08-12-2008, 10:01 PM
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“SHUT UP,!” Laurel screamed back at him, finding the scratchy sound of his voice up close to be all the more annoying and harsh on his own ears. What he did next was simply out of irritation, out of a sudden burst of anger that wouldn't have otherwise been there—he squarely punched the blonde in the back of the head. It certainly would make dragging him back easier, but there was the case of what to do with him. Standing back up, the glass beads in his hair clicked together, revealing the pulse of a headache that had started to brew. Pulling him along by the belt that bound his arms together, the walk back to the campsite was far too short and it was eerily quiet. But the perfect idea dawned on him as he approached the shack, remembering the small shed beside it where he had intended to store wood. It would do, it would have to do—Laurel sure as hell didn't want Crazy running loose while he was that sick. Dragging the blonde inside, Laurel left him to lay in a heap and pulled the door firmly shut.
When Ahren would wake, he'd be in a world of pain either way.
“SHUT UP,!” Laurel screamed back at him, finding the scratchy sound of his voice up close to be all the more annoying and harsh on his own ears. What he did next was simply out of irritation, out of a sudden burst of anger that wouldn't have otherwise been there—he squarely punched the blonde in the back of the head. It certainly would make dragging him back easier, but there was the case of what to do with him. Standing back up, the glass beads in his hair clicked together, revealing the pulse of a headache that had started to brew. Pulling him along by the belt that bound his arms together, the walk back to the campsite was far too short and it was eerily quiet. But the perfect idea dawned on him as he approached the shack, remembering the small shed beside it where he had intended to store wood. It would do, it would have to do—Laurel sure as hell didn't want Crazy running loose while he was that sick. Dragging the blonde inside, Laurel left him to lay in a heap and pulled the door firmly shut.
When Ahren would wake, he'd be in a world of pain either way.