<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>oops doble post. </td></tr></table>
<span style='color:red'>Interesting name. Mine's Adun.</span> He said, now wondering what the heck he was doing. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Adun is now arguing with himself in his mind</td></tr></table> I should leave, now. But she wont hurt you Thats what they want me to think, before stabbing me in the back Oh snap out of it, stop wallowing in self pity. This isn't the pendragon who swore to avenge his parents death to the rapine. This isn't the pendragon who befriended a vampire, or the pendragon who said he would be strong. Look at yourself, you broke down because you killed five people. You've done much worse, and these people would hurt others if you hadn't. You did the right thing, so stay. The longer I stay, the more chance I get attached to her, and the harder it will be to leave and stay away from others. Then you have to learn to control it you wimp I can't You can Adun was fighting in his mind, on the decision to stay or go. He moved against the wall, taking time to think this through.
Leuka had great difficulty suppressing a smile – ‘interesting’ was another way of saying… ‘weird’. She didn’t think her name was that bad; some had even called it pretty. Far from her own inner monologue, however, Adun seemed to be having his own problems. She frowned slightly, wondering what was stopping his eminent leaving. <font color = #2E8AF1>"What’s up?"</font>
<span style='color:red'>Wondering whether I should stay and try to make friends with you, or leave right now</span> He said, looking at her, noticing the backpack. <span style='color:red'>Whats in the backpack?</span> He asked, deciding to stay for a little while.
She had to stop staring. It was becoming a nasty habit. Stay and… make friends. An interesting notion. Ignoring the question about the backpack, she bit her lip and gestured around her. <font color = #2E8AF1>"Well, we’re… standing in an alleyway with five dead bodies, covered in blood, one of us a murderer. If you want to talk we can go somewhere else."</font> Yes; “talk"; not “make friends". After all, the do-gooder’s intention was now to stop him from causing any more damage. Try and convince him to hand himself in.
<span style='color:red'>You really think I did this because I wanted to don't you?</span> He said, getting slightly irritated at the fact that she didn't underrstand. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but quickly closed it and started sniffing the air. <span style='color:red'>Great, more of the gang, just what I need.</span> He said, shaking his head. <span style='color:red'>Get out of here, now</span> He said to her, pushing her ot of the alley and motioning for her to go.
What? Had what she said somehow been offending? Her words had consisted of a request to move out of the blood and somewhere where they could talk if he wanted to. For some reason, however, the murderer took her words to mean “I hate you! You’re dangerous because you want to be! I want to kill you!". Great. Psycho. As he pushed her out of the way, Leuka stumbled and looked up at him, shocked. <font color = #2E8AF1>"Don’t fucking touch me!"</font> She yelled, rubbing her shoulder. She knew it. She knew he was going to get violent.
<span style='color:red'>Just get out of here, if they see you, there gonna want to kill you.</span> He said, trying to remain calm. he unseathed his sword, the moonlight reflecting off it and showing its blue color. <span style='color:red'>would you just run I'm probably gonna be killed by these people anyways, so thats my penance for the ones who I did kill.</span> He said, suddenly stopping. <span style='color:red'>No i will not fight, I will let them come, I shall kill no more.</span> He whispered, slowly seathing his sword and sitting down, preparing himself for the beating that was to come.
She felt her hand tremble, and looked round wildly for the supposed people who were going to kill them. <font color = #2E8AF1>"WÂ… what do you mean? If thereÂ’s people here you should run. Get outta here! I canÂ’t defend myself, and if they donÂ’t get me, you will. Run. JustÂ… run."</font>
<span style='color:red'>Take your own advice, you said it yourself, I deserve to die.</span> He said, smiling at her. <span style='color:red'>You have plenty to live for. You haven't seen the world, not as much as I have. I have nothing left. My parents are dead, never to be seen or heard again. My friends are all leading good lives, and have never killed, and I will accept the punishment for killing those five. If that punishment is death, then I accept it, NOW RUN.</span>
But she didn't. She froze. <font color = #2E8AF1>"How do you know what I've seen and what I haven't? We're pretty much the same age... why are you acting like you're better than me? You're a murderer. It's only in that sense that you've seen more!"</font>
<span style='color:red'>Because you act as if everything is in black and white. It's not. That is the mark of a pendragon who hasn't been around this world. I've seen every contenent on this world, been to all the major cities, hell, I've been beaten within an inch of my life, repeatedly. If you had come along five minutes earlier, and saw what they were doing to me, then I wouldn't be the bad guy, they would. It was kill or be killed, and I chose the first option. This time I'm chosing the second. I deserve to die, and you shouldn't be here, because if you are you will die to.</span> He said, turning his head away, shaking it and laying his sword behind him, bowing his head and waiting.
<font color = #2E8AF1>"How do you know how I see! You don’t know anything about me, so stop fucking acting like you do! You idiot!"</font> Her voice was of a rather higher pitch than usual. The arrogant crybaby was standing before her, desperate to spill more blood – desperate to kill again. He was covered in blood, yes, but not his own – he seemed very shaken and slightly harmed, but was well enough to leap back to his feet and begin another one. Another murdering spree. Leuka, for these reasons alone, felt sure that she could see him in whatever way she wanted.
<span style='color:red'>WOULD YOU JUST LEAVE SO I CAN DIE IN PEACE. YOU ARE RIGHT, I AM BEING AN IDIOT, SO LEAVE. I DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE, I HAVE NOTHING TO LIVE FOR, SO LEAVE, LIVE YOUR LIFE, AND LET ME DIE.</span> He yelled, slamming his fist into the ground, making some of the pavement come up into the air.
LeukaÂ’s eyes widened; she knew she had provoked himÂ… that he was ready to lash out at her. She flinched waiting for the blow, but opened her eyes to face him tantruming again. She hesitated, ears still ringing with his voice. <font color = #2E8AF1>"Fine."</font> She said coolly and, with dignity, swept herself from the alleyway.
Adun said nothing, seeing the first of the gang just in time to feel a kick to his head, knocking him over. Blows rained down on him, not breaking his concentration. Something stabbed into him, just missing his heart. Adun fell over, his body exhausted, ready to die. The thugs kept kicking him, wondering why he didn't fight back.
Leuka closed her eyes as she walked, blinking back tears as she tried to block the screams. She was shaking uncontrollably – this was all too much for her. Too much. After a short while, her eyes snapped open, the usual defiance blazing in them, and she dashed for the nearest policehouse, following her nose and somehow managing to find it. <font color = #2E8AF1>"There’s a fight in the alleyway back there!"</font> She gasped as she groped for the desk separating her and the very surprised police ‘dragon. The policewoman stared for a moment as Leuka snapped out the details. Soon after, as the offending alleyway flooded with gangmembers, formidable-looking members of the Aurius police did likewise, brandishing weapons – Leuka hurried along in their wake.
Adun proped himself up against a wall, letting the others fight it out, Once again, fate had spared him. He walked out and saw leuka. <span style='color:red'>I thought you said I didn't deserve to live?</span> He said, smirking and ignoring his injuries.
<font color = #2E8AF1>"Yeah? Well I thought I said that if I let you die I’d be as bad as you,"</font> She hissed, against the wall beside Adun, chest heaving with the exhaustion of the run. She had turned away from the battle where the noble law enforcement were fighting honorably – hitting to knock out, rather than kill, like Adun had been stupidly doing. So Leuka had no place to look but him, and that was not a happy look in her eyes
"I know, I'm being an arrogant bastard again, sorry." He said, knowing that she was probably pissed at him. "You are a good person, and I feel sorry for the next person who pisses you off, I know I already have. Just yell at me, let it out. "
