Out of Focus

Zeitgeist · 05-16-2012, 01:15 PM

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Leave me bleeding on the bed, see you right back here tomorrow, for the next round.Keep this scene inside your head, as the bruises turn to yellow, and the swelling goes down..

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Zeitgeist was uncertain of where to head to next. He didn't know the area but that had never particularly bothered him in his travels before. But then again all times before he had always been surrounded by commotion. Such wasn't happening this time. He wasn't at all used to how quiet the nights in this area was. After all he was in the middle of wilderness now rather than the structures of buildings. It was just a bit unsettling, especially since he had another to look after now. How far could he force Guillotine to walk before they found some semblance of what it was that they had left behind? He had no idea but he was growing concerned with dragging the young male all over.

An ear twitched when he heard the sound of another. Zeitgeist stiffened momentarily at the sound of the call. He considered rousing Guillotine but found himself unwilling to do so. The boy could really use this rest and Zeitgeist wasn't about to deprive him of it. Instead Zeitgeist relaxed once more and sent up his own call, the bayful sound that only a hound could make. After his return had cut off Zeitgeist peered around the area, checking all around to keep watch for this canine whom had chosen to announce their presence before it could even be seen.

Z was pretty much willing to do whatever it took in order to allow for Guillotine to get as much rest as he possibly could. Zeitgeist was pretty much used to constantly being on the move but he couldn't say for certain if the same could be said for the younger and smaller male that followed along with him. In truth he knew nothing about his charge for Guillotine wasn't one to speak about himself, or even speak about anything at all. Ever. Guillotine proved to be a silent companion despite Zeitgeist's early attempts at trying to draw the boy into conversation.

Zeitgeist brought his attention back from looking off at the cabin once again when he realized that there was another at the river with him. "Ciao Signora. Twas it your voice I caught by chance?" The Italian accent laced his words as it had been doing as of late. But then again it was pretty much standard for him to fall into the habit of tossing about Italian words amidst his English. He had spent most of his life living in Italy before he had moved to England and well, now he found himself here in Canada. While he could mimic the accents that he heard Italian was his natural one as well as the one that was most frequently used, especially around women as he found that most women seemed to enjoy the accent.

And if you're ever around, in the city or the suburbs, of this town,
Be sure to come around, I'll be wallowing in sorrow, wearing a frown,
like pierrot the clown.

Table by the Mentors!

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