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Post by Isidor Faust on Dec 19, 2014 7:13:02 GMT
The blonde’s lips parted, his eyes focusing on his breath as it misted on the air. It wasn’t very often that it got cold enough for that to happen around here, and he found a smile on his features for it. He wished it would snow. That was probably one of the things he missed most about Germany. He had always loved the snow and the cold, but it barely got cold enough for him to feel it around here. He actually had the sleeves to his sweater pulled down tonight though. It was beginning to get dark, and that made Isidor nervous. He didn’t like the dark, even if the lights next to the sidewalk would keep it from getting truly dark. He would either need to find somewhere to stay or go home soon, he decided.
He might not have noticed the other boy if Gisela hadn’t nudged his hand. He was very focused on getting in out of the dark, after all. However, at that nudge he stopped and looked around. His eyes fell instantly on the red hair that he recognized so easily. He’d befriended the boy within his first couple of weeks at school, and really they were very different, but Rurik was an ideal friend. He didn’t really question things, which is why Isidor had made him his right hand. He knew he could trust the redhead.
Despite the slight nervousness he felt at the growing darkness, he stopped and turned to walk over to the other teen. “Hey, Ruru~” He greeted with a small grin. However, as he got closer and got a better look at the other boy, the grin sort of slipped off his face. “What …. happened?” He whispered as a bit of anger gripped his stomach. He was going to have to put a stop to this, somehow.
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Post by Rurik Maksim on Dec 19, 2014 8:13:12 GMT
Who would have thought he’d run into his classmates on winter break? Rurik had never expected them to be the type to go to a park of all places. They all seemed more of the type to spend hours playing violent video games. Still, he had ran into them, quite literally. Ever since the toy box had been formed, his classmates had gotten more violent. Rurik had trouble not passing out after run ins with them most days. Today was no exception either. When they first noticed the red haired boy, the games had begun. They approached him, encircling him while speaking nicely. Then, their voices turned harsh and they began to push him between him.
Half an hour later, Rurik was lying down on a cold wooden bench, his jacket’s buttons having been torn off from the rough shoving. Everything about his clothes was wrinkled and messy. His black pants had bits of brown dirt and grass stains visible on the jean like fabric. Rurik’s black turtle neck was stretched and wrinkled. His dark gray jacket refused to close due to the lack of buttons, exposing his ruined sweater. His checkered scarf was under the bench, having been thrown in the mud. His face had the beginnings of a bruise on his upper right cheek. His lip had split from a hit, and over all, the boy looked ragged and terrible. Luckily, they had ignored his backpack. So, the small furry Honey Badger that laid asleep under his head had been safe from the assault.
He had closed his eyes, a shiver running through his body from both the slow pulsing pain in his gut and the cold. How was he going to explain this away to his family? He’d have to jump into a mud pit or something… Was he going to have to do that? Maybe if he went home through the back entrance, he could change and hide his clothes. He’d wash them later when he was home alone. Rurik’s thoughts were shattered as he heard a familiar voice. Leaning up, he glanced to the blond, smiling weakly. ”Ah, hello Izzy,” he spoke gently.
When the blonde’s smile dropped, he rubbed the back of his head anxiously. ”Ah, nothing much… Wrong place wrong time, as usual. I guess they were having a bad day, I shouldn’t have bumped into them while passing,” he explained while leaning back against the bench, sitting straight up now. ”Today they didn’t try to steal anything from me, so that’s a plus,” he said, nodding as he looked towards Gisela. ”What brings you to the park this late?” he asked, trying to change the subject.
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Post by Isidor Faust on Dec 19, 2014 11:56:36 GMT
The blonde settled himself down on the bench beside his friend, a worried frown expressing itself onto his features. His eyes didn’t linger on any particular part of the male’s face as his greeting was returned, instead getting a closer look at the redhead as a whole. His ruffled clothes were enough for Isidor to figure out he’d been shoved around and thrown down. His gaze refocused on the face afterward, listening absently as Rurik tried to dismiss what had happened. His eyes flickered back to that split lip – that wouldn’t be healing quickly or painlessly. His fingers flexed as he opened and closed one of his hands. He did his best to prevent this when they were at school by simply walking Rurik to his classes and stuff. He was bigger than the other boy, and he had made it known that he wasn’t going to stand for that happening while he was around. No one seemed quick to argue with Gisela snarling behind him, either. The tiger could sense his unrest currently, her tail was lashing, striking his leg every time it came around.
“I would have gotten anything they had taken back.” He assured the other boy, and he would have. He had been mulling over ways to hurt these particular people without getting into trouble or drawing much attention to himself. Perhaps he could simply hurt them badly enough that they would be too scared to talk – or maybe he’d break their jaws so badly they would never speak again. All he knew was that this had to stop. He pulled his sweater up over the heel of his hand, moving to gently wipe away some of the dirt on the redhead’s face. “Your lip does not look very good.” He stated worriedly, his brow furrowing. “Do you have anything for it at home?” He went on to ask. “Be sure to clean and bandage them if you have any cuts, and ice will help the bruises.” Perhaps the other already knew these things, but he said them anyway. He would prefer to see to any ailments himself, but he knew that might not be possible.
