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Post by Kyle Black-Sky on Mar 3, 2012 14:58:38 GMT -5
** This is a private rp between Kyle and Scooter.** The man swiftly and quickly kicked Kyle in the side, making him go flying into the outer wall of Avaleur. "Run, run and cling to life..You're weak-" The man collapsed to his knees, gasping for air.
Kyle held his broken ribs in pain, he was covered in bruises and major injuries. "Good bye, former cousin." he smiled sadly, watching as the man died. The man used to be his cousin, and the man never realized that Kyle used a deadly poison on him last time they clashed.
" I win.." Kyle whispered as he gasped for air, coughing up blood.
Scooter had been walking to the travelers path to see if he could get more donations for his fund to help Avaleur. He immediately heard the sound of fighting and clung to the wall to hide. He poked his head over, spotting Kyle just in time to see him hacking up blood. Scooter gasped.
"Kyle!" he yelled out, he hadn't seen the man in quite a while and didn't expect their reunion to be anything quite like this. He rushed to the mans side. "What happened?!" He asked, although he had witnessed the fight and was very aware of what had happened. "Are you okay?! Should you be taken to the infirmary? I'll take you, okay?"
"But you just coughed up blood!"Scooter yelled back, following Kyle. "You look really pale too! I'm worried. Please, please. You need medical attention!" he said, frowning.
Scooter stood in front of the man to stop him from walking. "Please, please, please, please, please!" he begged as his eyes began to water. "At least let me take care of you!"
Scooter smiled, glad to have won. "because I like you, that's why." he said, honestly. "Lets go to my house, okay? It's close by and that's where all my medical supplies are." he held onto Kyles hand gently as he began walking.
After walking for ten minutes, the two arrived to the farm house. Scooter still held Kyles hand. He opened the door and lead the man inside. Closing the door behind him. He lead Kyle to his bed. "Go ahead and lay down, I'll be back in a moment." He said, as he walked into the other room to grab his first aid kit.
Scooter huffed. The man was rather stubborn. "Fine. Can you take off your clothes?" he asked, he came back with his first aid kit. He sat beside Kyle, leaning over him and unbuttoning the mans shirt. He blushed a bit. No...Now was not the time to be having those thoughts. "You sure managed to get a lot of injuries."
Scooter finished taking the mans shirt off. "Don't you think you ought to be a bit more careful?" he asked, frowning as he began dabbing at some of the mans open wounds with rubbing alcohol to disinfect them.
"You fighters are all the same.." Scooter muttered, but smiled a bit. The fact that the disinfectant was stinging meant that it was working. He began to bandage the wounds. "Don't you think that, for the sake of the people that care for you, you should calm down on the danger a bit?"
Post by Kyle Black-Sky on Mar 3, 2012 17:12:18 GMT -5
Kyle smiled sadly, not knowing what to tell the boy. Not many people actually cared about Kyle. He was an orphan, and people were constantly trying to kill or capture him
Scooter noticed the weak smile on Kyles face. "I care about you." he said, honestly. "Isn't that enough? To have at least one person who does? You might have a rough life, but I'll try my best to help you make it as good as possible!"