Cujo
Rebel
Leader of the Rebellion
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Post by Cujo on Oct 16, 2009 15:13:44 GMT -6
[Cujo:]
I stiffened as I heard someone scuff their foot on the floor, my body going rigid. I opened my eyes slightly, my jaw clenching. Who dared to...
Oh. Kallen. I sighed quietly as he sank down next to me, saying something. I didn't hear what he said, but my ability to read lips let me catch "alright"; he'd probably asked if I was all right. I usually didn't go around crying and falling out of beds. I shrugged one shoulder roughly, closing my eyes again.
I dropped my arm into my lap and leaned my head back, banging it on the bed. My mother's face wouldn't leave my thoughts; there was no way I could function as a proper, ruthless rebellion leader with my mother smiling at me from the back of my eyelids. [/size]
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Kallen
Rebel
Cujo's Accomplice
Do what gives you the best benefits. Steal what no one will give you.
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Post by Kallen on Oct 16, 2009 21:46:31 GMT -6
[Kallen:]
I watched Cujo as he sat back, almost worried. He seemed to be fine, physically, but he didn't seem to be quite right. Not that he was insane or any such nonsense as that, but that something was bothering the leader of the rebellion that would cause problems later on, if not now. I didn't know what I could, or would, do about it, though; if it was something not physical, I couldn't fix it. I patted Neal, who came to me with a meow already on his tongue. He was mad at me, I could tell, because I'd been sleeping and he'd been in here for that time left to his own devices. He wanted out, I already could see that. I glanced at Cujo, and seeing he wasn't going to tell me anything, I stood and walked to the door, Neal mewing darkly on my heels. I opened the door and Neal flashed past me and out. I assumed he was going outside to getr something to eat and to take care of his other masculine cat business...
My stomach rumbled savagely, startling me. I hadn't heard that for a long time... but now that I thought about it, it had been a while since I'd eaten anything... I hadn't been taking very good care of myself in my exhaustion. I glanced back at Cujo, who hadn't moved at all from the floor. I muttered "Food," and slipped out of the room, heading toward the kitchen. I passed a few people that seemed surprised to see me, staring at me curiously. At first, the thought crossed my mind that they were just idiots and stared at everything, before I realized that most of them hadn't seen what had happened to me, and were probably wondering why Cujo and I hadn't been seen around the Diamond lately. I could see the questions built on some of their lips and hurried past them, in no mood to deal with the idiocy of the followers of the Rebellion.
I entered the kitchen and glanced at the cook, who saw me and hurried away to get me food. She was used to me, used to preparing something everytime I came to her area. I almost liked her. She was one of the few in the rebellion that I didn't think was a total idiot. She still wasn't smart, but not as idiotic as the rest of the followers.
She brought me a loaf of bread, some cheese, a glass of some kind of drink, and a bunch of apples. "A little more" I muttered, and she nodded and hurried back, not bothering to ask questions. She brought another bottle, and another loaf of bread with some kind of spread. I nodded my thanks. She was the only one in the Diamond that deserved it most of the time. I carried the basket she'd brought me to carry it all in back to Cujo's room. The smell floated up to me, and my stomach growled more furiously. I grabbed an apple out of the basket and sunk my teeth into it, relishing in the juicy flavor. It tasted so good... I wondered how long it really had been since I'd last eaten... it had to have been a while ago.
I finished the apple and dropped the core on the floor for someone else to clean up, then uncorked one of the bottles and took a long swig, pausing in the middle of the hallway as I did so. It tasted... different... I wrinkled my nose as I realized what it was. Alchohol. It wasn't Barley water, that I much preferred... but instead of going back to the cook and demanding she give me what I wanted, I took another swig. I needed something different right now.
I opened the door to Cujo's room and walked back to my spot on the floor, almost falling when I went to sit down. I could already feel the effects of the alchohol on me... and yet, for once in my life, I didn't shy away from it. It was almost pleasant. It helped with the pain in my eye that I'd been trying studiously to ignore from the moment I woke up, and it didn't taste... that bad. I set the basket in between Cujo and me, picking a loaf of bread up and spreading some of the stuff on it. It tasted good, and my stomach felt to be getting appeased. I washed down the bread with another swig, feeling myself getting tipsy already.
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Cujo
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Leader of the Rebellion
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Post by Cujo on Oct 16, 2009 22:45:49 GMT -6
[Cujo:]
I didn't move as Kallen moved to let Neal out; I wanted to be rid of his incessant meowing, anyway. The cat was so annoying sometimes. I was in no mood to deal with it right now. After Kallen had decided to go get food and closed the door behind him, I smacked my head on the wooden bed frame a few more times sharply, gritting my teeth against the pain. I wanted the images of my mother and Scanra gone. I couldn't think about that now; it would just upset me. I couldn't afford to be upset.
What I needed was alcohol, and a lot of it. Sure, sixteen wasn't really the ideal drinking age, but the poor idiot that tried to tell me that would end up dead at the bottom of a well, especially if he tried to tell me that in my current state. My mind ventured off for a moment, going through a few different murder ideas, most of which were violent and gory and merciless.
I leaned forward, crossing my legs and leaning my chin on my hand. I glared at the floor until Kallen came back in, carrying an entire basket of food. I didn't bother to respond to him setting the basket down near enough for me to grab anything; I didn't deserve food. My punishment as a child when I'd done something wrong had been to miss a meal; missing one now wouldn't kill me. (And, if it did...I'd be with my mom. I wouldn't complain too much about that. I'd only be mad that I didn't get to take Tortall down with me.)
My stomach growled as the smell of the fresh-baked bread wafted toward me, and I clenched the hand I wasn't leaning on, my fingernails digging into my palms. Kallen was sitting next to me now, and I could smell alcohol on him. Oh dear... [/size]
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Kallen
Rebel
Cujo's Accomplice
Do what gives you the best benefits. Steal what no one will give you.