He shook his head slightly at the question, finally choosing to acknowledge it. “I was out for a walk, I did not want to be at home today.” His answer was more honest than the answer he would have given anyone else, but he was closer to Rurik than most. “You should have called me after it happened.” He said with a soft frown. He wasn’t sure how long ago it had happened, but in the daylight he could have seen to the injuries better – and he might have been able to catch the bullies before they left as well.
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Post by Rurik Maksim on Dec 21, 2014 3:34:04 GMT
Rurik shifted as Isidor moved to sit down next to him. The red haired boy winced as he shuffled to the side, making room for the blond. Rubbing the back of his head, the boy glanced to the floor. Well, this was embarrassing. Now Isidor would worry. Why did he always have to cause everyone around him trouble? Rurik didn’t like inconveniencing people, especially those he considered friends or family. The small red head let out a soft sigh as the other looked at him. ”It’s not as bad as it looks…” he assured the other. The bullied boy was trying to comfort the one who had found him beaten up. Glancing towards Gisela, he waved gently towards the tiger. ”Good evening Grisela,” hummed softly, holding a hand out to see if the tiger would allow him to pet her.
As the blond German spoke, Rurik smiled weakly. Of course he could take back what was taken, but that would mean they’d have to stoop to their level. Not only would mean it was a fight between sides, but it’d also mean they’d end up inconveniencing a lot more people than Rurik was comfortable with. He didn’t enjoy attention nor causing trouble for others. ”Ah, I never carry anything worth the trouble of getting back Izzy, so don’t worry,” he said, laughing weakly as he leaned back in the bench. He picked up the unnamed honey badger and sat it on his lap like a pillow. The good thing about the constantly sleeping animal was how warm he was.
”Ah, it’ll heal though, which is what matters,” he spoke, nodding firmly. Rurik glanced to the side, shrugging. ”I’m not sure I have anything for it at home for it, but if I don’t, I’ll just ice it or something.” Rurik was speaking very nonchalantly, as if a group of larger boys hadn’t just surrounded him and beaten him. He was always like this. The red haired boy seemed content with just about anything. Someone could shoot him in the leg, and he wouldn’t be mad or angry. He’d be embarrassed that the ambulance had to go through the trouble of coming to get him. What if someone else had a bigger emergency? Rurik didn’t exactly deserve taking the service away from someone else. That’s what he’d worry about.
Rurik nodded along as Isidor spoke. ”I see, well, just don’t stay out too late Izzy, the streets can be dangerous,” he warned out of concern. When the other mentioned something about calling him, Rurik smiled weakly. ”Ah don’t worry about! Really. It’s not as if you can undo the split lip, so I didn’t see any point in bothering you.” Rurik continued to smile, patting the honey badger on the head as he spoke. He didn’t want Isidor to get involved in this kind of stuff. Violence only begat more violence.
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Post by Isidor Faust on Dec 24, 2014 7:32:02 GMT
He allowed himself to look uncertain at Rurik’s words. Isidor never made expressions he didn’t mean, and he wanted the redhead to know that he wasn’t about to fall for something like that. Whether it was as bad as it looked wasn’t really the issue, the issue was that it happened. It caused him to feel much angrier than he was expressing, even if Gisela’s tail was doing a good job of that for him. “Perhaps you are right.” He murmured softly. “But the fact that you were hurt at all is unacceptable.” He told the other, watching as that hand was extended toward his tiger. Her lip curled a bit, she didn’t really like to be touched, but at a look from him she pressed her nose against the other boy’s fingers as a way of telling him it was okay to touch her. As far as he knew Rurik could not speak German, and therefore he wouldn’t understand her even if she tried to speak with him.
Sometimes Rurik’s passive nature killed him. Obviously he could use it to his advantage, but at the same time he would have liked to have seen some fire in the boy. He wondered if Rurik’s parents were the ones who had taught him to be so passive, taught him to ignore the bullies and they would get bored and go away. Perhaps that method worked sometimes, but Isidor had found a much more reliable method – beat them harder than they were beating you. The smaller boy couldn’t do it, but he felt like he could as long as they all didn’t gang up on him at once… which was the problem. They would. They were cowards, they proved that by the way that they attacked in a pack. Well, he had his own pack – he just wasn’t sure quite yet if he wanted them all to have to get hurt. He also knew that Rurik wouldn’t be too pleased by it. “Oh, mausi.” He mumbled, using the nickname he had assigned the redhead. It meant ‘little mouse’ because that’s what the other teen reminded him of.
“The value of what they take, or how much they hurt you does not matter. It is the very fact that they hurt you or stole from you. It is a slight to your pride and worth as a person, and I cannot stand for it. You are my friend, and I want to take care of you.” His voice was soft and warm. He wanted Rurik to understand so that when he did take care of the bullies the other wouldn’t be quite as upset. He reached forward and gently rearranged the redhead’s clothes into a more presentable fashion. “I will be walking you home when you are ready.” He told the other boy in a tone that left no room for argument.
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