| About the boy... |
[Jul. 13th, 2005|09:35 am] |
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| |  contemplative | ] |
We had quite a night the other night...
I was right about the club being a good place for a fight, little Orlando went missing, and Viggo was worried. I eventually found him in the bathroom, being assaulted by some oversized ape. I dispatched of said ape, but the boy was very shook up. He babbled and looked for all the world like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching car.
I got the feeling the boy had been through a lot of pain in his few years, and not only the physical kind either.
My suspicions were confirmed when Orlando decided to run. Normally I would consider such things none of my business, but I had promised him my protection. I know, it's unlike me to do so, I look after myself and let others fend for themselves. But there was something about the boy and the fear and pain in those big brown eyes that hit my soft spot. Call it weakness, humanity, whatever you want, but the fact remained that I had made the boy my responsibility, so I was obliged to find him and see him safe.
after a phonecall to an old aquintence, the word was put out and I was warned when someone spotted the boy.
I found him, and brought him back. Well, I wish it was as easy as it sounds. He took some persuading, and some pretty bad renditions of Russian folk tunes, before he agreed to come back.
Of course, I could have just picked the lad up and stuck him in the car, but there was no sense in that. He had to come back willingly, or he'd just run again the minute I turned my back.
Orlando seemed surprised that I was intent on following him everywhere. the boy didn't seem to fully realise the implications of the promise I had made to him. I said I would look out for him, so that was exactly what I was going to do. Even if the kid decided he wanted to go hide in Alaska for the next ten years. But, I would have failed in my promise if I hadn't at least tried to persuade him to come back. He needed rest and time to heal, without them he'd likely be dead within six months, even if he did have me following him evey step.
I'm glad he came back, Viggo will take care of him. That's something I'm not exactly suited for. Sure, I can cope with first aid and a little field surgery, but my bedside manner is a bit lacking, I admit.
Let others do the coddling, I'll see to the boy's safety.
But what is the boy running from? There's an awful lot that he hasn't told us. I'm sure that given time, he'll grow to trust one of us enough to share his past, or at least some of it.
I'm guessing it'll be Viggo, although I hope the manager will take it easy with the boy. I get the impression Orlando is a bit mistrustful of friendliness, and Viggo is nothing if not friendly.
Or maybe Dave... Dave seems harmless, a perfect mixture of shyness and friendliness that's hard to simply dismiss.
Yes, I think it's probably good if those two spend some time together.
As for me? Whether the boy will ever trust me, I don't know. It doesn't matter really, I'll look out for him, teach him to defend himself, and make sure no harm comes to him physically.
But the boy needs a friend, and I don't think anyone has ever referred to me as friendly. I've had neither need nor opportunity for friends since I was a boy, and I'm not sure I could give Orlando what he so obviously needs.
But in time, who knows? |
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[Jul. 10th, 2005|05:14 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  accomplished | ] |
Moscow was getting to hot. It was high time I got out and layed low for a while, so I decided to head to America.
Two days after I got there, I met a guy named Karl. he was a pretty good sport, he helped me to get out of that lousy hotel and into a pretty decent appartment. he also got me a job as a bouncer at a club. Sure, it's a little different from how I usually make my living, but with some luck I might be able to get a fight or two in each week. It won't do to let myself grow weak.
The other people who work there seem ok to me. Brian and Viggo seem down to earth and fair, don't have to worry about any bullshit from those two. There's this young lad called Orlando who started about the same time as I, tiny thing he is, I wouldn't dare try to hug him for fear he would break.
And then there's Dave.
Dave is a bartender, and about as small as Orlando is. But there's something about his red hair and bright eyes that keeps drawing my attention. I've seen looks pass between him and viggo that make me think there's something between them. Haven't asked of course, not my business.
So all in all, things are working out quite well at the moment. All I want now is to find somewhere I can do some target practice. I don't plan to stay in hiding for ever, and some skills are essential for an assassin. |
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