Post by Raenius on Aug 12, 2009 22:27:17 GMT -5
The clandestine, enigma-laden shadows that crawl around the room whisper eerily to each other behind the cars rushing past, and underneath the breeze from outside, talking in hushed tones from within the spindly fingers of the gloom.
Casting a weak, sallow glow from the light in the hallway, the door opens just a little, forcing the shadows that kneel deferentially at our hero’s feet to slither away back into the corners of the room, or to cower behind him like frightened children as the closet door is opened by their venerable father, checking for the bogeyman. Illuminating Raenius just enough to see his outline and no more, the light allows Nyx and Syn the vision to approach him. Wearing sober, dark clothes; black combat trousers and a Prong t-shirt, he glares out at them through one eye, his other, as with the entire left side of his face, is covered with a dark cloth that hangs and nonchalantly sways as he looks up to the two women.
‘Uh, Raenius?’ asks Nyx cautiously, stopping a few feet from the door. Syn, however, steps closer to Raenius.
‘You wanted to know when he arrived?’
Scowling a little as the sound of phlegm rising in Raenius’ throat, Syn looks on as his head rises to meet her gaze.
‘Food poisoning,’ he states softly, forcing Nyx and Syn to strain to hear what he’s saying. ‘Silly huer ate some bad sushi and blew chunks for a few days.’
‘Who did, Raenius?’ Nyx offers in.
‘Kathryn,’ utters our hero reverently, eyes dropping once again to look ahead towards nothing in particular. ‘Had herself, and us, convinced that she was knocked up.’
‘So she’s not?’ adds Syn. ‘Is that good news? Bad?’
Raenius’ unblinking right eye stays stoic, staring.
‘Funny, some of the things that you think about when considering being a parent. Some are wild things, uncontrollable things. Some things are to be avoided and some to be captured. But others… well, others should be laced into every day life. Some of these things, we have been neglecting. Ignoring. Missing. Things that we took for granted. Like honour. Like trust. Like responsibility. Loyalty. Family. And, as such, there are things that must be done. Sacrifices that must be made. Actions to be taken.’ He stops, breathing deeply for a while. ‘So, is he out there?’
‘He is,’ answers Syn, casting her sight towards the door.
A figure enters the doorway, casting a hard silhouette opposite Raenius.
‘Was a time when they wouldn’t dare do that shit. You know that, don’t you? Was a time when we had our lot, and they were all pleased enough. Now? Shit. Now we have no idea what the fuck they want. What they’re doing. What they think they’re accomplishing with all of this. And there was a time when, if we said stop, it would stop there and then. But now these people think that they can do whatever the fuck they want. Without us. They’re breaking the covenant that they had with us. And that simply wont do.’ A noise akin to a growl emanates from his gorge before he continues. ‘I said that if they kept doing what they were doing, then I’d step in. I’ve left this for far too long. So… what can I do to help?’
‘The best thing for you to do, brother,’ replies Mickey Dragon, ‘is stay as far away from me as possible. The less you know about what I'm going to do, the better. I don't need you three getting caught up in this. But for right now, I need a drink.’
Raenius responds to his partner’s request by waving his hand towards his managers, who walk out of the room, emerging a minute later with a glass of whiskey for the four.
‘I suppose that’s the problem, when you surround yourself with lunatics and weirdoes. They act crazy. And weird.’
‘Lunatics and weirdoes are only so by the company they keep. Shit, compared to Chassie, we’re all fucking crazy. But compared to each other, we’re normal. Thanks for the drink.’
‘Crazy…’ he sighs, gulping some whiskey down while, behind him, Syn and Nyx sip their drinks conservatively. ‘Normal. Same difference. Doesn’t mean we have to turn on each other. How the fuck did it come to this?’
‘Shit if I know, brother. One day I’m slamming some fucker’s head through a chair, next day we’re all burning some fucker on a table. Next thing I know, we have my mother being dredged up and I’m getting whacked in the head.’ Dragon takes a long sip of his drink. ‘All I know is that she’s not getting away with making me a joke.’
‘No,’ says Raenius, finishing his glass off and handing it to Nyx who gingerly scurries off to fetch him another full one. ‘She fucking wont. I used to have the same shit with Carnival. That motherfucker thought nothing was funnier than to smack someone upside the face with a mallet or some shit. But if he did it to me? Fuck him. I wouldn’t just stand there and laugh. I sure of shit wouldn’t take it if he had of brought a bevy of bitches with him to help fuck me around. Just because it’s her makes no difference to the principle.’
