-Los Angeles, Somewhere in a not so good area.
-12:43 P.M
-Corlys P.O.V
One moment, canons had been going off outside, he had been able to hear it from within the small cell though for the most part he'd been in such a state he was hardly mentally there. Detaching from his own situation enough to keep breathing and ignore the ache of hunger in his belly and his stiff limbs, that every breath sent pain shoot through his core from the rib fractures, and lastly that he was indeed likely to face death soon if Daemon and Rhaenyra did not prevail.
However at some point, as his dark hues finally moved to follow a small roach scampering across the floor he felt a hard jolt. Like some sort of energy had struck him from behind. Gods be damned it certainly felt like a stab in the back, everything around him like he was having some sort of a black out, or seizure then suddenly, his eyes were opening and he was laying on his back. Somewhere hard at this, even the floors of the prison had not been so…. Well for lack of a better word uncomfortable. Rolling slowly and squinting it was about then be realized it was because it was a bunch of small rocks behind, some sort of long grossly yellow building. The sounds of a dog barking nearby the only other current sounds he could hear really.
Slowly moving to sit he double checked his wrists just as if to convince himself he wasn't dreaming. No chain, the bandages about his ribs still in place, his pants both dirty and bloodied and torn from battle and his boots were still in place. Everything felt normal save for … well he certainly wasn't in a dungeon any longer.
Pushing from the ground he slowly assessed what he could see. MANY of these small buildings that looked like rather hideous boxes. A few more dogs barking in the distance and as he'd begun to move for the side of one something moved past on the road. What the!? Music blared from within it and as far as he could tell it was moving, making a strange noise. How had someone gotten something that looked like some sort of carriage to move .. by ITSELF!
To be honest for a moment just trying to see he'd forgotten even to pay attention to the rest of his surrounding so that being said it wasn't until he'd stepped closed out from behind the strange box that he heard a sort of click. Eye's slowly moving he found himself staring straight at five, men. Oh and one of the loud dogs, now snarling in a chain one held. The others pointing some small black devices at him that though they looked strange, their body language nearly told him what they could be.
"You're snoopin around the wrong neighborhood fuckin nigger" One started. Gods why did he have all those tattooed in his face and head! Surely he didn't think that looked good! That and whatever they had called him really confused him but he could at least sense the hostility.
Hands moving up as if in defence he sort of glanced past them. This wasn't good. None of this was good and he had no real idea where he was which was even more concerning. Or how he'd gotten there! "Well I can assure you it was not on purpose… so if you don't mind I believe I'll just be on my way. Before this gets… messier than it needs to be" Corlys finally replied, unsure of what else he could even say. These certainly weren't people he wished to stick around for to long.
"Bro! A proper mother fucking nigga! I didn't even know such things existed!!!" A second suddenly burst out laughing. That one's teeth were awful, surely he some sort of disease. Well that definitely spoke volumes. Whoever these people were they were of low standings if proper was something to be laughed at.
"I don't think you get it bitch! This is OUR fuckin park so I don't care what fuckin fancy fag train you fell off of …. You fucked up mother fucker!" This one was so fat Corlys honestly marvelled he was still able to fucking walk! Goodness! His judgement probably showed to for it only made the other suddenly advance, that little thing in his hand pointing at his face. Yes, certainly a weapon! Unfortunately, he still lacked his own…..
"You got something to say fuckin albino ape!!" The guy snarled, hand suddenly snatching a hold of Corlys shirt tightly. Shit! This was getting out of hand. A glare now on his face Corlys finally sort of chuckled "Well only that you should really be careful with your weight. I dare say the only man I've ever mat that obese died in his sleep quite early. He also wasn't a very good fighter. So easy to…. Topple over" Corlys replied a more cheeky smirk crossing his face.
That was all it took, the fat guy was suddenly smack his thing down hard and gods did it hurt across the nose. Left Corlys stunned for a moment before his eyes moved up just in time to see him pointing it, was it going to… click. Nothing happened and the guy was suddenly snarling about it being jammed, however two more were soon heading straight for him.
Jammed? So something was supposed to come out of…. Oh fuck!!! And one of the others was raising his instead. As this one boomed Corlys had went darting as fast as he could towards one of the weird floating box things, ducking behind it and sure as shit something had hit the weird box. Several times actually….
