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Fable's first reaction when Mark stood with a growl like sound that something was upsetting him....but when he started to yank the door then headbutted it she thought maybe he had been bit and was starting to lose control. She went rigid as she watched him, but hearing his words she realized that it probably wasn't a monster of this world bothering him. But one of the past. She shoved the nose of the gun into the back of her pants, wiggling her hips a little and trying to ignore the bite of the angles into her skin. She walked towards him, holding her hands up a bit and palms towards him. "Kiefer...." She said slowly, her gaze skirting his exposed skin just in case.
He almost seemed like he was in another world, so caught up in whatever it was that was bothering him. She hesitated before stepping forward to grab one of his wrists he had been punching the door with. "Kiefer!" She said louder, but not yelling. Giving his arm a tiny shake. Whatever was going on had to stop. He was going to break every bone in his hands if he didn't. She looked back to Mark with a worried expression. She hated seeing others in pain, even a stranger could tug at her heart. It was no wonder she was having such a hard time adjusting to the world they lived in now.
Kiefer, even in his cloudiness in his mind, stopped short of further bloodying up his hand as he felt Fable's tiny hand grasp his wrist, and slowly turned to look at her. And there she'd see it--a combo of innate rage directed at something else, and overall sadness, light revealing what looked to be tears brimming up from his eyes and his teeth was gritted, but he was overall calming down, sort of. He didn't say anything, but he did simply watch her, wondering why she bothered stopping him?
When the man started hitting against the door Mark rolled his eyes, turning to look over the city, only the sounds of the man yelling causing Mark to turn back to see Fable walking up towards him. Mark folded his arms over his chest leaning against the bench. Letting out a small sigh Mark let his pack slide off his back next to him, pulling out a bottle of water taking a drink. He could see blood on the door from him punching it, there was no way he was going to damage the door or the hinges. Just the sound of him yelling annoyed Mark.
When he turned to look at Fable, now silent Mark began laughing, seeing the light glint on his face revealing his tears. Mark bent over placing his hand over his stomach as he placed his hand over his mouth. "Oh my god, I'm sorry! Ahahahaha! Are you fucking kidding me?" After a few moments Mark regained himself chuckling silently to himself as the grin faded from his face. "Look Keifer I know that sometimes our problems from the past get to us, but -" Marks voice cracked as he burst out laughing again, leaning his back against the bench, feeling the wind pick up a bit. Marks voice was clouded with laughter as he continued speaking, "But we don't go fucking nuts over it! Or maybe its not your past and your just fucking nuts?!!" Tears from laughing began to pour from his eyes as he let the back of his hand cover his mouth again. "Usually we get an assortment of nuts, but this time we could only fine you!" It was funny to Mark. "Did you hear about the crazy person in the woods? HE TOOK THE PSYCHOPATH!"
He couldn't help it, but it was funny as all hell to him, but he was still able to bring his composure back. Taking in a deep breath Mark left the smirk on his face as he leaned against the edge. "Okay, okay, Okay. I'm done. I'm sorry, but if your crazy and you know it shake your meds!" He was laughing again as his voice sang the last few words. It was funny even thoughthat one hit a little to close home himself, but his meds were for a physical aliment not a mental one.
"Can it, pencil-neck. I'm getting out of here, one way or another, and you will not stop me. Don't. Even. Fucking. Try.", Kiefer said with much more of a glower towards the thin man, his normally half-lidded green eyes now wider orbs in comparison, his lips slightly agape as he took in much slower, calmer breaths. It was as if he was another person, the corners of his own lips curving upwards into a grin, but he wasn't laughing. If anything, he was dead serious, especially with what he said, before he slowly stepped closer to Mark, his gaze never leaving him and his hands clenching and unclenching into fists and not. "Give me the key."
As the man spoke Mark continue laughing. What did Keifer think? That he scared him? No, if anything the way Keifer acted made Mark think of him even less. But stating that he was trying to keep him there was the punch line for Mark. He wasn't going to keep anyone he didn't want in his home. When Keifer started approaching Mark rolled his eyes and pulled his gun from his hip, and one of his swords from the other, pointingthe barrel of the gun towards the man. "To even think I would keep you from leaving here is a joke in of itself, but you threatening me in my home. Tisk Tisk Tisk. I should just shot you now. You're out gunned bud, and out maned. I don't doubt you could still do a great deal of damage to me even with one of your arms fucked up, but I have a sword, and I swear by my greeny little green house that I will carve you like a turkey. Take another step and I promise I will put a bullet in you. Either way at this point its a lose lose for you my friend."
