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Who: Rolo and Suzaku
When: January 22nd
Where: Random Alleyway
What: Rolo, after being submitted to punishments for letting prisoners go, has escaped the Mendolia. He's not doing too well though.
Warnings: PG: for a beaten up Rolo?

[ It was hard to run with chest pains, but Rolo pressed onward. He didn't care if using his powers to escape killed him, he certainly wasn't going to die a prisoner...an experiment. Ever since he learned that there was a little bit more to life then just his job, Rolo was beginning to feel like maybe what he had been doing was wrong.

Granted, all that landed him was being locked in a cell for what seemed like forever. He could still feel the effects of the shots they gave him, but he kept running. When he finally got into an alleyway, he slumped against the wall, holding onto his side.

Rolo's face was bruised, only slightly patched up from the beating he received from Abele the night he let Suzaku go. It was then that the Mendolia leader decided to take his best assassin and turn him back into an Experiment. Sighing, Rolo tried to shake the memories from his mind, but found that he couldn't. Slouching further down and curling his knees closer to himself, he let out a shaky breath...At least if he died, he wouldn't be laying on a table....]

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[Suzaku had undergone a few invasive procedures himself, upon returning to his station. None of it was unbearable, but even after he disclosed all that he knew, one of the commanding officers wasn't satisfied with his report. It felt like those questions went on forever, and then the medical examinations dragged on longer still.

The bandages on his arm itched, and for perhaps the dozenth time he tugged on his sleeve. The results had been inconclusive. Whatever modifications he may have been subject to were beyond the scope of the tests. Of course, the doctors were busily devising new ones...

That thought alone was enough for him to huff out a sigh as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and continued down the street.

In truth he hadn't told them everything. He wasn't yet certain whether he should disclose that a Mendolia assassin had been the one behind his escape. It could go one of two extremely different ways. And thinking about it made him wonder what may have befallen Rolo as a result of those events.

He certainly hadn't been out murdering people of late. At least, none of the recent deaths followed his patterns. That was a good thing, he told himself many times over, yet he felt uneasy about it all the same]

Edited 2013-04-18 11:26 (UTC)

[ Rolo coughed and slouched more against his knees, holding his chest. Damn this heart. He had to get up, do something. Move. Pushing himself up against the wall, he started to move from the alleyway, trying to find somewhere better. Why did he keep moving?

Rolo just wanted to find somewhere warm...]

[While Suzaku certainly isn't somewhere warm, he does happen to be close at hand. He stumbles when something bumps into his side, effectively jarred from his thoughts. In an instant he catches himself, and whatever he just careened into, opens his mouth to say something...

And only finds himself gawking down at a familiar face.

A face that's certainly not in the condition he last saw it. In fact, Rolo looks like hell warmed over]

What...

[It's all that comes to him, at first, thoughts jumbled]

[ Rolo looks up to the thing that caught him, given that it was very warm. There's a small smile on his lips for a second before he closes his eyes. He says something, but it's so soft that it's inaudible. At least Suzaku was alive. ]

Edited 2013-04-26 03:16 (UTC)

[Whatever Rolo was trying to get away from, it must've been awful if he was smiling at an agent of the police force. At least, that's what Suzaku believed as he looked around for any hostile company.

The only one on the street was a little old lady giving him a look of pointed consternation. Suzaku could deal with that.

Having concluded there were no potential attackers, he scooped up the smaller boy and started walking again at a brisk pace. It looked like Rolo needed medical attention, and as soon as possible]

[ Rolo's still mumbling something, but his breathing is starting to stagger more. He's not sure what's going on, or where they are moving at just a fast pace, but he knew that he'd be gone soon...One of the mumbles comes out as "sorry", which is heard more then anything...]

[Suzaku's frown deepened at what sounded like an apology]

Nonsense. Conserve your energy.

[He had no idea what else to say, but getting into a debate with someone only half-conscious struck him as absurd.

If he took Rolo to a hospital, he knew there was a high chance he wouldn't walk back out. He debated his options, few as they were, and decided he'd have to try patching the guy up himself. Otherwise, Rolo would probably wind up in another cell]

Edited 2013-04-30 02:19 (UTC)

[ Rolo tries to not speak, but his mind is starting to go so he's still, occasionally, mumbling nonsense. He lets out another shaky breath and he reaches up to clutch his shirt. It's getting harder to breath for him in the cold hair. ]

[It doesn't take Suzaku very long to get back to his apartment complex. It does, however, take him a while to get into the building. After some awkward and obviously useless struggles, he's fortunate that someone opens the door for him.

Naturally that leads to machine-gun firing of questions, which Suzaku attempts as best he can to (patiently) respond to as he clambers his way up the steps with Rolo]

[ Making a small sound, it's impressive he's kept it together this long. Finally, he drops into a fitful sleep, his body relaxing only slightly. Somehow, he feels a little bit safer... ]

[Once Suzaku's managed to get into his apartment, he settles Rolo onto his bed and rummages around for his first aid kit. Fortunately, the barrage of questions has come to a stop, the neighbor-girl running about looking for ice and blankets and whatever else she finds useful.

Despite a lack of coordination, Suzaku eventually cleans up Rolo's wounds and gets them bandaged. By the time that's done, the girl has work, and he's left alone in his apartment with a wounded assassin.

