Weston Alonso Ito
Shut up and dance with me.
Shapeshifter
Red Crowned Crane
Fulsi
Medic
INVENTORY Skills Empathy, Electricity, Flux
Weapons Chain, Knife
Items Outfit
pets Odette
|
Post by Weston Ito on Jun 9, 2016 19:44:59 GMT -5
“All done,” Weston said, as he finished wrapping a fresh bandage around a Tenderfoot’s waist. The girl was still shaking, even though her patrol had been ambushed two days ago. She couldn’t have been older than fourteen, and he felt a pang of sympathy for her; it was terrifying to be new here. Wes knew that as well as anyone. “You’ll be alright, Emma. Lay back down and get some rest.”
He took the bloody bandages to the waste pile and then turned to look around the medical wing. He sighed; it was going to be a long day. A rash of rogue attacks on the border had filled the entire floor of the building with injured Fulsi. Wes hoped the prison was full too, or they could expect more injuries in the coming days. Whoever these rogues were, they were quick and efficient, and worst of all, deadly.
Wes continued on his rounds, wondering for a moment how he’d gotten used to the chore of taking care of injured people. He remembered when the sight of blood would make him queasy; now, and more often than not, when he looked down at his hands they were covered in the blood of his ringmates. He picked up a damp rag from his work table and wiped his hands clean.
Behind him, a patient groaned loudly. Wes glanced over his shoulder at the omega lying in the cot. His face was twisted in pain, but his scraggly hair was tied back in a bun with little wildflowers tucked into it. No doubt the work of the redhead that came to visit him every day on Wes’s usual shift.
“You know, you’re lucky you had that healing ability hidden away; it would have been a lot worse,” Wes chided over his shoulder.
|
|
|
shapeshifter
Gypsy Vanner (Narwhal Mutation)
Fulsi
Head of Border Patrol
INVENTORY Skills Strength, Endurance, Agility, Hearing, Sonic
Weapons Brass Knuckles, Switchblade
Items Hair Brush, Scrunchy
|
Post by Damian Russo on Jun 9, 2016 21:13:26 GMT -5
Being the Head of Border Patrol was not an easy job, especially with broken ribs. There is a lot to do so early on that it pretty much consumed the entire day to guide people where to go on their scouting trips and go along with them. As of late it appeared there were a lot of attacks on the borders by rogues leaving Damian slightly short on people to actually do their required task. The only thing he knew to retaliate successfully was to make the scouting parties bigger so if they get ambushed there would be more people to protect each other. Damian did his best to know everybody's shift so he could pair them together that would compliment and balance out the respected party.
Today, Damian decided to stop working much earlier than normal since the pain was starting to make it too difficult. His scout party completely understood when he asked if it would be okay with them to leave and they wished him a speedy recovery. Every chance Damian had he used it to go visit his brother in the Medical ward of the Fulsi. Usually the only time he got to see Redd was at night so Damian was glad he could see him earlier to spend more time with him. Fulsi in the Medical team helped heal him a little bit when he visited as well. They could not do much since they can not physically reach his rib cage. Damian was grateful they were willing to try to provide him with some form of care.
Sweat drenched his shirt from how hot it was getting outside in the Menagerie. It was much better to be covered in sweat rather than blood like his previous shirt. Right after dropping off Redd in the nick of time to be saved Damian took off the shirt and burned it as fast as he could. No need to have a physical reminder of the event that took place. At first Damian thought he would feel horrible from taking someone's life for the first time. Knowing it was to protect someone he cared about erased any remorse he pondered he would feel about his actions.
Finally reaching his destination Damian took a deep breath when facing the entrance of the building. Guilt resided in him since Damian felt it was his own fault for Redd nearly dying. Telling Redd that he would not let him get injured and to have gone back on that promise killed Damian on the inside. Part of him wanted to ask his brother to forgive him for the pain he caused. The other stronger part made him feel too afraid to bring it up if his brother decided not to accept his apology and resent him for it. This circled around his mind every single time he visited so it always took him a moment to clear his thoughts. Damian knew this was not all about himself so when he visited Redd he wanted to make sure that showed.
After walking inside Damian paced around other injured Fulsi in their cots to get to Redd so he could sit with his brother to keep him company. Right when he got close to Redd's cot he recognized someone that took his breath away for a moment. A confused expression with a slight tilt of his head Damian could not believe his eyes. Damian wanted to believe that it was just dehydration playing tricks on his eyes. "Weston...?" He prayed that the man would not look back at him and actually be Weston.
|
|
|
Weston Alonso Ito
Shut up and dance with me.
