Rowan "Rabbit" Peters (run_run_run) wrote in faerienetwork, @ 2013-01-02 20:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, ethan janson, rowan peters |
Who: Ethan & Rowan
When: Sunday evening
Where: Walking home
What: Rowan gets mugged and helped by the last person he'd expect
Rating: PG-13, warnings for mugging, violence, language
Rowan had been quiet and subdued for a while after his run-in with the stranger in the park, something that he wasn't quite able to think of as an attack because then he'd have to admit that he'd been attacked. Incy had done his job though and wormed the wounded pooka back out of his rarely-used shell, bringing him out into the giddy ridiculous boy he'd been before.
The incident was all but forgotten in Rowan's mind and he'd been walking to and from work through the park quite happily despite what had happened. He was even remembering to do as Innocencio had advised him and was buying groceries as well as things to make his flat into a home. The bed in his bedroom was nothing more but a mattress in the corner but he'd piled it up with so many beanbags, duvets and unzipped sleeping bags that the thing was like a cosy fortress. The rest of his little flat followed suit, either bare of things or in complete chaos; it was a wonder he hadn't burned anything down yet.
He'd had to deviate from his usual path this time around because he'd walked to the shops after work and now he was walking home with a bag hanging from his elbow carrying dinner (a frozen pizza and a little bag of salad leaves), his new winter boots - his first big purchase - warm on his feet and the headphones he'd borrowed from a co-worker plugging him into music. He didn't want to spend money on his own, and then mp3 player he had was an ancient model, but it worked and that was all he cared about. He sang like a happy chirping bird as he nearly skipped back home, but once again his musical distraction would be his downfall.
The streetlights lit the paths well enough but he hadn't noticed that there was a conspicuous lack of people until one of them reached out and yanked him into a side alley, a thing overhung by trees and lit by one light that had long since been broken. He squeaked as he was flung back into the wall, his coat doing little to cushion his bony shoulderblades from the brickwork behind him, his bags falling to the floor. "Uhm?" he was still the naive and well-thinking pooka he'd always been but his previous experience with Ethan had tainted that and he was unsure now, afraid.
"Shut up." Some voice growled at him and then his mouth exploded into pain as he was backhanded, the soft inside part of his lip and cheek cutting against his teeth so that his mouth filled with blood, a little gasp of shock all the noise he dared make. A hand - the other armed with some kind of blade that made Rowan's blood run cold - rummaged crudely through his trouser pockets, the pockets of his hoodie and up underneath, through his tshirt, ruffling against his skin and making him whimper as blood ran from the side of his mouth. He was shaken with one hand and told to 'stay still' and then the guy's feet were kicking around at the bags on the floor. "Is this all you fucking got?" he was asked, the handful of change that he had after doing the shopping all he had on him. He nodded and he was punched in the face for his efforts. "Right, shoes, off."
He didn't understand what he was being asked at first and the delay earned him another backhand. "Take your fucking shoes off now!"
He toed them off quickly, left in socks only as he kicked them over to the man who bent to retrieve them, covering any opening by holding what Rowan could now see what was a kitchen knife up. "Gimme that." he was ordered, but he shook his head, his hand closing over the mp3 player that didn't belong to him.
There was anger in the man's eyes and Rowan shut his as he didn't want to see the moment when the knife would plunge down into him. Maybe he should have changed form but his gentle nature was unused to such violence (at least, it had been until the Nightmare had hit his family) and he was too in shock to think straight, could only wait for fate to fall.