Marks smirk remained on his face as he glanced to Fable for a moment before letting his eyes fall back to the man. He wondered if she was going to back him up here, he didn't need it but it would be reassuring. This wasn't how Mark saw the morning going but it sure as hell was fun. Keifer had spirit and he liked that, but then again Keifer was cocky and thought he was a tough piece of meat and that was a down side. The moment Keifer threatened Mark was the moment he lost his privilege to move freely in his home. "Fable, take your gun out please. I don't want to have to shot Keifer, and I'm sure he will be more likely to cooperate that way." Mark tilted his head to the side, smirk still plastered on his face as he blinked rapidly for a few moments in a sarcastic manner towards the man.
"Step back or lose your life. You can leave down the fire escape over by the greenhouse or you can shut the fuck up and sit down like a good boy and wait till mommy and daddy are ready to leave and you can take the stairs. If your waiting around though, I'm gonna need you to kick me over your gun, cant have the kids running around unsupervised with dangerous toys now can we? You can have it back when we leave. Or leave now, I don't care. But Keifer, I swear on my sisters that if you come back here for any reason I'll shoot you. Good? Good!" Mark shrugged while raising his sword in case the man thought it a good idea to charge him.
Fable breathed a sigh of relief when Kiefer stopped punching the door. She met his eyes for a moment, giving him a tiny reassuring smile......thank goodness it was over....But then Mark started speaking. Fable released Kiefer's hand and turned to see Mark...literally killing himself with jokes and puns. She frowned and bit her lip. Crossing her arms. She had told Mark that she wasn't going to get onto him for certain things.....but this wasn't one of them. He was being intentionally cruel. It felt like the onslaught went on forever and by the time he stopped Fable knew her face must have been red.
But then Kiefer responded.....and of course it wasn't good. He took a step towards Mark, seeming completely ready for a fight. Fable backed away from both of them, her fingers digging into her arms until it hurt. He was calming down....why had Mark plucked at him? Because it was Mark....
Things had escalated quickly and now Mark was pulling his weapons out. Issuing his own threat back to Kiefer. This was bad....really bad. Two male egos clashing....on a roof....with weapons involved. She was looking at her feet and nervously chewing on her lip when Mark addressed her. She looked up at Mark and let her hand slide back to touch the cool metal of gun. Her fingers moved away as if repelled. She couldn't point the gun at Kiefer.....she understood Marks reasoning that maybe he would leave without a fight with two people pointing weapons at him....But she couldn't do it. Kiefer hadn't hurt her and he was emotional right now. She wasn't willing to aim a weapon at him. Fable looked at Mark, a mixture of frustration and fear on her face. If Mark had just kept his mouth shut none of this would be happening.... but he had to be snarky.
She took a shaky breath into her lungs, giving Kiefer then Mark a glance in turn. Rapid heart rate plus a blood disorder usually equaled her passing out.....and now was definitely not the time for that. She placed her palms against her neck and laced her fingers behind her head. Dragging a long breath into her chest. She shook her head the tiniest bit, looking at Mark she said "I...I cant."
It had been hard enough to kill a man trying to rape her......and now she was going to point a gun at a wounded man that hadn't hurt her? No...she couldn't.
Kiefer's grin died, only to be replaced by a frown and glare of general contempt towards the smaller, think man before him. Without that much of a provocation, he was willing to kill him just for saying for him to give him the key? If he really wanted to threaten the man, he would've just as easily pulled his own gun out and aimed it at him. Or try to knife him. Either way, it was hardly a threat as it was more of a demand, and he never once said "or else", did he? So who was the idiot here? Kiefer cast a glance towards the gun, then to Mark before sighing a bit, only to step back towards Fable with his eyes half-open on the man before him. Apparently, he had calmed down, having vented himself out well enough, but now his mood was rather bad, and Mark was to blame. He just had to open his big mouth. "Y'know, good job making yourself look like the bad guy here, numb nuts. I hadn't threatened you at all, only told you give me one little thing, and you're getting quite defensive. If I had to guess, I'd say you're a control freak. And an ingrate. When you passed clean out, who was it that helped you keep your airways open so you can fucking breathe? Who was it that offered you free fucking food for when you woke up? Who killed the corpses out there just so you can haul Fable here safe and sound? The very guy you're pointing your little popgun at. Like I said: ingrate. Oh, one last thing...you might wanna check the safety on your gun before threatening me with it. Because...", he said before unholstering his own M96FS pistol, flicked his thumb across the safety mechanism, and aimed it right at Mark's forehead. "I'm sane enough to know not to shoot, this is purely self-defense here. For your information, there's no medication, none that I have anyway, for fucking PTSD. Seeing some shit can really mess you the fuck up, you of all people should know that. Right, Fable?", he asked the woman behind him without moving his gaze from Mark, prepared to shoot if he rushed him. After all, NOW it was a threat, only because Mark threatened him first.
