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Jager · **06-24-2014, 05:44 PM**

Itwasn't until she was a smear on the ground that his aggression stopped like a freight train that had torn a vehicle in two. He was panting, hunched over, his hair a mess and his breath ragged. He'd wipe a thin film of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand before standing up. This was a horrible idea indeed, what's worse was he went along with it, too. â€œHey..â€ He'd fetch a hand rolled cigarette from a pocket near his chest, but wouldn't quite hand it to her yet. Something that moment had changed, and he'd not realize it until later.

â€œC'mon,let's get you out of here-â€ One arm goes under her pit and the other hoists her up off the ground. He carries her like a wounded soldier, but if she's able to walk, let alone stand, he'll aim her in the direction of the inn. â€œYou better pray he has a soft spot for women in distress.â€ His gut wrenched with the guilt of having just done this, but at the same time, the business aspect of his selfish mind told him to just shrug it off.

Zhavi · **06-24-2014, 05:52 PM**

Walking wasn't the problem, it was the dazed fog that crept over her balance no matter how many times she blinked it away. Something something glass jaw -- she'd always fervently deny her own inability to take a good few punches to her head, but right then she wasn't fooling anybody.

Somehow, her hand had found its way to his jacket, and she clutched at it. "Put me up," she said, words mushy and raw. She spat to clear her mouth, but the aim was sloppy. Saliva and blood dribbled over the edge of her lower lip, forming a string she wiped off on the back of her free arm.

"Smokes."

Jager · **06-24-2014, 07:03 PM**

Hefelt her grab at his coat but thought nothing about it. He was mostly concerned with getting her off the street, and getting her that smoke. The cigarette was pressed to her bloody lips and a match pulled from a box. â€œHere-â€ He'd wipe her mouth with the back of his sleeve before shaking his head. â€œLet's go, off the streets.â€ With how he moved, he didn't seem to concerned with her well being, but the drive was there. â€œI'll even buy you the first round..â€ but there was no smirk, â€œbut we've got to go.â€

Zhavi · **06-24-2014, 07:20 PM**

For three blissful seconds, Zhi inhaled. Perfection.

Then she exhaled, and she coughed. Fecking Nald'thal, his idea of a joke. That was how the scales balanced. Always.

"I'll buy yer whore. . .later," Zhi spat the words out at the ground, the intended snark falling flat and pitiful. "Ye. . . got fleas?"

Jager had taken most of her weight. She didn't like that. Didn't like most things, especially when they weren't part of the deal. What were freebies between partners?

Trouble.

The road beneath their feet was rough, and glistening in the moonlight. Shallow puddles dotted its surface, hiding a multitude of sins.

He hadn't broken anything. That was nice.

Her hip felt right fecked: every step jolted pain up into her jaw. Didn't really make sense that the two were connected, but it wasn't anything else. The rest of her face was mostly dull, throbbing, sharp aches. Not stabbing pain.

Had the streets always been so long? She was used to lying facedown on them until the next morning, or afternoon. Whenever the world stopped dancing a jig between her ears and setting her to spinning.

Jager · **06-24-2014, 10:13 PM**

Jagerhadn't really noticed the time of night, nor the lack of traffic on the streets. He'd been so pressed to get her off them, he failed to realize there really wasn't any rush. At least, in terms of getting caught. But honestly, who exactly was he afraid of being caught by? This was the man who had stabbed a Yellow Jacket right in the spine without hesitation. This was the man who opened fire on a barge and sank it in the dark of the night. And to some, he was even the man who had been so bold as to bring a new game to a tavern full of drunken thugs. So just what exactly was he in a rush to avoid?

His conscious?

Pathetic.

â€œIwouldn't trust one of your whores if'n I'd gone dry for a week.â€ Heh. Even with a bloody smirk, she had time for snark-sarcasm. â€œAnd of course I don't have fleas.. Best keep yours to yourself, too. I'll smash them next.â€ The humor was grim between these two. It wasn't long, despite what Zahvi might think, before they were walking along the bridge towards the inn. He'd continue to take a majority of her weight from her, if only because she hardly had any to begin with. Still, when they made it inside he was quick about dismissing any raised brows and helped shuffle her up the stairs.

â€œI'llkeep you here until your knight in shining armor fills his role, aye? Wait here, I'll be back.â€Â

Zhavi · **06-25-2014, 04:53 AM**

The cigarette was hanging off of Zhi's lower lip as they crested the second floor. She blinked (the outer portion of her right eye was starting to swell, pushing in over the eye and pulsing its hurt in time to the rest of her body), and somehow they were in the room when she opened her eyes.

"They like. . . t'share," she said; too late. He'd gone without hearing her return on the fleas. Too bad. She fell onto the bed. She was fairly clean lately, though she suspected she'd not gotten rid of all of them. Fleas and lice were like that; take out a whole tribe and then the next round would hatch and it would start all over again.

She gasped. Falling onto the bed had been the wrong move, and her head swam. She closed her eyes, turned her head to the side. The blood from her nose, from her tongue and the places where her teeth had cut up the insides of her mouth had started to slow. It dribbled out onto the bed. She was breathing through her mouth, and even that hurt.

She closed her eyes, and wondered if it would be worth it.

She wondered if Lalataru would see through her charade.

She wondered if she would die.

"Jager," she said, not sure if he was in the room. She was a little less dizzy when she kept her eyes closed. In the overall scheme of things, it helped so little as to be laughable. She kept them shut anyways.

