baby's on fire [closed, paradox]
Mar 1, 2015 19:42:32 GMT -5
Post by BLUBBLES THE MONSTER on Mar 1, 2015 19:42:32 GMT -5
I had been here for a while now. Not a long while, but long enough that I was slowly pulling through and being more functionable. I was coming close to having to leave Kekoa's jail area and go out on my own. I was not looking forward to such an endeavor as I was by myself now. There was no more Grimshaw by my side, I didn't have my children, in fact I had nobody. I had always managed on my own. This was different though because I was coming up on a short coming. I was growing blinder as the time went one, I didn't have the same amount of muscle to back myself up with and I was getting old. Nothing was laid out nicely not even the slightest, but I had to deal with what was offered. Kekoa would never keep me due to our past. Legion had officially fucked me over, but also Atticus was so wrapped up in his fat fuckin' head that he couldn't see somebody dying in front of him. He was a selfish man now. I remembered when Kekoa was about helping others. Didn't really seem like it now.
I scowled at the feet. The black blurs before me didn't bring anything useful. How are you supposed to trust anyone... I thought to myself as I stood up and circled around the cell I was in. I wasn't like the prisoners. I wasn't locked in, if I really wanted to leave I could just leave. I didn't. I stayed with the dogs I didn't trust, but in the back of my head I knew possibly I could make some use of them. One in particular though I was still mad at him. I was dying and I wanted to die, I didn't have anything left to live for. He thought I needed to live though so I was just going to have to get used to it. I had survived worse situations so why not make this work?
I let a cold smirk cross my face, it was brief as I glanced down the hallway looking to see if anyone was around. I didn't see anybody. Well, I didn't see any blurs that looked like body shapes. I scowled at it and let out a long huff of air as I stood there contemplating what to do. I felt like I needed to find Keller, see what I could get out of him. There had to be something but I wasn't in the mood to leave the cell. My body was still straining to keep itself going. I could feel my muscles clenching everytime I put weight on them. It wasn't comfortable, but I pushed through the pain and discomfort. I wasn't going to let it slow me down now. Granted, I was just standing here watching the hallway.