Rumor on a wind (Jude/Open)
Aug 27, 2015 11:42:35 GMT -6
Post by Jude on Aug 27, 2015 11:42:35 GMT -6
By this point, Jude was sure he had never been more utterly confused. Still carried helplessly by the Mountain, Jude realized he was totally unable to free himself from the man's meaty grip, and so he resisted for a few more seconds, and then gave up, sighing heavily. He let his body go limp in the man's hand, his scarf and collar caught around his tough fingers. "Whatever," he sighed, looking back up and around to the man who looked incredibly displeased, yet somehow unfazed, by the growing tension on the street. A priest, a priestess, and a man who could be described, probably, as anti-religious, all at odds in public? This was a recipe for disaster, and as much as Jude loved a good fight, this was not his arena. No way.
"Yeah, uh... Yeah! You tell 'em... I think..." He was more talking to himself, though his voice was loud enough to hear. He wasn't sure what to think or who to trust, but he knew the Mountain wouldn't kill him-- yet-- so he tried his best to seem like he'd picked a side. Honestly, at this point, Jude didn't care. The pink-haired boy wanted out, and he wanted out right this minute. The situation was becoming too dramatic to bear. "Look," he said, looking around to the mountain, his own slender face mimicking the expression upon that of the much larger man. "Can we just go? This is a waste of my time."
And probably a waste of yours, Jude thought. But he wouldn't say it. No sooner was he able to weigh these thoughts than the blonde beauty princess b*tch showed up to make his world one of suffering once more. His scowl grew more venomous as she approached, and he leaned in towards her as she addressed him. He almost spit in her face. With a snakelike hiss he sneered at her. "Have my honor? I had my honor when you asked me to put that baby in you, didn't I? Have I lost it because you're trying to impress these people? Please. Get out of my sight and hope I don't find you again."
As she walked away, Jude crossed his arms, still held in the insurmountable grip of the Mountain. "Little shitpole." He muttered to himself. He was ready to leave.
"Yeah, uh... Yeah! You tell 'em... I think..." He was more talking to himself, though his voice was loud enough to hear. He wasn't sure what to think or who to trust, but he knew the Mountain wouldn't kill him-- yet-- so he tried his best to seem like he'd picked a side. Honestly, at this point, Jude didn't care. The pink-haired boy wanted out, and he wanted out right this minute. The situation was becoming too dramatic to bear. "Look," he said, looking around to the mountain, his own slender face mimicking the expression upon that of the much larger man. "Can we just go? This is a waste of my time."
And probably a waste of yours, Jude thought. But he wouldn't say it. No sooner was he able to weigh these thoughts than the blonde beauty princess b*tch showed up to make his world one of suffering once more. His scowl grew more venomous as she approached, and he leaned in towards her as she addressed him. He almost spit in her face. With a snakelike hiss he sneered at her. "Have my honor? I had my honor when you asked me to put that baby in you, didn't I? Have I lost it because you're trying to impress these people? Please. Get out of my sight and hope I don't find you again."
As she walked away, Jude crossed his arms, still held in the insurmountable grip of the Mountain. "Little shitpole." He muttered to himself. He was ready to leave.