((Sorry for the late reply. And this is all assuming Mark didn't switch safety on his gun. ^^; What do you guys think?))
Last Edit: May 13, 2016 15:00:33 GMT -5 by Deleted
When the man began speaking Mark chuckled. The second the man reached for his gun Mark pointed the gun towards the mans feet, popping a shot at his feet. "Come on now Kiefer, I'm smarter than you think." Confrontation was fun, and this was fun. Mark understood why Fable couldn't do what he was doing, but he was pretty sure she wasn't going to side with Kiefer either. "Don't keep me here. Don't. Fucking. Even. Try." Mark mocked Kiefer as he pat his chest puffing it out. "Yes, naturally I'd love to be in control of things at my house, 100% you hit that right on the nose. Also, don't think your help changed anything. I'm not new to killing the undead buddy, Fable is light and I could have easily set her down to deal with it myself. Also. I have food, didn't need yours."
This was getting a bit annoying, there were no good and bad guys in this world. Rolling his eyes a little Mark scratched his knee with his sword. When he talked about being fucked up Mark let his lips fall open, leaving a small gap faking a gasp. "You don't say? Seeing shit can fuck you up? Damn, I never would have guessed!?!? Just know Kiefer, this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't threatened me bud. Keep telling yourself all you want that you didn't, but you did."
When he saw the man get closer to Fable he straightened his stance, seeming a bit more serious. "I'm not afraid to die Kiefer, are you? Even if you end up killing me, you will be hurting Fable more than you hurt me. You really ready to do that?" Mark shrugged putting his gun away and sliding his sword into his sheath. "Right here bud." Marks smirk sat as he tapped on his forehead before taking a seat on the bench. "Do me a favor, and do it. Wouldn't hurt me nearly as bad as the woman next to you."
(I would agree but its 3 years in. Its just tedious to put he turns his safety on and off again over and over so I stopped doing it. If it had been like a couple months in I would say he woudl forget sometimes, but he doesn't anymore. Good post btw I'm really sorry about Mark, this is just who he is)
Last Edit: May 13, 2016 15:30:10 GMT -5 by Deleted
When Kiefer whipped out his own gun Fable felt all the breath leave her body....they were going to have a shootout up here.....Kiefer was speaking now, about how he hadn't threatened Mark. His last comment that he directed at her stung. She assumed he was just giving an example....but still.....a little early to be using what almost happened to her as an example for anything. She winced and looked away, feeling her blood rushing to her face. Suddenly a shot rang out, she hunkered down her knees. Clamping her hands over her ringing ears. She blinked through the pain in her skull to see that Mark was the one who had fired. She couldn't hear much of anything for a few minutes, her hearing coming back around the time Mark was scratching his knee with his sword.
Fable stumbled to her feet, her eyes still slitted from the pain in her head. Turning to watch Mark, mentioning how hurting him would hurt her more. She felt a knot in her throat forming, making it hard to swallow. He stripped himself of his weapons...pretty much taunting Kiefer to shoot him. Seriously? She tried to take a calming breath.....tried to gather her emotions. Kiefer wouldn't shoot him....would he? There was way too much male posturing going on and she was getting annoyed and beyond stressed. She closed her eye to try to calm herself down...but it was no use....Not when the air around them felt like it was electric.
She could feel herself reaching for her own gun, her thin fingers curling around the grip as she pulled it from her pants. In one sudden move she held it in front of her, both hands holding it secure and one finger resting on the trigger guard. He breathing was rapid, each exhale making her collar bone almost protrude. Her pale eyes wide with a wash of emotions. Mark had already disarmed himself, Kiefer still had his gun though. "Drop it." She said with more force than she thought possible.
"Both of you stop this macho shit!....its not helping anyone or proving anything. I have a gun to, does that make me scary?" She shook her head, obviously beyond upset at this point. Her arms holding the gun trembled, but she didn't lower it.
"Mark.....let me see the key so that I can let Kiefer leave like he wants......please." So yeah....she was pulling a tough voice but her old mannerisms were still there. As for what she would do if either of them refused or pointed a gun back at her? She had no clue.