‘Yeah, but Carn was funny as hell.’
‘That he was,’ replies Raenius, taking his whiskey from the returning Nyx.
‘All I know is that this is a war that isn’t going to stop anytime soon. What I have planned is going to simply drive the wedge further. But it must be done.’
‘No doubt. And then I am being forced to go up against Dirge, too.’
‘What’s going on with you two? At this moment, with these four breathing down my neck, the last thing I need is my family coming apart at the seams too.’ Dragon says, lighting a cigarette and ashing into his glass. ‘Broad needs get me a new glass now too... and an ashtray.’
Raenius nods his head and Syn takes Dragon’s glass, disappearing.
‘Dirge and I are brothers, as you and I are. But I wont go soft on him simply because of our partnership. And I need to know that he wont go soft on me. If a little provocation is needed… then so be it. But he thinks I’m too distracted lately. With the booze and the women and the psychosis and whatnot. I don’t know what he expects of me. Though, he’ll probably be disappointed.’
‘Is it possible you are a bit distracted?’
‘Who isn’t?’
‘I’m not. Which is why I still maintain you all need to stay away from what I’m going to do to her.’ Syn returns with Dragon’s glass as he ashes into an ashtray she also gives him. ‘Thank you, girl. What's with that?’ Dragon says, pointing at the cloth.
‘This means that, tonight at least, I’m far from distracted. And no Covenant member walks anywhere alone. We’ll stay away if you need us to. But the second you need us, for anything, we’re only a glance away.’
‘Whatever makes you sleep at night,’ Dragon says, referring to the cloth. He takes a long sip of the whiskey before continuing. ‘As for walking alone, I’m walking in this week with a lifelong friend, just as we all are. But, I do have an idea on how we can get a little bit of redemption before I truly destroy their lives.’
A smirk appears on Raenius’ half-face.
‘Do go on…’
‘I’ll do that without the prying eyes of...’ Dragon nods his head toward the camera. ‘They do have a way of telling those our plans before we want them shown. Shit, I had a hard enough time letting them have me take my own camera out to that hospital.’
‘Nyx, if you would?’
Nyx, downing the rest of her drink and cringing for a moment, walks over to the camera and puts her hand over the lens.
A grunt and a second later, and the picture turns to static.
Casting a weak, sallow glow from the light in the hallway, the door opens just a little, forcing the shadows that kneel deferentially at our hero’s feet to slither away back into the corners of the room, or to cower behind him like frightened children as the closet door is opened by their venerable father, checking for the bogeyman. Illuminating Raenius just enough to see his outline and no more, the light allows Nyx and Syn the vision to approach him. Wearing sober, dark clothes; black combat trousers and a Prong t-shirt, he glares out at them through one eye, his other, as with the entire left side of his face, is covered with a dark cloth that hangs and nonchalantly sways as he looks up to the two women.
‘Uh, Raenius?’ asks Nyx cautiously, stopping a few feet from the door. Syn, however, steps closer to Raenius.
‘You wanted to know when he arrived?’
Scowling a little as the sound of phlegm rising in Raenius’ throat, Syn looks on as his head rises to meet her gaze.
‘Food poisoning,’ he states softly, forcing Nyx and Syn to strain to hear what he’s saying. ‘Silly huer ate some bad sushi and blew chunks for a few days.’
‘Who did, Raenius?’ Nyx offers in.
‘Kathryn,’ utters our hero reverently, eyes dropping once again to look ahead towards nothing in particular. ‘Had herself, and us, convinced that she was knocked up.’
‘So she’s not?’ adds Syn. ‘Is that good news? Bad?’
Raenius’ unblinking right eye stays stoic, staring.
‘Funny, some of the things that you think about when considering being a parent. Some are wild things, uncontrollable things. Some things are to be avoided and some to be captured. But others… well, others should be laced into every day life. Some of these things, we have been neglecting. Ignoring. Missing. Things that we took for granted. Like honour. Like trust. Like responsibility. Loyalty. Family. And, as such, there are things that must be done. Sacrifices that must be made. Actions to be taken.’ He stops, breathing deeply for a while. ‘So, is he out there?’
‘He is,’ answers Syn, casting her sight towards the door.
A figure enters the doorway, casting a hard silhouette opposite Raenius.
