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Barrett Galanos "Briareos" ([info]metacarpus) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
@ 2013-10-24 17:15:00

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Current mood:numb
Entry tags:briareos, kymopoleia

Who: Briareos and Kymopoleia
What: The Hekantonkheries gets a customer that is more than he bargained for...someone happens to come by.
When: Friday, October 25th
Where: Briareos' Tattoo parlor



There was no bell on the outside of his door so Briareos only knew he had a customer when they walked in. He was in the back room with an army of boxes holding the door open in case it closed in behind him. The world wasn't as claustrophobic as it had once been, but he wasn't taking any chances because there was a lock from the outside. The week had been fairly slow, his artist had left for the afternoon, so he was left alone in this shop which often became home when the lights went out. There was a bright red couch on the side of one wall, and a mural of a sperm whale and a giant squid. It was a reminder that there were still monsters in this world that would survive. He wasn't going to keep himself in a cage even if Poseidon had brought him in one.

A burly looking man came into the front door, his boots scuffing the wooden floor which was loud enough to tell Briareos he had company. "Who's there?" he called out, but when a few minutes went by with no answer he came out from the back to see the man standing like a statue. A chill went up his spine for a reason he wasn't sure, but he had no reason to be on the defensive. The man looked like he was just looking for a place to hide as he kept his eye out the door nervously. Briaroes could respect that as he often kept himself off the radar. "Need something?"

The man looked around kicking a chair with his boot and dipping his fingers into some ink that had been left behind by the artist. "I came in here a few weeks ago. I don't like what I got." Briareos didn't look particularly sympathetic. "Go somewhere else. I'm not the artist." He had done some work, but he preferred to be in the shadows. He was the owner but he wasn't about to open his doors for a complaint. He wasn't a fast food service. The man shuffled his hands into his pockets.

"Look punk. It's a shit tattoo and I want it fixed." Briareos picked up one of the boxes sitting by his desk. "I told you. Go somewhere else. The artist isn't here and we're closed." The man was irate, something Briareos could smell a mile away. The man shoved his way out of the store. A few hours passed so Briareos had no reason to have his defenses up, but the man was waiting out in the dark alley as Briareos closed up. He was thrown across the street against the dumpsters. Briareos had enough hate to feed off of that he could drag this man down the alley by his feet and snap every bone in his body. His hackles went up, and his lanky arms lashed out as if there were twenty. He hadn't yet grown anymore arms from his shoulders, but when he was threatened these days, ever since that hurricane a year ago it felt like they could grow like trees. The seeds were there, they just needed the nourishment. It had been overcast all day, so when the rain started to pelt down in fat blobs it made his skin crawl. He was sure at that moment when the man lunged at him again he felt an arm trying to make it's way out of his back.

"What the fuck you freak?!" the man staggered back looking at Briareos as if he were nothing more than a sideshow. It was a look he got often, it didn't seem very unique in this situation. But, it was the second hand that touched his arm that made him jump. Sure enough, the freak had finally had one of those extra arms appear for the first time in centuries. It startled him, he looked at it with wonderment, but just like a plant that had it's leaves plucked, it was weak---and when the man went at him with a knife stabbing at his shoulder repeatedly, it retreated almost as quickly as it had emerged. The man stabbed his shoulder again, until there was nothing but deep red blood coating Briareos' arm. When he looked down he was certain that both of them were just hallucinating because that just couldn't happen anymore. Still freaked out the man took the knife to his side when he tried to stand up, running off just as quickly when he heard someone else within the dark alley walls.



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[info]metacarpus
2013-10-26 02:08 am UTC (link)
He wondered if she'd been bit by Eros' arrows, but she didn't seem to be exuding anything unnatural like love. It was genuine concern, something else that was just as foreign to him.

She was touching him again. Close. Without cringing. He held as steady of a gaze as he could manage trying more importantly to keep down the food he'd swallowed. It made his stomach twist into knots. "They will." The thoughts of moving were just as horrible as the food. That meant he'd have to go home to his one room apartment without passing out. He still needed to stay awake, at least long enough for her to be certain he wasn't going to croak.

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[info]waveranging
2013-10-26 02:16 am UTC (link)
"Alright then," Ky said, leaning back as she considered their options. "Here's what's going to happen: I'm going to help you get home and you're going to sleep. Probably for a week or something with all that bloodloss. I'll call a taxi. You live far?"

