the marsh. Raising her voice, Tawny called back up the stairs, "And don't touch anything! I haven't sorted it yet."TAGGED: Crow Osiris the third floor is the clutter pit |
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Post by Crow Osiris on Mar 3, 2016 5:59:58 GMT
[attr="class","landfill-link"] fall down to your knees and prove to me you're not the same [attr="class","landfill-scroll"]Sparing little more than a grimace at the TV, he stifled a sigh of relief when Tawny turned it off. By the time his eyes adjusted to the dark, she was passing by him, and the feel of her hand upon his tentacles willed a noise of irritated protest from his lips. "Watch it," he retorted grumpily, but apart from that he said nothing.
For a moment, he continued to look over room's scattered contents. Some of the objects he didn't even recognize. One in particular - the one he'd run into when he first entered the room - caught his attention. It was black and rectangular with two levers attached to the front and a wire coming out of the back. Curiously, he bent to reach for it, but his hand fell short at the sound of Tawny's cautioning voice from downstairs and he dropped his arm, groaning a bit.
He followed after her, stepping into the warmly-lit room with narrowed eyes, again allowing a few seconds for his vision to adjust. At the sight of the flowers upon the table, he stepped forward and leaned in to observe them, blinking in mild surprise. "These are new," Crow remarked softly, looking genuinely interested. "You're not going to sell them, too, are you?" | commentary |
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Post by Tawny on Mar 3, 2016 6:25:08 GMT
Rather than turn as Crow's voice sounded at the foot of the stairs, she continued to rummage through the cabinets, pulling out an assortment of items with a deft hand. She chuckled at the suggestion. "That wasn't the plan," Tawny answered, closing a drawer and lining up the medical products she'd found. "But it's not a bad idea - maybe I'll wait til they're dead. They'd still be better than the crap down here." She turned to face him and pulled a chair away from the table, patting its back with an instructive "Let's see what the damage is."TAGGED: Crow Osiris what a nurturing friend lmfao |
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Post by Crow Osiris on Mar 3, 2016 7:09:18 GMT
[attr="class","landfill-link"] fall down to your knees and prove to me you're not the same [attr="class","landfill-scroll"]Tawny's remark willed a halfhearted smile to his lips. Leaning back against the wall, he sighed and shook his head a bit, raising his brow. "You're probably right," was all he said, letting go of his arm to rub his eyes with the back of his hand. "Funny how that works." His voice was weighted with exhaustion.
When she beckoned him over, he leaned off of the wall and took a seat, extending his injured arm over the table as if they'd been through this same scenario a hundred times before. Resting his other hand in his lap, he glanced down at his palm, some blackish blue blood staining the skin there. "It's not that bad," he mumbled. "Better a knife wound than a gun wound." | commentary |
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Post by Tawny on Mar 4, 2016 1:15:54 GMT
Watching in silence as Crow crossed the room and seated himself in the chair, she absently searched him for any other apparent injuries. Thankfully, it seemed the worst of his wounds was the gash on his arm; she'd certainly seen him in poorer condition. Walking around to his side, she took careful hold of his extended arm in her hands and turned it gently this way and that, amber eyes studying the wound's depth and width. "Jeez," Tawny murmured, eyeing Crow with a frown, "who'd you mess with this time, tough guy?"She released his arm and turned away, retrieving a roll of gauze and some ointment from the counter. "... And of course that's what you'd think," the Octoling said in belated reply, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Anyone with a brain can use a gun. You know you're in trouble when your opponent knows their way around a knife." Her smile widened, revealing rows of jagged white teeth. "Or knives."TAGGED: Crow Osiris just fix his arm already lady |
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Post by Crow Osiris on Mar 4, 2016 1:40:01 GMT
[attr="class","landfill-link"] fall down to your knees and prove to me you're not the same [attr="class","landfill-scroll"]Absently, he lifted his gaze from his hand and gazed across the room, stifling a yawn as Tawny took hold of his arm. At her inquiry, a smile broke his lips and he ducked his head, laughing to himself. "I didn't," he replied, looking caught between amusement and annoyance. "Turns out your average Inkling isn't exactly thrilled to see an elite Octoling anywhere near their precious city. I didn't even see him coming -- but I'd say I got the better end of the deal when we were through."
Touching distractedly at the fabric of his jacket, he little more than scoffed at her next remark, but the smile hadn't left his face. "No, of course that's what you'd think," he replied in a sarcastic voice, but it was clear he meant no harm by it. "Someone who knows their way around a knife wouldn't stand a chance against someone who knows their way around a gun; end of story." | commentary |
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Post by Tawny on Mar 4, 2016 2:36:47 GMT
She elevated her brow, a hint of surprise passing over her face. Turning away from the counter, she paced back over to the table and placed the items she'd gathered upon its surface. "Well, I can imagine you'd have been left alone if you'd gone with a disguise - and not that..." Tawny gestured with a distasteful grimace at the metal goggles around his neck. "... Charming getup."She gently elbowed his shoulder and gave him a teasing wink, reminding him with a grin, "I've got plenty of spare clothes here if you wanna look presentable for a change."Lifting the bottle of ointment from the table, she uncapped it and dripped its contents into a folded washcloth. Crow's self-assured rebuttal willed an unimpressed laugh from the Octoling. "Please," Tawny murmured absently, carefully securing his wrist over the table with one hand and dabbing the wetted washcloth at his wound with the other. "It's that same arrogance that'll get you a knife in the back." Her lips curved into a smile, but she neglected to look away from the injury. "Don't worry, though - I'm on your side, so you'll be fine."TAGGED: Crow Osiris oh ho ho, banter banter |
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Post by Crow Osiris on Mar 4, 2016 3:53:18 GMT
[attr="class","landfill-link"] fall down to your knees and prove to me you're not the same [attr="class","landfill-scroll"] He waved his hand dismissively. "Whatever; I didn't think anyone would be around," came his tired reply. "If he was halfway intelligent, he would have just run away - though I suppose that's expecting too much." He wiped the remaining blood from his hand on his pant leg, then propped an elbow up on the table and rested his chin upon the palm of his hand, heavy-lidded. A distant, bellowing noise sounded far off in the distance, interrupting the calm for a couple of seconds, but he didn't pay it any mind.
