02-10-2020, 12:20 AM
sylvester
✯ rubik's cube
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Immediately upon them getting onto the third or fourth floor, Vessie's chest swelled in an uncertain feeling of excitement. He had really been looking towards the day they'd be able to just sit and talk. To get to know each other more than their names and maybe get a chance to start a friendship of a sort. But that was unlikely, as they wouldn't really see each other that often, or even if they did, Vessie would be warned of the potential trouble he could bring to the stranger's family.
They weren't necessarily liked or favored by anyone around this town, if their faces were known, the people would try to steer clear from the gang's hounds. Fortunately for Vessie, he wore a mask to cover his face, and a jacket he never wore out in his private time. So, he was safe for the most part, only his behaviors and accent making it a bit too close of people squinting as they stared at him, raking their brains for the familiarity of him and the unknown persona they feared.
Before he got anymore lost in his thoughts, the taller man shook his body with a chatter of his teeth, a giggle being stifled in the action. Turning to walk to a favored spot of his since he got to explore the building before it was turned into a designated drug or party house, he flinched when Marcus suggested greeting an unidentified couple, but with a sulking turn, he glanced to see who it was.
Chest tightening and stomach dropping, Vessie felt his lip curl just the slightest as his squinting gaze began to register who it was. He wasn't familiar to who it was, what his name was or really what his business or relations were to be at the party but had been in a scuffle with the stranger. Not to choose who the winner was, but it was unclear as either man would claim they had won the fight to save their ego and reputation. Quite frankly, Vessie couldn't even recall why the fight had even started, but just remembered getting a few good bruises and a harsh scolding from both his families for engaging without clearing.
His sulking position quickly turned into him straightening his back and rolling his shoulders back as he shot Marcus a worried yet confused look. Perhaps this kid knew more of gangs than Vessie had assumed. His eyes blurred as he unfocused on what was around him as his heart began to pick up pace as he grew nervous. "Is he a spy? Does he really know this other hound? What if this is a trap and they want to exchange a secret phrase that lets them know my guard is down and they attack me? Martin and Roberto are here, I have to warn them and get them out."
As his mind began to run with paranoid thoughts, his muscles tensed as he idly followed Marcus to the couple, his hands shaking as their grip around the snacks he had grabbed tightened. A temporary snarl was displayed as he stopped following Marcus as he began exchanging words with the unknown man, his laughter stopping abruptly when they approached.
Why he didn't turn and run to share his concerns with the closer people he considered friends, he didn't know. His legs were glued to the ground as his head screamed for his body to turn and flee. His eyes were now trained on all three characters as his expression relaxed with a slow blink and sniff. He couldn't allow them to see him being afraid, less around someone that believed that he could beat him in a fight, and another that he had shown some interest into getting to know. Vessie did as he had been mentally trained to do. Fight against his instincts and stay put. His body forced to relax itself and briefly lifted his chin as a sort of greeting. His quickened breathing slowed and he sighed heavily as a sign of boredom. The possibility of this just being his mind overreacting was very much on the table, Marcus really being innocent and oblivious to the danger he could be putting himself in by hanging with these two types.
They weren't necessarily liked or favored by anyone around this town, if their faces were known, the people would try to steer clear from the gang's hounds. Fortunately for Vessie, he wore a mask to cover his face, and a jacket he never wore out in his private time. So, he was safe for the most part, only his behaviors and accent making it a bit too close of people squinting as they stared at him, raking their brains for the familiarity of him and the unknown persona they feared.
Before he got anymore lost in his thoughts, the taller man shook his body with a chatter of his teeth, a giggle being stifled in the action. Turning to walk to a favored spot of his since he got to explore the building before it was turned into a designated drug or party house, he flinched when Marcus suggested greeting an unidentified couple, but with a sulking turn, he glanced to see who it was.
Chest tightening and stomach dropping, Vessie felt his lip curl just the slightest as his squinting gaze began to register who it was. He wasn't familiar to who it was, what his name was or really what his business or relations were to be at the party but had been in a scuffle with the stranger. Not to choose who the winner was, but it was unclear as either man would claim they had won the fight to save their ego and reputation. Quite frankly, Vessie couldn't even recall why the fight had even started, but just remembered getting a few good bruises and a harsh scolding from both his families for engaging without clearing.
His sulking position quickly turned into him straightening his back and rolling his shoulders back as he shot Marcus a worried yet confused look. Perhaps this kid knew more of gangs than Vessie had assumed. His eyes blurred as he unfocused on what was around him as his heart began to pick up pace as he grew nervous. "Is he a spy? Does he really know this other hound? What if this is a trap and they want to exchange a secret phrase that lets them know my guard is down and they attack me? Martin and Roberto are here, I have to warn them and get them out."
As his mind began to run with paranoid thoughts, his muscles tensed as he idly followed Marcus to the couple, his hands shaking as their grip around the snacks he had grabbed tightened. A temporary snarl was displayed as he stopped following Marcus as he began exchanging words with the unknown man, his laughter stopping abruptly when they approached.
Why he didn't turn and run to share his concerns with the closer people he considered friends, he didn't know. His legs were glued to the ground as his head screamed for his body to turn and flee. His eyes were now trained on all three characters as his expression relaxed with a slow blink and sniff. He couldn't allow them to see him being afraid, less around someone that believed that he could beat him in a fight, and another that he had shown some interest into getting to know. Vessie did as he had been mentally trained to do. Fight against his instincts and stay put. His body forced to relax itself and briefly lifted his chin as a sort of greeting. His quickened breathing slowed and he sighed heavily as a sign of boredom. The possibility of this just being his mind overreacting was very much on the table, Marcus really being innocent and oblivious to the danger he could be putting himself in by hanging with these two types.
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