Reaching up, Zhi held the cigarette as she took a long drag, coughing and sputtering on the exhale. She shook, felt vulnerable and hated it. Hated that she had to wait in order to steady her breathing. Hated the convulsion in her stomach, the acrid taste of blood and bile in her mouth. Hated lots of things. What a scrag she was to keep coming up with such shitty plans.

Jager · **06-26-2014, 04:42 PM**

Jagerwasn't gone long. A few minutes, just enough to build up a small box of supplies: rags, suture kit, a small jar of cream looking paste, few things in boxes and two bottles clinking together with each step he took. He heard his name just outside the door and he paused awkwardly in behind it. Knock, â€œHey.â€ Why? â€œYou alive?â€ He was joking, but had to look to make sure. â€œI swear if I find a single flea in that bed..â€ Said jokingly, also, but clearly not a joke. He dropped the box on the table and spun a chair around so he could sit beside the bed. â€œSit up, you're bleeding everywhere-â€ Rag one was taken and her head was held dominantly. It was cupped just under her jaw and strong fingers held her demandingly instead of comfortingly. It was hard to actually look her in the eyes- well, eye; one was swelling shut. â€œThis has to be your worst idea yet. You know that?â€ Of course she knew.Â

Zhavi · **06-26-2014, 04:47 PM**

"Huh," Zhi said. She opened her left eye. "Too late. Yer smokes. . .stale." She extended the offending cigarette towards him. Her eye lit upon him, then traveled down to his supplies. She pushed herself up with a wince, sat crosslegged on the bed.

"Joz wouldn't have most o' that," she said slowly while he took her head in hand. She ignored his smack talking about her ideas. Like he had room to chivvy her. Talking hurt. His fingers hurt. "Basics only."

She looked up at him, expression as sour as she could make it.

Expressions hurt.

Jager · **06-26-2014, 05:26 PM**

â€œWellI guess Joz just happened to have bumpedinto a kind stranger, before meeting an even kindertarget.â€ He shrugged and ignored her protest. It was one thing to beat someone else' face in, be it man or woman, but another to do so without reason. There was no retaliation, there was no aggression, it was an unarmed target he was ordered to obliterate; obliterate he did, too. In a sick way, it almost felt a little too militaristic for him. He wasn't ordered to think, he was ordered to execute command. That's how Rourk put it, at least.

â€œI'llroll some fresh ones in a bit, I think you more than earned a fresh bag of leaf, yeah?â€ It was hard for him to show sincerity, it wasnâ€™t in his character. But he felt guilt, and he felt it washing away at his conscious like the tide wearing down the rock to a dangerous cliff. She was a business partner, not a friend; she was an acquaintance.. not a friend.

Friendsdidn't beat each other down in one sided fights. But they sure did pick each other up out of that bloody pile, when it was all said and done.

Thiswas ridiculous.

â€œYouhave any idea where you're going to find this guy?â€ She might have told him. He might have ignored her.Â

Zhavi · **06-26-2014, 05:58 PM**

Zhi closed her eye for a long moment. She went still. Then she reached up, took hold of the wrist of the hand that held her jaw. "Yeah," she said, "I did." She opened her eye, and stared up at him hard. "Don't feck. . .me take. Nothin' fancy." Her words couldn't carry the bite she'd intended to put in them, so she stared at him, stubborn as any cat.

She didn't deign reply to his last question. She wanted to make sure he understood. Dangerous new ground between them. Untread. Untested.

Jager · **06-26-2014, 06:29 PM**

Hemet her eye to eye here, figuratively and quite literally. He realized the ground he tread on was dangerous enough, and given the result of his actions once today, he'd not bother fighting with her again. â€œFine.â€ He'd take the rag, ball it up and toss it to her. And by tossing it to her, he honestly just threw it in her face, mostly gentle. â€œClean yourself, there's a mirror on the wall.â€ That was that, if anything it made it a little more easier to brush off, her attitude and all. He spun the chair back around and pushed it back into the table before snatching one of the bottles from the crate. â€œOther one is yours, stale smokes, too.â€ He didn't care if they were stale or not, they were smoke-able.

â€œAnyways,stay here if you need. I'll most likely find another bed for the night.â€ He wrinkles his nose at her, sniffing the air. â€œIt's yours.â€ And with that he'd plop down on the edge of the table before ripping the work out with his teeth.

Bottoms
up.

Zhavi · **06-26-2014, 06:55 PM**

The cloth hit Zhi in the face, and she let go of Jager's wrist. The cloth dropped to her lap. She watched him. For once, she didn't have anything else to say. Scratch that: she didn't have anything she wanted to say. She got off the bed instead, limped to the mirror, and started wiping.

"I owe ye one," she said, stiff and uncomfortable. "But I need another favor."

Jager · **06-26-2014, 07:44 PM**

He was using the chair to tip back in order to help him tip his bottle back. Air was traded for whiskey. He'd lean forward with a slow tip and when all four legs hit he'd roll into it and twist to eye her, "You serious? What do you even need right now? Besides a bed of ice.." Lame joke was lame. "If you need me to beat up any of your friends, too, I'm done for the night." He watched her curiously at the mirror though, seeing only half her face- the worst side, while she dabbed at the fresh blood.Â

It was going to hurt so bad in the morning. He'd be impressed if she could get out of bed.

Zhavi · **06-26-2014, 07:46 PM**

Zhi didn't do a thorough job with her face. A kid running scared? Yeah. It'd be messy. "I need ye t' . . . toss Joz's room."

Jager · **06-26-2014, 07:53 PM**

"Toss her room? The hell are you talking about?" He stood up with a grunt, one he shouldn't been aloud to make given her state of being and walked towards her. He'd stand behind so that she could see him in the mirror. "Explain?"

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