Mark slowly leaned forward back to his feet as he saw the woman grabbing at her gun. It was a little cute how she held it, Mark was just use to seeing people hold it with one hand. She kinda looked like a police officer off one of those tv shows, taking a firm stance and holding the gun steady with both hands, probably really good form. As she spoke in her commanding voice Mark couldn't help but grin, he liked seeing her take charge. Of course as she continued to speak her voice wavered a bit and he could see her hands trembling, it made him worry a bit that this might make her pass out. He wasn't sure if stress could cause an episode.
At this point Mark wasn't paying any attention to Kiefer, but fully attentive to Fable. "You know, its cute seeing you like this, I really like it." She was surprising Mark and he could feel himself falling more for the girl. Not that that meant much, but he liked the mix she brought to the table. He figured that he would balance out her non mean side, and she would balance out his not so nice side. "But you need to breath, you look like you're about to collapse." Mark started slowly towards her.
Mark reached into his pocket and pulled out his key. The last thing he wanted was to stress her out more than she already was. He was now holding the key between his thumb and his pointer finger. As Mark passed Kiefer he glanced at his, nudging his head towards the woman, "Tough love huh? I be you know all about that Kiefer." Mark allowed himself one last prod at the man before tossing the key to the woman. If Kiefer was going to shoot him, hit him, do anything to him now would be the time. He was unarmed and more focused on the girl, she had him worried which didn't happen often with Mark but demanded a lot from him when it did.
Kiefer, despite what had happened just minute or two ago, couldn't help bumping shoulders with Mark as he passed him, showing the same sort of venom in his own wording as he approached Fable to take the key so he could leave, but kept his voice to a volume to where only Mark could hear him, more of a whispering mumble really. "Says the prick getting all defensive 'cause his crush was giving attention to another man. You going bonkers after she showed concern for me for my temporary breakdown only proves it. Oh, and it may be 'tough love', but only for you. Sorry, hon, but I've already been there, done that.", he said to Mark with a side glare and grin that only grew in width as the seconds passed. Taking the key, he made his way to the door and slid the key into the keyhole and glanced back at Fable, and said only one thing back to her. "For the record, Fable...I'm sorry I hurt you emotionally with what I said and did. I was referring to when all this shit happened, not...you know.", he said, referring to his comment prior that he knew must've upset her greatly.
It was hard to keep her composure between the ache in her arms and how fast she was breathing. But she didn't lower her gun. She could see Mark moving towards her out of her peripheral vision. Telling her to breathe. Well...she was.....her lungs just weren't absorbing the oxygen very well at the moment. She never passed out as much as she had in just the last day and night....But then again living on your own is a lot less exciting. Sometimes her heart would beat too quick for the amount of blood available to be pumped, sending blood to extremities instead of her brain and making her eventually black out. Thankfully this time it had not happened yet....and she was hoping it wouldn't.
She noticed to late when Mark tossed her the key, tiny metallic dings sounded as it bounced on the roof. She lowered her gun to reach for it but Kiefer took the key and moved to the door. She gave him a small nod when he said he hadn't intended his words the way the sounded. With Kiefer no longer holding a gun she was able to relax....at least a little. She slumped, her shoulders rolling forward. She was shaking fairly bad now and couldn't even manage to slide the gun back into her jeans. Sighing she rubbed a hand over her face with her free hand. Had she really just pulled a gun on someone?....And yesterday she killed someone...What was happening to her?
She sucked in a long slow breath and pushed it back out. Finally turning her pale eyes on Mark. "...You are an idiot." She said in a weak voice, the skin on her forehead wrinkling with worry. "Why would you do that?....disarm yourself? He could have killed you....." She frowned, her free hand moving to fiddle with a button on the shirt he had given her. She watching him several minutes, biting her lip until she thought she tasted copper. She was starting to calm down a little now and managed to shove the gun back into her jeans...as uncomfortable as it was she had no where else to put it. She pulled her hair back from her face, taking another long drag of air.
