09-17-2014, 09:25 AM
The brunette jerked back as he came closer, what looked like fear in her eyes, and her drink spilled. She jumped to her feet but her eyes were on him, not on the liquid fanning across the table.
He tilted his head quizzically, question in his eyes. His lips compressed sadly. Why was she afraid of him? The only one here who knew the truth was Ayden. All the energy and cockiness left him and was replaced by stillness. Well, that and the roaring and seething cauldron of power he held in his grip. With it, the tension on her face was clear, as were her words.
Sorry? Why was he sorry? He wasn't sure. He wasn't sorry for killing Boris. Not really. That was just part of the game. You play the game and you take what you get. If the man hadn't used Sasha as a hostage- had just snuck up on him- then he'd be the one laying on the ground, nice big hole in the middle of his head. Hell, Boris coulda done that on the street while he was walking. Just the game of life and his turn came up to lose. Rolled and came up a loser.
He was sorry because she took it hard. And now because she was afraid of him. He didn't get it. He let the power go and it drained from him. Now more than ever, that feeling remained. Course the room got blander too. Guess that was to be expected. You're already coming down from situation high. And then he lets go of the power for another drop. In any case, it was what it was.
Ayden rushed in- she really was pretty cool. Quick little head on her, that was for sure.- and brushed over the situation. Blondie and Brunette would join the three of them or not. Sasha was at his side clutching at him and it felt a bit smothering. He was sure they'd have fun later but at this moment he was a bit tired of the attention. He looked at the brunette and smiled weakly, shrugging too, and then stepped over to his own table and sat down.
The rest didn't last though. The ambulance arrived and began packing up old Boris. A police officer came too and took statements. Bas didn't sweat the cop. He'd met plenty, of course, and as long as he didn't do anything suspicious, they wouldn't look at him twice.
Which he was totally wrong about. The tattoos on his neck identifying his old gang made sure of that. In fact they took him outside to question him. Boris had a record and so did he. And their....'friendships' were also noted. And the statements had made it clear that Boris had been after him.
But they also absolved him of any guilt as they all agreed Bas had talked him down even as he had an unexpected heart attack. That made him smile a bit. That was pretty funny, actually, the way people were all talking him up like he was the hero. He could tell the cop was frustrated but there wasn't really a whole hell of a lot he could do. Hell, there was even video of the thing.
So it was a pretty easy 20 minutes of grilling before he was able to go back inside and sit down at the table. By then, he felt better, more normal. He'd have to be careful with things, though. Bad idea to release the power after coming down from a rush. Made it worse.
Once he sat down, he looked at the girls with a smirk. "They wanted to give me a medal. I had to talk 'em out of it."
A grin.
He tilted his head quizzically, question in his eyes. His lips compressed sadly. Why was she afraid of him? The only one here who knew the truth was Ayden. All the energy and cockiness left him and was replaced by stillness. Well, that and the roaring and seething cauldron of power he held in his grip. With it, the tension on her face was clear, as were her words.
Sorry? Why was he sorry? He wasn't sure. He wasn't sorry for killing Boris. Not really. That was just part of the game. You play the game and you take what you get. If the man hadn't used Sasha as a hostage- had just snuck up on him- then he'd be the one laying on the ground, nice big hole in the middle of his head. Hell, Boris coulda done that on the street while he was walking. Just the game of life and his turn came up to lose. Rolled and came up a loser.
He was sorry because she took it hard. And now because she was afraid of him. He didn't get it. He let the power go and it drained from him. Now more than ever, that feeling remained. Course the room got blander too. Guess that was to be expected. You're already coming down from situation high. And then he lets go of the power for another drop. In any case, it was what it was.
Ayden rushed in- she really was pretty cool. Quick little head on her, that was for sure.- and brushed over the situation. Blondie and Brunette would join the three of them or not. Sasha was at his side clutching at him and it felt a bit smothering. He was sure they'd have fun later but at this moment he was a bit tired of the attention. He looked at the brunette and smiled weakly, shrugging too, and then stepped over to his own table and sat down.
The rest didn't last though. The ambulance arrived and began packing up old Boris. A police officer came too and took statements. Bas didn't sweat the cop. He'd met plenty, of course, and as long as he didn't do anything suspicious, they wouldn't look at him twice.
Which he was totally wrong about. The tattoos on his neck identifying his old gang made sure of that. In fact they took him outside to question him. Boris had a record and so did he. And their....'friendships' were also noted. And the statements had made it clear that Boris had been after him.
But they also absolved him of any guilt as they all agreed Bas had talked him down even as he had an unexpected heart attack. That made him smile a bit. That was pretty funny, actually, the way people were all talking him up like he was the hero. He could tell the cop was frustrated but there wasn't really a whole hell of a lot he could do. Hell, there was even video of the thing.
So it was a pretty easy 20 minutes of grilling before he was able to go back inside and sit down at the table. By then, he felt better, more normal. He'd have to be careful with things, though. Bad idea to release the power after coming down from a rush. Made it worse.
Once he sat down, he looked at the girls with a smirk. "They wanted to give me a medal. I had to talk 'em out of it."
A grin.