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Lost
Jun 3, 2008 15:33:52 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 3, 2008 15:33:52 GMT -5
((*snort* Ouch!))
The man waivered for a moment, stunned, and then crumpled to the ground, the bottle rolling out of his hands.
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Lost
Jun 3, 2008 15:36:55 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 3, 2008 15:36:55 GMT -5
Finally.
*Julian lifted the man easily and slung him over the shoulder. Obviously this man couldn't be trusted. He started towards the dungeon.*
((I'll start a thread there.))
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Lost
Jun 15, 2008 11:48:17 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 15, 2008 11:48:17 GMT -5
***EVER SO MUCH LATER***
Grantaire had left the cellars in a rather poor state, and two weeks later he'd ducked back into the catacombs just to get out of the rain and then had wandered a bit. First to the tunnels near Enjolras' home, only checking to see that the damaged doors and gates from the beast's intrusion had been properly secured, and then to nowhere in general until his feet found a path familiar to them, unfamiliar to his addled brain.
He wasn't drunk--he'd run out of money the week before and could find neither legitimate work nor anyone interested in striping his hide or making use of his ever-thinning body. The drunkard had developed a wheeze and felt as if someone had laid brick on his chest, he was feverish often, insensate sometimes and if all truth be told, had crawled down into the dark to die where no one would find him or know him and say "Ah, there is poor Grantaire--I told you it would end like this for him, the sauced little bastard"
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Lost
Jun 15, 2008 11:54:32 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 15, 2008 11:54:32 GMT -5
*Julian appeared unexpectedly behind the man.*
"Was your first experience in my mother's home not enough of a deterrent? What has you back again, sir?"
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Lost
Jun 15, 2008 12:02:00 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 15, 2008 12:02:00 GMT -5
Grantaire gave a jump and cursed through a startled coughing fit.
"I didn't mean to end up exactly here." he panted and leaned against a cool, damp wall.
"The feet go where they know, sometimes."
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Lost
Jun 15, 2008 12:07:30 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 15, 2008 12:07:30 GMT -5
*His eyes narrowed, watching the man.*
"And they know this place? You know what it means to be here. How likely your demise is."
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Lost
Jun 15, 2008 12:10:47 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 15, 2008 12:10:47 GMT -5
He laughed, weakly, and broke into a hacking cough.
"Look at me. I'm dying already, your threats don't frighten me, M. Julian."
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Lost
Jun 15, 2008 12:14:05 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 15, 2008 12:14:05 GMT -5
*He took a step closer, a hand lifting to smooth the wrinkles of the man's shirt, rather ineffectively.*
"Then you have come here to...expediate things? You thought that I might help perhaps?"
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Lost
Jun 15, 2008 12:17:41 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 15, 2008 12:17:41 GMT -5
"No. I wasn't looking for you. I wasn't going anywhere, you understand. I don't need it to be any easier, I can handle it like this."
He looked down at the hand on his filthy shirt front and then raised his own arm to wipe to wipe the cold sweat from his brow.
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Lost
Jun 15, 2008 12:19:46 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 15, 2008 12:19:46 GMT -5
"Then I can leave you to die, if that is your wish."
*Julian removed his hand quickly, turning back to the shadows.*
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Lost
Jun 15, 2008 12:23:23 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 15, 2008 12:23:23 GMT -5
"I don't wish to die at all." he ground out.
"And for all your words, I haven't seen anything harmful down here, unless one were to trip in the dark and strike one's head against the stones."
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Lost
Jun 15, 2008 12:26:51 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 15, 2008 12:26:51 GMT -5
*Julian paused midstep. This man was very confusing. It was as if he didn't know what he wanted.*
"If you could see the dangers, they wouldn't be as effective."
*He turned back, his eyes cold.*
"If you aren't here for me, you don't want to die...what is it that you are hoping for, sir?"
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Lost
Jun 15, 2008 12:32:50 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 15, 2008 12:32:50 GMT -5
"I just ducked into the catacombs to get out of the rain. I wandered and ended up here, which is just fine with me. Just because I don't want to die doesn't mean it's not happening." he panted and pressed a hand to his chest, pushing it into his shirt and bringing it out with his fingertips slightly wet with blood.
"I have this...old wound. It's been bleeding for days now, on top of this cough I've got."
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Lost
Jun 15, 2008 12:45:38 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 15, 2008 12:45:38 GMT -5
*Julian stared at the man as he explained.*
"And...is there anything to be done for it?"
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Lost
Jun 15, 2008 12:51:30 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 15, 2008 12:51:30 GMT -5
"I don't know. It's bleeding from both sides, and it had been healed. I was shot...a long time ago."
The muscles in his jaw danced a bit.
"It hurts." Though he wasn't sure whether it was the wound itself that caused the ache in his heart, or the lack of the thing that had filled before.
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