Well of they were anything like arrows he didn't wish to find out so moving as best he could he was soon running across the road, the blasts soon echoing off another car as he ran behind it and ducked. What in the small fluffy rat shit!!? A small creature was suddenly running at him now from another of the boxes and soon be was simply making a mad dash, the closest thing a large wooden fence he was soon grasping and scrambling up before crashing down hard into the dirt of an ally on the other side. For a moment simply stunned as pain shot through his ribs from such a hard fall.
He could hear shouting though so, he certainly didn't have a lot of time to worry about….. well…. This….. moving to stumble up he was soon using the wood fence to steady himself as he moved quickly down the ally.
-Time Skip-
Talk about a rush, he'd made it a good ways from that area now, stumbled down some sort of rocky area, and across a bridge damn near covered with those strange things. Moving boxes, that's about all he could thing of. By now reality had very much settled in what with a few people shouting things at him that certainly confused him and the area around him. It was, confusing…. More than that honestly. Granted he was at least glad to be free, alive, and well other than his exhaustion and his ribs aching he
didn't wish to complain.
Now, after passing the bridge things had slowly begun to go from bad, to somewhat confusing to so much worse. He'd made to mistake of asking someone for directions, a few people in fact and, then came the strange men in blue outfits who'd demanded to know who he was, proceeded to grab him and, well he wasn't about to go through jail again as they called it! And what was a loony bin! Thankfully only being two of them and Corlys was quite clever he'd shoved one into a woman passing and the other? Well he'd be feeling that for awhile yet! Gods more running! He wasn't sure how much longer he could do this!
Bolting through a large open gate and ignoring a woman who shouted something about paying he was soon in a rather brightly lit area. Water, so blue it may have been mesmerizing had he not heard more shouting from behind him somewhere and several people were scattering, looking on at him as if he was some sort of criminal. How enduring! Freedom, some place unknown and still this!? Slowing for a moment he tried to catch his, breath, hard considering gods it hurt so badly! Moving a hand to hold his side his head soon dropped for a moment until. Well he heard another shout and loud blaring noises behind him. Looking through the metal fence he saw two more of those men from before. Pointing and shouting for him to stop.
"Fuck me into the grave this is never ending!" He groaned out loud and whirling rather fast he went to push past several people. Oops! He heard a shout as someone hit the water a bit hard! Well, that's unfortunate!
Still he hadn't time for that and he was soon moving as fast as he could for a small building ahead, still shoving through people a bit hard to escape. Hopefully with this many people perhaps he'd go unseen? Least…. That was the hope right!?
It wasn't often that Nathaniel decided to stay in a fleabag motel. He still couldn't believe his client was fighting to KEEP this place! As far as Nathaniel was concerned, he should let it be torn down, along with the rest of this godforsaken neighborhood. And oh look, now there was some sort of riot. Some older man was making a run for the lobby--
Wait, why was he dressed so strangely?
Nathaniel strode purposefully over to the man. "Excuse me, sir?" he inquired. "Would you come with me, please? I believe we had a meeting. Nathaniel Plimpton, at your service." He smiled, put an arm around the man's shoulders, and steered him towards the room Nathaniel had rented for the weekend.
"What's going on?" he asked quietly.
The look on Corlys's face as the stranger appeared out of nowhere was probably one for the record books of most shocked and confused as the younger man directed him away and towards a door into the building. Ok what the hell was he doing following some guy!? Well frankly it did seem like a good quick escape until he was in the room, the door was closing and he didn't see a way out. Eye's shooting to the blonde as he heard him speak he heaved a big of a sigh. "You're asking me? Thirty minutes ago I was in a fucking cell, now I'm hear, and the last person I asked trying to figure out where hear was merely called me a loon and started... " He paused for a moment looking all to frustrated "That .." he added merely gesturing back at the door. Ok he probably sounded a bit more pissed than he'd meant to but let's face it? He had apparently managed to catch unwanted attention in a place where.... Well he still wasn't even sure where HERE even was!!!
Nathaniel held his hands up placatingly. "Okay. We're in Los Angeles, in one of the worse neighborhoods. I'm not sure what just happened, but the people here... if you call them that," he snorted derisively, "seem to be easily riled up. Did they hurt you?"
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