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Post by Helen on Dec 15, 2010 19:28:30 GMT -5
Yeah, Helen supposed the dog was fine. As long as he didn't in any way, shape or form harmed the reminder Henry might still be alive. She didn't reply back, but was glad that she could think harder about what happened.
Henry was surprised that Garnar didn't comeback with sassy remark. He was surprised the dog had actually seemed to like Helen and Hershel. The only thing they had in common, of course. But now, Clopin was going to kill him. Henry's final moments of life probably. Henry said nothing.
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Post by Garnar on Dec 15, 2010 19:31:12 GMT -5
"now" Garnar said turning back to Henry "James would you like to say anything to me for called me a dumb-ass" the dog stated his brown eyes watching the boy moving closer to him
(OOC: still waiting for that drama ;D)
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Post by Helen on Dec 15, 2010 19:36:20 GMT -5
"Henry and Helen are gonna be my last words." Henry muttered to himself, not paying attention to the dog. The few things of his life that he loved. Himself, and Helen. He had Helen by his side, and he lost her now. Then he had himself. Henry. Henry was no longer though, only James existed. Henry Connor didn't exist. He was dead. There was only James Anderson. James. Not Henry, orphan and son of Chemley. James, son of Mr. and Mrs. Connor, brother of Betty Connor. Betty, what a sister she was.
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Post by Clopin on Dec 15, 2010 19:37:13 GMT -5
(OOC: Could we wait for Puck, please?  ) |
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Post by Garnar on Dec 15, 2010 19:38:56 GMT -5
(OOC: sure thing mate *waits*)
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Post by Helen on Dec 15, 2010 19:39:12 GMT -5
((Yes, we can wait for Puck))
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Post by Puck on Dec 15, 2010 20:57:50 GMT -5
((ooc: Sorry! I was in the shower ^^ ) Puck narrowed his eyes at James, glancing at Clopin's dagger from the corner of his eye. This boy...something as seriously up with him. Puck didn't know what it was, but it was something that was going to be dealt with...now. "Alright, Clopin, what do you think the punishment for this sort of thing should be?" Puck smiled coolly, eyes half-closed in a malicious expression. |
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Post by Garnar on Dec 15, 2010 22:09:18 GMT -5
"I think that he should lose a body part" garnar growls lungeing at henry his teeth bared
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Post by Red on Dec 17, 2010 21:19:50 GMT -5
A body part? Now, Chemley was bad, but not wanting to rip off Henry's limbs or anything, jeez! Psychotic people and dog. Henry was dead, that's what his punishment would be. This time, though, he spoke not a word. He said his last words, and he wouldn't speak again. He wasn't going to ruin his final moments with a sass remark. Henry wondered if his father would've cared some days. Heck, he wondered if his mother cared if she was still alive. You'll see her again soon, Henry. Don't worry about that. That thought was gone as he heard a sudden noise from the door.
"Please, don't hurt him! If you hurt him, it's like killing Henry all over again!" were words that came from beyond the door. Helen. He could her soft crying after she said that. "I can't, I won't let an important memory die because of one mistake. I've already lost something dear to me because of that."
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Post by Garnar on Dec 18, 2010 17:08:44 GMT -5
Garnar teeth latch on to Henry's pant leg as he rips into it growling madly
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Post by Red on Dec 19, 2010 14:28:34 GMT -5
Was this dog not listening to Helen? No, Garnar didn't care about Helen. He. Did. Not. Care. Henry would stand up for her no matter what. She stood up for him, he'd stand up for her. She told off his father, he would make sure Garnar listened to her. "Dammit dog, did you not hear her?" Henry said as he kicked the dog with his other leg. "She said to knock it off with attacks."
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Post by Puck on Dec 19, 2010 14:31:18 GMT -5
Puck's eyes widened as James kicked the little dog in the side. Taking a step forward, he grabbed the boy by the collar.
"I'd advise you not to do that again," he said darkly, his grip becoming tighter. "Now, you had better start talking. Before I do something that I'll regret," he held up his free hand, a green ball of light glowing in his palm.
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Post by Helen on Dec 19, 2010 14:46:52 GMT -5
Henry. Helen needed some sort of memory of him, and she didn't care if she got killed in the process of saving James. At least she would have a memory of Henry before she died. She took a deep breath to keep herself from sobbing, opening the door and bursting inside.
"Start talking? Let's think of it this way, shall we? I lost everything already. I lost my best friend, my parents, some of my memory. This dog has not lost his life, has he? You want money? I got plenty of it. You want my life taken? Go ahead. Just know that Helen back there will lose Henry again once you kill me again. She's already lost so much, why not kill me for real this time?" Henry spoke as he looked at Puck. Henry wasn't James. He was Henry. He only glanced at Helen, then looked back at Puck.
"Henry." Helen whispered. From what he said, this really was Henry. Henry had lost his father's trust, lost his mother, and he lost Helen.
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Post by Garnar on Dec 19, 2010 16:55:41 GMT -5
Dammit dog, did you not hear her?" Henry said as he kicked the dog with his other leg. "She said to knock it off with attacks." Yelping in pain Garnar hits the ground a few feet away he lays there his eyes half open trying to take in what just happend to him. |
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Post by Clopin on Dec 19, 2010 17:54:57 GMT -5
"Tsk, tsk." Clopin said, wagging his index finger. He then looked to Henry. "My, you're quite the idiotic one, aren't you? Nothing like the oafish guards I used to fend off. But you're all still the same. Injuring those you loathe." Clopin growled. He was not going to wait for this kid's explanation. With that, he slowly pulled a long rope out of his pocket, with a loop at the very end, forming a noose.
"So, how would you like to die? Fast? Slow? Or shall I take your head clean off?" Clopin asked.
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