‘Was a time when they wouldn’t dare do that shit. You know that, don’t you? Was a time when we had our lot, and they were all pleased enough. Now? Shit. Now we have no idea what the fuck they want. What they’re doing. What they think they’re accomplishing with all of this. And there was a time when, if we said stop, it would stop there and then. But now these people think that they can do whatever the fuck they want. Without us. They’re breaking the covenant that they had with us. And that simply wont do.’ A noise akin to a growl emanates from his gorge before he continues. ‘I said that if they kept doing what they were doing, then I’d step in. I’ve left this for far too long. So… what can I do to help?’
‘The best thing for you to do, brother,’ replies Mickey Dragon, ‘is stay as far away from me as possible. The less you know about what I'm going to do, the better. I don't need you three getting caught up in this. But for right now, I need a drink.’
Raenius responds to his partner’s request by waving his hand towards his managers, who walk out of the room, emerging a minute later with a glass of whiskey for the four.
‘I suppose that’s the problem, when you surround yourself with lunatics and weirdoes. They act crazy. And weird.’
‘Lunatics and weirdoes are only so by the company they keep. Shit, compared to Chassie, we’re all fucking crazy. But compared to each other, we’re normal. Thanks for the drink.’
‘Crazy…’ he sighs, gulping some whiskey down while, behind him, Syn and Nyx sip their drinks conservatively. ‘Normal. Same difference. Doesn’t mean we have to turn on each other. How the fuck did it come to this?’
‘Shit if I know, brother. One day I’m slamming some fucker’s head through a chair, next day we’re all burning some fucker on a table. Next thing I know, we have my mother being dredged up and I’m getting whacked in the head.’ Dragon takes a long sip of his drink. ‘All I know is that she’s not getting away with making me a joke.’
‘No,’ says Raenius, finishing his glass off and handing it to Nyx who gingerly scurries off to fetch him another full one. ‘She fucking wont. I used to have the same shit with Carnival. That motherfucker thought nothing was funnier than to smack someone upside the face with a mallet or some shit. But if he did it to me? Fuck him. I wouldn’t just stand there and laugh. I sure of shit wouldn’t take it if he had of brought a bevy of bitches with him to help fuck me around. Just because it’s her makes no difference to the principle.’
‘Yeah, but Carn was funny as hell.’
‘That he was,’ replies Raenius, taking his whiskey from the returning Nyx.
‘All I know is that this is a war that isn’t going to stop anytime soon. What I have planned is going to simply drive the wedge further. But it must be done.’
‘No doubt. And then I am being forced to go up against Dirge, too.’
‘What’s going on with you two? At this moment, with these four breathing down my neck, the last thing I need is my family coming apart at the seams too.’ Dragon says, lighting a cigarette and ashing into his glass. ‘Broad needs get me a new glass now too... and an ashtray.’
Raenius nods his head and Syn takes Dragon’s glass, disappearing.
‘Dirge and I are brothers, as you and I are. But I wont go soft on him simply because of our partnership. And I need to know that he wont go soft on me. If a little provocation is needed… then so be it. But he thinks I’m too distracted lately. With the booze and the women and the psychosis and whatnot. I don’t know what he expects of me. Though, he’ll probably be disappointed.’
‘Is it possible you are a bit distracted?’
‘Who isn’t?’
‘I’m not. Which is why I still maintain you all need to stay away from what I’m going to do to her.’ Syn returns with Dragon’s glass as he ashes into an ashtray she also gives him. ‘Thank you, girl. What's with that?’ Dragon says, pointing at the cloth.
‘This means that, tonight at least, I’m far from distracted. And no Covenant member walks anywhere alone. We’ll stay away if you need us to. But the second you need us, for anything, we’re only a glance away.’
‘Whatever makes you sleep at night,’ Dragon says, referring to the cloth. He takes a long sip of the whiskey before continuing. ‘As for walking alone, I’m walking in this week with a lifelong friend, just as we all are. But, I do have an idea on how we can get a little bit of redemption before I truly destroy their lives.’
A smirk appears on Raenius’ half-face.
‘Do go on…’
‘I’ll do that without the prying eyes of...’ Dragon nods his head toward the camera. ‘They do have a way of telling those our plans before we want them shown. Shit, I had a hard enough time letting them have me take my own camera out to that hospital.’
‘Nyx, if you would?’
Nyx, downing the rest of her drink and cringing for a moment, walks over to the camera and puts her hand over the lens.
A grunt and a second later, and the picture turns to static.