Stifling another laugh, he merely gave an amused exhalation at her offer. "I wouldn't be caught dead in that garbage of yours." When she applied the washcloth to his injury, the smile upon his face quickly turned to a grimace, however faint it might have been. Her playful remark was met with a strained-sounding "Well, when you put it like that..." In the midst of his discomfort, there was a smile in his voice. | commentary |
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Post by Tawny on Mar 4, 2016 5:29:19 GMT
Crow's spiteful words willed little more than a scoff from the Octoling. She knew there was no point in arguing; his condescension was second only to his hatred for Inklings. "You're lucky he was as incompetent as he was weak," Tawny observed, clicking her tongue. "There's a pretty price on your head."Feeling him tense somewhat as the sting of the ointment met his skin, she kept a steady hand, making fairly quick work of the wound. Setting the bloodied washcloth aside, she paused only as Crow rudely insulted her wardrobe. Feigning a gasp of offense, she shot him a listless glare and muttered, " Ungrateful brat - they're choice, thank you very much."Straightening her posture, she picked up the gauze and unrolled a generous amount into her hand, tearing the remaining trail away with her teeth. Tawny bent again over Crow's arm and began to tightly wrap the wound. "Think you'll crash here tonight?" she asked, glancing Crow's way with an elevation of her brow, "I could whip up some grub if you're hungry."TAGGED: Crow Osiris what'll it be? pasta? lasagna? the souls of the innocent? |
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Post by Crow Osiris on Mar 4, 2016 7:01:53 GMT
[attr="class","landfill-link"] fall down to your knees and prove to me you're not the same [attr="class","landfill-scroll"]More than willing to distract himself from the task at hand with some conversation, he replied smugly, "Competence has nothing to do with it. I'm not concerned." Casting a sidelong glance in Tawny's direction, he smirked. "And I'm not the only one who has to worry. I'd argue your head is the one people would want the most." Returning his attention to the tabletop, he continued tiredly after a yawn, "Isn't that why you live in this hellhole in the first place?"
Struggling to keep his eyes open when she removed the washcloth from his cut, he chuckled at her remark about the clothes. "God, you watch too much TV. You could pass for an Inkling at this point." There was a teasing note in his voice.
Shoulders drooping, he leaned forward slightly. "... No. I need to get home and... take care of a couple of things." His voice was weighted with exhaustion. Yawning again, he tried in vain to fight the lethargy in his limbs, but his body wasn't cooperating. With every blink, he found it was increasingly difficult to open his eyes again. Slumping gradually against the tabletop, he rested the side of his head upon his forearm, the movement subconscious, and his eyes slid to an eventual close. What left him next was mumbled, as if he lacked the energy to properly articulate the word, and even quieter than before, "... Thanks." | commentary |
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Post by Tawny on Mar 5, 2016 5:56:29 GMT
She allowed herself an amused smile at Crow's words. "Good thing I know how to suit myself with a proper disguise," Tawny replied, a teasing and pointed air to the words. Once the gauze had been stretched tight around his arm in a series of thick layers, she withdrew a metal pin from the table and secured the remaining length there. "And it's not a hellhole, thanks - it's a work in progress." Righting herself, she crossed her arms and cast a pleased glance out the window where the marshes remained undisturbed and pitch black. "It's nice and private." As Crow mumbled out his refusal, she returned her eyes to him only to find him slumping lazily against the tabletop. She placed her hands on her hips, a look of feigned offense passing over her face. "Hey, squirt." Crossing around to the other side of the table, she leaned to the side until her face was just inches from Crow's and frowned. "You're gonna pass out on me before dinner?" 'Get home and take care of some things' - yeah, as if.TAGGED: Crow Osiris you're no fun |
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Post by Crow Osiris on Mar 6, 2016 5:46:17 GMT
[attr="class","landfill-link"] fall down to your knees and prove to me you're not the same [attr="class","landfill-scroll"]Much of what Tawny said fell on deaf ears. While still conscious, he'd begun to doze off, his exhaustion getting the better of him. Her voice was little more than a distant mumble - that is, until she leaned in and spoke mere inches from his face. A bit of surprise passed over his face and he opened his eyes, his gaze focusing on Tawny with a confused and eventually annoyed gleam.
Still, a tired smirk pulled at his lips. Lifting one hand, he pressed it against one half of her face and pushed it away in a playful manner. "Shut up," he mumbled, sounding faintly amused. "I was just resting my eyes -- ever heard of personal space, by the way?" | commentary |
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Post by Tawny on Mar 6, 2016 5:57:11 GMT
Seeming pleased with Crow's resulting irritation, she smirked and parted her lips to speak when he pushed her away by the cheek. Rather than resist, Tawny rolled her eyes and straightened her back. "Yeah, yeah, but the table isn't really a great place to rest your eyes," she pointed out, side-eyeing him with a teasing grin. "If you're gonna conk out, at least use a real bed. You'll wake up sorer than before if you sleep like that." TAGGED: Crow Osiris kind of inevitable with all the bruises he's got going on but yanno |
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