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[info]metacarpus
2013-10-26 02:22 am UTC (link)
He nodded weakly wondering how he was going to manage to unhinge himself from that chair. He used what strength he could to try and lift, but that arm was just as sore as his side and it wobbled throwing him back down in the seat. "Just two blocks." He couldn't get much else out and he attempted to stand again. He wasn't going to drown. He wasn't going to let death be an excuse to miss out on what was unfolding between them. It worried him because this shouldn't be the way it was.

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[info]waveranging
2013-10-26 02:28 am UTC (link)
"Don't move your arm," Kymopoleia chided him, slapping his hand. Not that this would be helping the pain. She wondered if she could get him to his apartment carrying him, but the idea of even two blocks seemed way too far.

So, sighing, she stood up and went to get his phone, sitting back down on her seat and watching Briareos while it rang. As she requested the taxi, she inspected him carefully, checking if he was bleeding again. But the iron had done its job.

Hanging up she said, "cab'll be here soon. You look a mess though."

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[info]metacarpus
2013-10-26 02:35 am UTC (link)
At one time he had reminded her so much of her father. His image now was still quite similar, just smaller in stature. Taking another big swig of the Everclear he let it burn down again. There was no hiding really the messy blood-stained clothes, he wasn't in a position to think about how he looked.

He looked down to his feet, those black combat boots stained now like the rest of him. "Are you coming?" He wasn't sure why he bothered to ask. He was used to being alone, it was far easier to be himself that way. They hadn't shared a single space together in a long, long time. It was the first time he actually needed someone else to hold him up and keep him from fading away. He was stronger when he was around her.

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[info]waveranging
2013-10-26 02:46 am UTC (link)
"Yeah," Ky said as she stood up, "but I'll have to come back here and clean this place up afterwards or else your people are gonna talk." She walked back over to the open cash register and took out more money for the taxi - more than they'd need, enough for hush money on his bloody appearance if need be.

She shoved the notes into the pocket of her jeans and then went to find clean towels, soaking them under the tap in the back and then coming back out to Briareos. Sitting down she started cleaning him off as much as she could.

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[info]metacarpus
2013-10-26 02:58 am UTC (link)
She was going out of her way to help him, something no one did. No one. She surprised him yet again as she had the day she helped him from being buried alive. This, this was different, it was a new level neither of them had ever reached. Together.

Never had her family (other than her mother) shown this kind of concern, it had seemed lost on a girl like her who was as hard as the waves. He wasn't any softer, but here in some bizarre way they were sharing something akin to tenderness. She didn't mind being close to him and that was a small (very small) comfort. But why? Why for him? It was confusing to the old Ancient Titan.

He kept to his oath though, he did not touch her though some uncertain part of him wanted to. Once again she had become this beautiful thing for him. Monsters didn't get to have such beautiful things.

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[info]waveranging
2013-10-26 03:17 am UTC (link)
There was light from outside as the taxi pulled up and Ky wrapped an arm around Briareos' waist to pull him up and get him out into it. She made Briareos give her the address and then repeated it to the driver, piling him into the backseat as she climbed into the front, keeping an eye on him as they drove.

When they pulled up in front of a building she hoped was the address they'd given, Ky paid the driver more than he'd asked. She leaned into the back and pulled him out, once again becoming his support. "Which way?" she asked him as the taxi drove off.

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[info]metacarpus
2013-10-26 04:03 am UTC (link)
Both of them made the driver nervous. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel the entire ten to fifteen minutes it took him to get to the destination. He didnt know why the skinny guy was covered in blood but he wasn't going to protest, because something in homegirl's eyes said she would rip him to shreads if he asked.

The apartment was only a few flights up, luckily too late in the night for there to be anyone really out to see. He pointed in the right directions, talking a lot and moving all at once took a lot of energy. He handed her the keys as they came to the door. He wasn't going go through that again when everything inside him was ready to shutdown and reboot.

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[info]waveranging
2013-10-26 04:08 am UTC (link)
She held him up with a groan, leading him up the stairs and wondering now why the hell she was even doing this. Perhaps it was because he was a link to Greece, to when she'd been powerful and strong.

Inside his apartment she found his bed, dropping him into it and then sitting down heavily beside him, taking a minute to catch her breath.

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