Love you to pieces. [Gage, Levi]

[Colton Fisher]

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v202/tamaspet/coltt2.png] Was there nothing better to do around here? If he wasn’t slaving away on patrols, he was being harassed by insane Fallen women, or bothered by everyone trying to be ‘friends’. Colton wasn’t really the make-tons-of-friends type, and for once he was happy to be alone. The people in the Fallen were nice and all, but Colt already had friends! He just… didn’t exactly know where they were. They definitely weren’t in the Fallen, and Colt had never seen them while patrolling the Fulsi border as part of his training. That only left one other Ring, unless they were rogues or… Colt couldn’t bear to think of the alternative. If anything had happened to Gage or Levi, it was his fault. He still hated himself for taking that last job. But now wasn’t the time to think on the past, Colt decided. He could only hope that he would find them and get to tell him how sorry he was. As the Fallen neared the Carna border for the first time, he was taken aback by its gruesome nature. Colt raised a hand and adjusted his glasses, wondering if it was really as bad as it looked; it was. Mangled, rotting bodies hung from the warehouses as a warning to intruders, and the walls were scrawled with bloody messages. The sight and smell made Colt’s whole body shudder, and he wanted nothing more than to turn and run all the way back to the Fallen. The only thing that kept him there was the hope that Gage and Levi could possibly be in there somewhere, though he doubted it. Why would his friends have joined such a brutal Ring? Despite his best instincts, Colt continued alone along the border, taking extra care to keep to his own side, lest he end up hanging from a warehouse himself. Ooc: Shorrttt, but let’s start this thanggg~ 83

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[leviremington]

Levi kept at a distance, trailing several paces behind his supposed comrades in arms. It had earned him a few teasing remarks, though they'd quickly been stifled upon catching sight of Levi's sharp look; the corners of his mouth turned down in a scowl, brows knitted together in an unmistakable gesture of ill-humored hostility. Though he said nothing to them, his posture made it clear that he was all but spoiling for a fight; if nothing else, it'd be a welcome distraction from the abysmally bleak future that stretched before him in endless days. Future, he snorted to himself. Now there's a joke. Levi wasn't naive; he understood that his bitterness and listless brooding was unhealthy--and certainly winning him no favors among his ring mates, who were fond of speaking in hushed whispers just within earshot--voiced pitched with a theatrically fervent air clearly meant to be overheard--about how his brooding was becoming an extreme sport in and of itself.

As far as Levi was concerned, he was entirely justified. All the same, he was silent on the patrol, though he walked side by side with Gage. Every so often the animated chattering of the other young man would coax a wryly amused smirk from the corner of Levi's lips, a ghost of his once genuine and boyishly shy smiles. He'd given them freely once--but it'd been months since he'd smiled--really smiled, at least. If resentment was cancerous, it had taken root with all the insidiousness of a tumor. As they neared the border, however, all conversation ceased. The Carna around him had grown alert--exchanging joviality and slouched postures for narrowed eyes, a keen and predatory hush settling over them. Even Levi closed ranks, his shoulder pressing against Gage's and another young man's in an unexpected display of solidarity.

The reason for the tension become apparent soon enough; a mirroring band of Fallen had strayed close to the border--perhaps deliberately, perhaps not. Either way, it was far from a very wise or cautious political move--regardless of whatever uneasy truce existed between the two rings. Levi shifted then as the silence stretched between the twin groups--neither, it seemed, willing to be the first to act. "Fantastic," he muttered under his breath, sarcasm dripping from his voice.


Ooc: It sucks, but it's finally up, two months later? >> I believe it is Haz's turn now, yes?