Shapeshifter
Red Crowned Crane
Fulsi
Medic
INVENTORY Skills Empathy, Electricity, Flux
Weapons Chain, Knife
Items Outfit
pets Odette
|
Post by Weston Ito on Jun 13, 2016 21:51:22 GMT -5
The voice behind him made Weston freeze. He knew its owner before he turned around, and he hesitated before doing so. “Damian,” he spoke quietly, stunned at the sight of his old friend standing there before him. At the same time, Damian hardly even looked like the man he knew. He was sharper somehow, as if all the soft edges of his youth had been ground away by a hard life. Since he’d joined with the Fulsi, Weston had only seen the Head of Border Patrol from afar and not by coincidence.
He’d been dreading this moment for months now, ever since he’d learned that they shared a Ring. To say they’d parted on bad terms would be an understatement. It was the incident that had sent both of them to this place, and secretly it had been by Weston’s own call to UNIT. He thought about that day every day, first thing when he opened his eyes in the morning and found himself in the hellscape they were forced to live in. Every time he saw someone die before his eyes, and every time he danced alone, musicless, on the shambles of a stage at the Iron Curtain. What could have been, or would have been, if he hadn't been such a fool?
As he stood there now facing Damian, Wes tried desperately to read the other man’s eyes. Did he know? Or did he only remember the way Wes had recoiled at his touch? The disgust that had been written all over his face? Weston’s stomach flipped uncomfortably as the guilt and embarrassment set in on him. He cringed to think of the person he was all those years ago, but he couldn’t take back what had happened.
“It’s good to see you,” he said softly. It wasn’t exactly a lie. Wes ran a hand through his hair without thinking about it and brushed off his shirt, not making it look much better. Blood stains didn’t brush away so easily, but he hoped to look a little less disheveled.
“What… what are you doing here?”
|
|
|
shapeshifter
Gypsy Vanner (Narwhal Mutation)
Fulsi
Head of Border Patrol
INVENTORY Skills Strength, Endurance, Agility, Hearing, Sonic
Weapons Brass Knuckles, Switchblade
Items Hair Brush, Scrunchy
|
Post by Damian Russo on Jun 13, 2016 22:39:19 GMT -5
To see Weston again rushed in so many emotions and questions toward the man before him. After all these years of being in the Fulsi it was hard to imagine how had they not crossed paths before. Sizing Weston up and down the Fulsi Medic had a completely different energy to him. Sadness was the first emotion Damian could think of to describe how Weston looked. Living in an orphanage was a cake walk compared to living in the Menagerie and it completely showed just from gazing at every single Shifter trapped in the dome. There was no escape and Damian came to acceptance with that awhile back.
Damian noticed that his own hearing was enhanced so from focusing on Weston it felt as if his words were booming in his ear drums. For a moment Damian internally felt that if there was a God out there that this higher power was testing him while laughing at him. Normally, a person would respond 'It's good to see you, too,' but he damn well knew that was a lie so he did not plan on responding with that line. Instead, his reply was, "Wish I could say the same." An old resentment Damian thought he had gotten rid of apparently was still present. To be rejected as well as humiliated on top of that was a hard pill to swallow for a man fueled on pride.
"What am I doing here? Well, we can blame our previous roommate for that." Damian fully understood what Weston meant by his question. To immediately answer the question correctly just did not seem fun. Any form of sarcasm, aggression, or passive aggression was the easiest way Damian knew how to cope with uncomfortable situations. With his right arm Damian pointed to his brother laying in the cot behind Weston. "That's Redd. My brother. He was almost murdered so I decided to visit him while he recovers." Crossing his arms in front of his chest Damian decided to continue being rude. "One thing my brother taught me is to not yell at people intentionally trying to tear them down. He's great so I felt it was only best to save his life instead of abandoning them. It's only polite," he calmly spoke with the obvious intent of barely being passive aggressive at this point.
For years he thought of what he would want to say to Weston if they ever crossed paths again. The thought of it rolled around constantly in Damian's head in the beginning of his new life in the Menagerie. As time went on it rarely happened. Mostly at night Damian would think about it when feeling restless laying in bed. Never did Damian think this was how it was going to turn out. "So North. Damn. I meant East. Double damn. South. Still wrong. West! That's right." Damian was a bit proud of that line. "Why are you here? Are you visiting someone or just thinking how grateful you are that you're not one of the people in one of these cots?" Most definitely Damian never expected this to be the route it was going to go in
|
|
|
Weston Alonso Ito
Shut up and dance with me.