By the time that catches up to him, he's too tired from the whole affair to fret all that much about it]

[ It's a few hours of restless sleep before Rolo finally settles, some color returning to his face. He looks calm down, settled and almost happy. It's a little while before his eyes open slightly, and he squints to figure out where he is...it's warm though...]

Where...?

[Suzaku looks up from a book he was trying to read, mostly to occupy his thoughts. Once he was sure Rolo was stable, he'd simply looked for ways to pass the time that wouldn't disturb him]

It's not wherever you just came from, I can tell you that much.

[Despite its rather Spartan features, they're clearly in his apartment, and he doubts Rolo won't figure that out easily enough]

[ Rolo looks over, noticing who it is and tries to get up, but winces and lays down ]

Yeah, I suppose it is.

[Suzaku sets his book aside, but doesn't get up]

I'm off-duty.

[Which is to say, he's not looking to arrest Rolo at the moment]

[ Rolo spares a laugh ]

That doesn't mean anything, Kururugi.

Do you know Japanese formalities?

[Rolo has called him by his first name before, but the switch seems odd. While he's met others of Japanese descent, he's fairly certain Rolo is not]

In any event, that's all I have. I'm not inclined to pursue someone who can't even walk.

Edited (x accuracy) 2013-05-20 16:15 (UTC)

[ A sigh... He was actually trying to be less familiar with the other so when he got out he could hide somewhere else...No getting attached, Rolo. Though...he did save the guy. ]

Not necessarily.

[ He's totally trying to be harsh. It's totally working right? ]

I can walk just fine...But why bother patching me up?

[He lets the matter drop. Whatever reasons Rolo had, he didn't need to guess at]

As I recall, I owed you one.

I suppose. [ Rolo reached up to touch his forehead. His eyes narrow when he thinks about what happened. There's definitely no way he could go back...]

I don't know if you've done me any good.

[ He doesn't mean that to be ungrateful; Rolo's just unsure if it's a good idea for him to even still be alive. ]

Could've said the same thing to you, a while back.

[And in the end he didn't get as much information as he'd hoped to, so he does feel he can say that.

Still, it was a kindness on Rolo's part]

It was better that you didn't stay there. [ Rolo responds faster then he intended, letting out a small breath to calm himself. ]

...You don't need to know what they do.

I could make similar arguments about your employ.

Ultimately, it's my job to find that information. As far as "need to" goes, it's my assignment.

[ Rolo sighs loudly, looking over at him ] Don't you think there are better ways to find information?

Considering the level of progress by those means, no.

Why not just ask? I'm sure there are a ton of spies around.

[ He was one of them...]

I can't be certain any information I received was reliable.

[Straightforward thinker, this fellow]

Maybe someday, I'll talk. [ But not right now, he still feels a fair amount of loyalty...]

I don't expect you to, so you don't need to be concerned with that.

[After all, Rolo helped him out once. Not only that, but the guy's clearly been through something pretty bad]

[ Rolo took in another shaky breath, looking a little expressionless for a moment. It's obvious in his eyes how much it hurts him to say it but... ] I don't have a home anymore, so I don't care what happens.

You still wanted to live.

[It's what comes to mind immediately, almost without thought.

A part of Rolo obviously cared enough to try and survive. That wasn't to be overlooked]

I'm regretting it. I don't know what there is to live for...[ Rolo's confused by his own thought process right now ]

[It's a bit strange, the way Rolo is talking. Suzaku chalks it up to exhaustion]

You'll figure it out. Most people have to, at some point.

I guess. [ Squinting at the ceiling, it's like he's trying to stay awake for a little bit longer...after a long pause, he just quietly says it ]

Everything's sore.

Figured you might be. Those injuries looked pretty bad, but you should heal just fine with enough rest.

[ There's another long pause before...] Thanks...Suzaku.

[ He gives up on trying to be rude, it's too exhausting for him. Falling back asleep, Rolo's breathing a little bit easier now. ]

[Suzaku remains silent, going back to reading. He's not sure if what he's done is the right thing, but he doesn't think he could've acted differently]

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Oh man I'm so sorry, i had 5 projects due this week.

Don't worry about it, have projects close at hand myself

LEMME TRY AGAIN WITH MORE SLEEP.

CASTING SLEEPGA!

THE ONLY THING THAT WILL WORK

IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE

I"ll need it, going into exam week....

Hoo boy. Just final projects for my courses. Good luck!

thanks! Just finished today! totally running on like two hours of sleep cries

awesome...except the sleep part. hope you're getting more of that now

I did! I actually slept for 13+ hours haha

Bet you needed it, after things were so busy

I know! It's better now. Just work :)

Aw yeah, time for more balance

EXACTLY!

Excellent development

truly! I'm excited.

Aw yeah

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...derp hitting ban by mistake, A+

and an equal amount of derp for being slow ;^;

rare pokaymenz is a Kuma, how goes it?

pretty well, just busy with game closing stuff and grandma things

oh man...is she doing okay?

her surgery went okay, but we found out hte cancer affected her lymph nodes so she has to have chemo

...geez that's tough. hope it isn't too rough on her and doesn't take too much of that treatment

me too. Apparently it's only a few lymphnodes, so I'm hoping she won't have to do a lot of it.

oh that's good. grandmas ougha be relaxing and enjoying themselves instead of...that stuff