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Post by Cutebabys on Jun 1, 2009 8:00:13 GMT -5
I changed it already. Can you post? I think I can't do anything except:
Dalin noticed a movement. He wasn't sure whether it was friend or for. His eyes flicked to where the movement had been and then back onto Noel. He hoped they didn't notice it.
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Post by ivory on Jun 1, 2009 15:12:52 GMT -5
Neither Galen nor Jock noticed their captive's eye movement for Galen had his back to him and Jock was behind Dalin and thus couldn't see his face. But they'd both heard the sound and before a second past, Galen unsheathed his knife. He didn't want to attack and call unwanted attention to their hiding place in case the person wasn't alone, so he looked back over his shoulder and signaled Jock to take their captive out the other way.
Jock nodded once in understanding before hauling Dalin to his feet and dragging him toward the back of the cave. He tightened his hold over both the apprentice's mouth and throat, trying to tell him that any sound would result in his death. Before he shoved him into the tunnel, Galen caught his eye with a shake of the head, warning him that Dalin might not have understood. Frowning, Jock searched his thoughts before remembering a past gesture of Galen's. He wrapped one leg around Dalin's in case he tried to run and released the hand on the lad's throat. He lifted his index finger and held it out before touching it against the hand that covered their captive's mouth.
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Post by Cutebabys on Jun 3, 2009 2:00:56 GMT -5
As he wanted to be Gregory's friend, he pointed to where in the bushes where he saw something. He whispered,"Someone's there." He didn't think they would know where they were but they clearly knew, by the look on their faces, that they heard something.[OOC: Not controlling, right?]
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Post by ivory on Jun 3, 2009 20:01:11 GMT -5
[Srry, I was just waiting for firehead. i know, I'm as impatient as you are. Oh, and no pressure firehead. *grin*
And just wondering, how did he manage to speak if Jock's hand is over his mouth? Not to mention, Jock threatened to kill him if he did speak. *grin*]
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Post by Cutebabys on Jun 3, 2009 20:24:15 GMT -5
[It was a WHISPER. DUH.]
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Post by ivory on Jun 3, 2009 20:30:12 GMT -5
[lol. Okay, I'll post then. *grin*]
Jock's grip around Dalin's neck tightened in a quick warning, before he shoved him into the darkened tunnel. He didn't understand the boy's words, and Galen was too far away to hear.
His eyes were cold and his body tense, ready to fight should it come to that, though he hoped it didn't. He was too close to getting back home. He watched them disappear into the shadows of the tunnel and counted to thirty before beginning to follow.
[Firehead, I said beginning just in case your character decides to enter or something. This way, cutebabys and I can carry on with Jock and Dalin while we wait for you - though not too far cutebabys or we'll leave Galen and her character behind. lol. :-)]
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Post by Cutebabys on Jun 3, 2009 21:57:04 GMT -5
[All right, then.]
Dalin started choking. At first, it had only been a difficulty in breathing. However, the need for air soon grew. He gasped, trying to get every breath possible. The only thing his mind could think of was:Need air desperately... His face became red, then purple. He tried to signal to Noel. He didn't think it would work, but yet again, he always seemed to not think it would.
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Post by ivory on Jun 4, 2009 7:13:01 GMT -5
Jock wondered briefly if he was like some of the animals he'd seen in the mountains and surrounding terrain, changing color to fit the seasons. He puzzled over it for a second, knowing that the leaves outside were still green. Changing of their colors wouldn't be for a long time.
Not wanting to shrug it off as another unknown, he released his capture's neck and ran that hand over his cheek. Then looked over both of their bodies, checking for something purple before settling on the boy's face. He waved toward it, his eyebrows bunched together as Galen had taught him when asking a question to someone outside the family.
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Post by Cutebabys on Jun 4, 2009 8:54:20 GMT -5
[So he 'asked' me a question right? I can answer?]
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Post by ivory on Jun 4, 2009 8:56:50 GMT -5
Yeah, but you might not understand since he didn't ask with words. *shrug* It's up to you.
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Post by Cutebabys on Jun 4, 2009 9:42:22 GMT -5
[Okay then.]
Noel's eyes were bunched together and he was standing right in front of him. At least he had released his grip on Dalin. He started to breathe normally. "I almost died!" He said accusingly, forgetting to whisper. Then he realized what Noel was doing. He was asking a question! But as for what question, he did not know. He turned around and faced Greg(Can I call him Greg?), face still a bit purple, and followed the action, bunching his eyebrows.
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Post by ivory on Jun 4, 2009 10:09:50 GMT -5
[yeah, sure, but he might not answer to it the first few times thinking that it's a new word or something]
Jock ignored the words the boy said, it wasn't like he understood them anyways, but the mimicking reaction had him cocking his head to the side, asking about whatever the boy was asking. His face, he believed was the same color it had been moments ago, so why was the boy mimicking his action? Maybe his eyes were bad or something.
He winced at that, knowing that Galen wanted him in fit position...unless of course the boy attacked, then less than fit position, way less, was acceptable.
Jock reached moved his hand to their captive's eyes and a second later pointed to the lad's dislocated shoulder.
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Post by Cutebabys on Jun 4, 2009 10:36:28 GMT -5
[Huh?] *confused*
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Post by ivory on Jun 4, 2009 11:03:04 GMT -5
Jock's wondering if Dalin's eyes are hurt. He doesn't understand why he's mimicked his action since Jock's face didn't turn color.
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Post by Firehead on Jun 4, 2009 13:02:04 GMT -5
'Dobro sneaked steadily closer to the clump of brush from which the yell had come. He took a circuitous route, being careful to keep the spot on his right so as not to lose it. Then he froze in place, watching and listening. There was the ever-so-faint sounds of people moving about, the sound of something large being dragged aside keeping most of his interest. His interest was brought to a peak, seconds later when Dalin's voice, angry and raspy as if he'd been choking, came to him through the air. "I almost died!" Accusing, too.
But still, he didn't move. His apprentice was still alive, which was what counted. He had half a mind to leave the little gnat in whatever trouble he'd gotten into this time, but decided against it. After all, he'd tracked him this far, wasted precious time and energy on him, and......he sighed mentally and resigned himself to rescuing his apprentice....Crowley would have a fit.
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