Shapeshifter
Red Crowned Crane
Fulsi
Medic
INVENTORY Skills Empathy, Electricity, Flux
Weapons Chain, Knife
Items Outfit
pets Odette
|
Post by Weston Ito on Jun 13, 2016 23:42:14 GMT -5
“Wish I could say the same.” Wes swallowed hard and diverted his gaze to the ground. Well. He deserved that, he supposed, but that didn’t dull the sting of Damian’s words. From the way he was talking, Wes knew that Damian hadn’t completely let go of what had happened between them. Fair enough, but it had been so long ago…They'd also been so young and vulnerable, with only each other to depend on. Wes began to understand the depth of his betrayal, now after all this time, and it made him feel sick, especially when Damian placed the blame on not Weston, but their roommate.
But there were bigger things to worry about here than hurt feelings, and Wes did his best to smother the glimmer of hope he’d had only a moment before. If Damian still hated him, then Wes would harden and shield himself.
“Well, it seems your brother’s my patient for today, actually,” Wes answered, trying to keep his words curt, and not dignifying Damian’s jokes or snappy remarks with a response. It was back to business then, if that’s how this had to go. He turned and walked to Redd’s bedside where the man had drifted back to sleep.
“Your brother’s a healer, you know. It’s probably the only reason he’s alive. That and our good work here,” Wes added. He took a moment to check Redd’s bandages and smiled at the sight of the clean cloth wrapped around his middle. “His wounds are healing nicely, but he’s still trying to recover his energy… as you can see,” Wes added, nodding at Redd as the man quietly began to snore. Wes silently cursed him for being asleep. At least if he was awake he could break this horrible tension that crackled between himself and Damian. He wondered if he should ask him to leave; technically Damian outranked him, so perhaps not a good idea. Besides that, Wes put himself in Damian’s shoes as best he could, and recognized that it might be comforting just to be near family, conscious or not.
A pang of loneliness hit him. He wouldn’t wish this imprisonment on anyone, but it had to be nice not to be alone in here.
“You want to sit with him for a while? I can get you some water if you'd like,” Wes offered. Even if they couldn't be friends now, he could at least try to be civil.
|
|
|
shapeshifter
Gypsy Vanner (Narwhal Mutation)
Fulsi
Head of Border Patrol
INVENTORY Skills Strength, Endurance, Agility, Hearing, Sonic
Weapons Brass Knuckles, Switchblade
Items Hair Brush, Scrunchy
|
Post by Damian Russo on Jun 18, 2016 18:19:36 GMT -5
Knowing that Weston was the one that had been taking care of Redd totally pissed Damian off. It blended between resentment as well as jealousy. Resentment from Damian not wanting Weston anywhere near Redd in any way. The jealousy of Damian wishing Weston was the one touching him in such intimate ways instead. Almost being killed was not one of those ways. Damian grinded his teeth when listening to Weston talking about Redd being a healer as well as how well Redd was doing. Normally, he would feel grateful for the fact that was the case. In the moment Damian felt like he was being talked down to. At present time pretty much every single emotion was irrational and misplaced. "Thank you for informing me about my brother. I'll make sure to take notes on how well you know him," he sniped back. "And thank you for pointing out the fact that Redd has a lack of energy. Being unconscious wasn't a good enough sign."
Even after all that Weston was still being polite by asking him if he wanted water which continuously infuriated Damian. If both of them were fighting Damian knew he could at least justify his actions. Whether he liked it or not Damian knew Weston was winning this battle by taking the high road. Damian was aware that he needed to apologize to Weston for his behavior, but it was easier to take out his anger about what happened to Redd, the guilt of not protecting his brother, and how he felt abandoned when Weston did not return his feelings so many years ago. "Yes, I came to sit with him for awhile. Certain as hell did not come to chat with you." Quickly, Damian paced forward to sit on the side of Redd's cot next to him. For a few seconds he had to be physically close to Weston just to reach the cot. As he turned his body sideways to take a seat Damian's hand touched Weston's for an instant making his heart beat like crazy.
