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Idris Khalid|| Σήθ (Set/Seth/Sutekh) (counterbalance) wrote in paxletalelogs,

Idris began to run when he saw the man reach for his neighbor. This was not a good situation, and it definitely wasn't something Idris had foreseen happening today when he'd initially rolled out of bed at precisely five o'clock in the morning. He didn't want anything to happen to the woman, even if she'd come across as being quite annoyed by his very presence.

His eyes widened in surprise, steps slowing and finally coming to a complete halt maybe ten feet away from the struggle--for there was no other word to describe it (although 'struggle' seemed only applicable to the scruffy assailant). From this closer angle, it looked like the man hadn't bathed in weeks, and there was no telling what might be crawling upon his dirty scalp. And now, to make things worse, his large form had been put into a headlock by a woman only half (or less) his size. Idris had watched his neighbor protect herself from the man as he'd been running over to help somehow--she'd moved deftly, her actions calculated and precise, as if she'd been training for a moment like this.

He didn't know her name yet, and chances didn't seem high she'd ever tell him, but he automatically equated her to the likes of Alien's Ripley, Terminator's Sarah Connor, and The Matrix's Trinity. Idris' love of action flicks had given him a healthy appreciation for women that knew how to handle themselves in dangerous situations. Though he was visibly impressed, Idris urged himself forward, albeit there wasn't much left to do. Closing the distance between himself, his neighbor, and the gurgling, mountainous man, he reached over for the phone that was held precariously close to the captive's face.

It was a face that jarred a memory of Idris' involving a Hellboy viewing with an ex-girlfriend. He'd absolutely loved the movie even if she hadn't. The main character, some sort of red demon, had become a vigilante of sorts against others like him. But more importantly, he'd been played by a man with a very unique visage--one that oddly came to mind as Idris took his neighbor's phone and got a better look at her ambusher.

"I'll call the cops," Idris stated, quickly dialing. The phone rang but was answered fairly quickly, and he described the situation as best as possible, keeping a close eye on the stranger in case he tried anything. He was asked by the operator to stay on the line and so he did, throwing in a sidelong remark about how he was certain a Ron Perlman doppelganger was about to be taken into custody. That was who the man reminded him of--the resemblance was absolutely uncanny.