Mark stopped mid way to Fable a the man spoke turning to him, rolling his eyes again. "Oh god, will you shut up? You know how stupid you sound? 'defensive because my crush was paying attention to you'. HA! Mark mimicked the mans voice as he clasped his hands together. "Oh man she payed attention to me, Mark must be so mad. Oh damn what a defensive prick! No you dumb ass, she can do what she wants. I'm not a jealous person, but obviously you are. If you haven't noticed Kiefer, I just started making fun of you had nothing to do with her, don't flatter yourself. Even if I was a jealous type, you'd stand no chance with her." Marks voice wasn't quite like Kiefers was, "No need to whisper Kiefer, just the three of us, and you're the only one who really cares what you have to say." Mark laughed a little backing up his words a little poking fun at himself, "Probably. Maybe. Who knows. Who cares? Wait I don't. Fable probably don't. Maybe she does. Lets go with she don't. Does that mean that nobody cares about you? HA!." Mark was off reasoning with himself again.
When Kifer passed the man he glanced at him, "It is tough love bud, sorry you lost to me, an 18 year old." When Kifer pick up the key Mark let his hand rest on his gun, this was the last one and if he did anything that would cause Mark to lose it, he would shoot him. Like shoot him three times. Twice. He would shoot him three times twice, so six times. When Fable spoke he turned his head to her and shrugged, he didn't know really what to say to her.
"It was a bluff, I was the way he looked at you, he was attracted to you and thought that you two would have something more in the future. He wasn't going to hurt you. But I shouldn't have put you in the situation I had. I'm sorry." He spoke loud enough for just the duo to hear as hewalked over to her, wrapping his arms around her hugging her tightly. "We can get you a holster for the gun too." He let his lips press softly against her forehead as he ran a hand up and down her back trying to comfort her.
Kiefer's expression turned to that of a stoic one when he saw his apology seemed to go largely uncared for; then again, things did escalate rather quickly. It was only hours ago he wanted the 3 of them to be a group together. He still does, actually, which caused him to sigh. After he unlocked the door and turned the knob, he turned his head again to the pair, this time his attention was towards Mark. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry for you, too. Really, I am. No jokes or sarcasm here. Apparently something I couldn't help set you off, so sorry about that. If I may, before I go, could I explain myself? I think you should know at least that much, right?", he asked, his question also going to Fable as he closed the door without leaving and took the key out after locking it back up, as he could just unlock it again.
((I'm wanting to see if these 3 can make up. ^^ I know Mark isn't that much of a douche he can't be understanding and possibly be a friend of Kiefer's, right? It was a volatile situation, after all.))
She tuned out any other back and forth the men had. If they wanted to slug it out that was up to them....but if weapons werent involved she was staying out of it. She crossed her arms as she often did, a tiny denfense against the world. She looked up when Mark spoke, but feeling his arms wrap around her was heaven. She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around him and letting her hands bunch in the fabric of his shirt. There was a featherlight kiss on her forehead and she could feel his hand sliding over her back. She nodded when he mentioned a holster....it would help, but she wondered how long it would take her to get accustomed to weight on one hip. With one last squeeze she stepped back, obviously calmer than she had been.
Her hair was getting on her nerves.....she would have to find a tie or something somewhere to get it out of her face. Mark had already agreed to go with her to get ther things....which wasn't much really. Her old pokemon messenger bag and the few things that she kept in it. But it would be nice to have. She was surprised to see Kiefer was still there, when he started to speak she didn't say anything. She had never really been mad at anyone....just annoyed with all the pistol waving. She blinked, feeling tired even though the day had just started.
As the woman pulled away, Marks hands slid down her arms to her hands just giving them a squeeze before taking a step back as well. She was beautiful and at the moment the only thing he cared about, even if it wasn't much, it was something, and that was more than anyone else got from Mark. When Kiefer began to speak Marks eyes shut seemingly annoyed again with the man. He didn't get it did he? Mark wasn't set off until he was threatened in his home. "What are you still doing here? This isn't la la fucking play land, you don't get to explain why you threaten someone in their home. If I didn't have the small ounce of restraint I do have I would have just shot you when you told me to check my safety like an idiot."
Was this really happening? Did he really think he had room to speak here anymore? Maybe Fable should decide on this one, Mark wasn't... sensitive with these things. "Fable, deal with this please. If you want to hear him out go head, I'll just cause more trouble." Mark turned and started back to the edge of the building only to second guess himself and look back stopping himself in his tracks. He began laughing a moment before clasping his hands together. "Wait... No. I know whats wrong with you, you don't need to explain yourself. Honestly I don't care Kiefer. I'm the same way sometimes, but you're not me, and you're not here. I don't care. Simple as that. Go home Kiefer." Mark placed his hand over his mouth with a small sarcastic gasp. "OH that's right... No one wants you around... Awkwardddd." Mark rolled his eyes before turning around and leaning over the edge, his arms resting on the bench.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5