At this point it became difficult to even look at Weston. Damian cupped his hands over his resting brother's hand while looking down at Redd's chest to distract himself from making eye contact. Impulsively Damian asked, "Why are you here and for how long? I have been here for years and never laid eyes on you. How is this possible?" A little harder Damian squeezed his hands against Redd's to keep some kind of composure. Vulnerability started to leak out and Damian knew the can of worms had opened with no going back. "Why now? I just don't get it," he questioned while shaking his head. "Have you been living in the Carna or Fallen territory before this? Have you been Rogue?"
|
|
|
Weston Alonso Ito
Shut up and dance with me.
Shapeshifter
Red Crowned Crane
Fulsi
Medic
INVENTORY Skills Empathy, Electricity, Flux
Weapons Chain, Knife
Items Outfit
pets Odette
|
Post by Weston Ito on Jun 22, 2016 19:14:17 GMT -5
Wes clenched his jaw and kept his gaze on Redd. He couldn’t look at Damian, not when he was being so bull-headed about everything. Weston had forgotten how infuriating he could be. They had been good friends most of the time, but whenever they’d argued, Damian had been the one with the short fuse. Wes on the other had, had spent most of his life learning to have his steely self-control. When he needed to let go, he channeled his emotions into something productive, usually dance.
He couldn’t very well dance at the moment though, and he turned to leave, to go find some other patient to check on or some supplies to organize. But Damian brushed past him at the same moment, and Wes felt a rush of electricity set all he hairs on his arm on end as their hands touched in passing. He pulled his arm away sharply and continued on his way to the door.
Damian’s words stopped him. He sounded different, more like the Damian that Wes remembered. He turned back and observed his old friend for a moment, wondering how he could have ever been hopeful that the man had died.
“I was a rogue actually. I sorta jumped from group to group to survive. Found people that would keep me safe,” Wes replied. “It was a hard life, mostly on the move. But I was always near here, keeping in the loop with the Rings.”
The next part was a bit more complicated. “I...I knew you were here. I wanted to join up, but I knew this is what waited for me, when you finally found me. I joined because I heard you were gone. Temporarily it seems now. But I didn’t want this.”
Wes sighed, leaning in the doorway. “I didn’t want to see the hate in your eyes when you looked at me.”
|
|
|
shapeshifter
Gypsy Vanner (Narwhal Mutation)
Fulsi
Head of Border Patrol
INVENTORY Skills Strength, Endurance, Agility, Hearing, Sonic
Weapons Brass Knuckles, Switchblade
Items Hair Brush, Scrunchy
|
Post by Damian Russo on Jun 30, 2016 14:31:18 GMT -5
Every word Wes spoke to him were like little needles poking at him all over. Small tinges of pain having to hear everything. A cringe displayed across his face that Damian tried his best not to openly display. Damian realized he should have been more careful for what he wished for because he clearly got it. After all this time he finally got the answers he craved for. "Yes, I was gone. Whether you wanted it to end up like this it did," he barely spoke through his teeth since his jaw was clenched so tight. This was not how he wanted this reunion to go either.
Damian focused on making sure his body didn't tremor since the encounter began to start becoming too much to handle. His face burned from turning so red due to holding back from yelling at Weston. "Will you please just leave already? I came here to spend time with Redd, not you. I'll make sure to call you if he needs anything." It was easier to just dismiss Weston instead of having an adult conversation about everything that happened. Almost losing his brother added more stress into his life that he could barely handle. This was how it had to end for Damian and he fully accepted it.
|
|
|
Weston Alonso Ito
Shut up and dance with me.
Shapeshifter
Red Crowned Crane
Fulsi
Medic
INVENTORY Skills Empathy, Electricity, Flux
Weapons Chain, Knife
Items Outfit
pets Odette
|
Post by Weston Ito on Jun 30, 2016 15:33:59 GMT -5
For once, Wes was glad to be brushed off. He turned and left without another word, though plenty of words echoed in his head, begging to be spoken. But he wouldn’t give Damian the satisfaction of knowing that he’d gotten under Weston’s skin. No, he would do what he normally did and keep his cool.
He paused a little ways down the hall and spent a moment taking deep breaths, only allowing himself to be upset for that minute. And then he was fine, and it was all buried away to be dealt with at some other time. With a stony face, he continued on with his rounds. There were other people who needed his help; he wouldn’t waste his time on someone who didn’t want it.
ooc; END THREAD!
|
|
|