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Post by Kallen on Oct 18, 2009 22:59:39 GMT -6
[Kallen:]
I watched Cujo deny himself food, wondering silently if there was something I was missing here. I didn't ask, of course... well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to ask. I mean, I was his second, I deserved to know what was going on, right? I took another swig of the alchohol, which was tasting better and better with every drink. I was starting to wonder why I'd never drunk it before. I mean, sure, it intoxicated most people, but not me. I was too smart to get pulled into it. I would stop before I got too bad.
I looked up when Cujo's stomach growled. That was it, I was going to ask. What was the worst he'd do to me? Seriously, if he got rid of me, he'd have a bunch of idiots under him. "Hey, why aren't ya eating? I know you're hungry." I picked up a bread and handed it to him, taking another swig of alchohol and nearly falling over. I lost track of what happened to the bread as I righted myself, but I didn't care. I had my food, and I was getting full. Maybe alchohol made you full, too. That was an odd thought... liquid that made you full. I wondered if anyone had thought of that before... but probably, because they'd made alchohol, hadn't they? That was an interesting thought. I decided I'd think about it more later...
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Cujo
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Post by Cujo on Oct 21, 2009 20:49:50 GMT -6
[Cujo:]
When Kallen held the bread out to me, I had to take it. I didn't eat it, though. I stared at it. "I don't deserve to eat," I muttered. I looked at the bread through tortured eyes, my fingers breaking a small piece off of the corner. "I'm a monster." I set the loaf down, the small piece still clutched between my fingers.
I could smell the alcohol, and it was just too tempting. Who wouldn't take an escape, even if it was only temporary, when offered? Without thinking too much about it, I snagged the other container that looked like Kallen's and downed half of what was in it. I had been thirstier than I'd realized. How long had I been out?!
I could feel the alcohol warming me, making me almost giddy. But I was too depressed to be giddy; the feeling subsided after a moment, only to be replaced by utter desolation. "My mother would hate what I've become," I confessed, my voice on the verge of cracking. "She'd... she'd be so disappointed in me. But...those *insert plural bad word here* are going to pay for what they did to her..." My hand clenched, and the piece of bread I'd been holding crumbled.
I brushed it off onto the floor, and, after deciding I could take the ache in my stomach no longer, I picked up the loaf and bit into the corner of it. [/size]
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Kallen
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Cujo's Accomplice
Do what gives you the best benefits. Steal what no one will give you.
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Post by Kallen on Dec 3, 2009 21:21:01 GMT -6
[Kallen:]
I watched Cujo, not comprehending a single word he said. There was a strange buzzing in my ears that I didn’t quite understand, but that was alright. It sounded like bees or something. It’d been a long time since I’d heard bees. In fact, it’d been a long time since I’d looked at a flower without crushing it. But that wasn’t very nice. The flower wouldn’t like it if I crushed it. It would be sad, and the bee would be sad. The bee that was in my head, making that noise.
I jumped up as pain lanced my back, dropping my bottle to the floor. It shattered, spilling the remaining liquid everywhere. I stared at it for a while, tears in my eyes. My drink… that was the stuff that made me so much happier. It was a good feeling, and now I didn’t have any anymore. I shook myself out of it eventually and turned to see what had done that to me, had made me drop the alcohol. Neal glared at me from the floor, his claws scraping furrows into the floor. So he’d done it. I should have known. He was always getting in the way when I was having fun. He thought it was his duty to keep me bored, to keep me on task. What if I didn’t want to be on task? What if I wanted to have fun once in a while? I hadn’t had fun since… since… I couldn’t even remember when that had been. That was how long it had been since I’d had fun.
”Dang cat, git outta here! I gotta… gotta…” I closed my eyes as the world seemed to wobble in front of me. What was going on? Neal just meowed at me, as if to tell me ’I told you so’.
Before I knew what was going on, I fell back to the floor. Oh. So it had been me that was shaking. Well, how about that?
Neal meowed and sunk his claws into my knee. I gasped and swatted at him, but he skittered away, moving into a corner. I thought about getting up to do something about that, but I didn’t want to just then. I was feeling a little… sickish. And everything was spinning. And my head kinda hurt. I wondered how that dang cat had gotten back in here, but I didn’t care. I put a hand to my head, glaring at the floor. This was why I didn’t drink. Because, apparently for me, the good effects didn’t last very long. [/size]
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Cujo
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Post by Cujo on Dec 3, 2009 22:47:39 GMT -6
[Cujo:]
I watched as Kallen shot to his feet, dropping his bottle on the floor. It shattered, one of the shards cutting my bare ankle and foot. I furrowed my brow, scowling as it started to throb. Blood welled up in the cut, the crimson color vibrant against my pale skin.
Wait... My foot was clean. Someone must have washed them... Because I didn't wear shoes, most of the time. I didn't really care as much as I should have; I blamed the ale. Neal meowed and I glared at the stupid creature, wanting nothing more in the world than to kick him. But he was out of reach; I didn't even bother to try.
I laughed without humor once when Kallen fell, amused when Neal attacked him. The cat scurried into the far corner and just watched us. I took another drink of my ale and swallowed it, the amber liquid pouring pleasantly down my throat. It didn't have the greatest taste, but I didn't care at this point.
I ate more of the bread, picking it apart before shoving it into my mouth. "You're an idiot, Kallen," I told him quietly between bites. "Doing something so reckless." I waited for him to respond; I wasn't going to have a one-sided conversation.
And aside from that, I wanted to see how he reacted. That would determine whether or not I got rid of him. (I needed him, but if he was going to be stupid on various occasions, I'd have to dispose of him somehow. My plan could not be jeapordized.)
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