12-16-2018, 11:15 PM
Harsh experience forced the cogs in his brain to spin like there was no tomorrow when he needed to think of solutions -- how else would a child last as long as he did in the merciless slums? Although he inevitably ran bone-dry out of wits when it came to his final hours, Beck prided himself on his cleverness. Too bad impulse and emotion took control more often than he preferred. Stirred from his thought by the exaggerated plea, he only acknowledged the four before him with an addled blink. What was he doing again? Recoiling back from their request for something unknown, the poltergeist shook himself free from the remnants of his common trance, cracking a chorus of joints in the violent process. His attention lagging behind as he retorted to the tail-end of Vigenere's comment, Beck murmured, "I-Is it s'posed to feel like anythin' else?" No emotion attached itself to his voice, much less any restored memory he salvaged from the gossip fluttering about his name.
The scrawny boy jerked his shoulders into a shrug without thought, glassy stare returning to Jim. Anything? A horrid grin stretched impossibly wide across his snout, the disfiguring scar of a cheek even twitching upwards for his cheshire smile as dozens of razor-blade teeth set in pallid gums exposed themselves. "We-ell, since ya asked so nice-nicely, Jimmy, why don'tcha face one of your fears?" Beck giggled, head twisting to the left as he popped his neck.
Having used up his best card so soon, his smile dropped to a pout, eyes scanning Vigenere's blurred form before deciding upon a suitable task for such a hard-ass. "Vig, ya get to do so-omethin' fun for everyone -- or at least whatever ya think is fun... like, like a game o-or a party or somethin'." He fought back a gag at his own suggestion; he hated parties, but as long as the captain of the guard would squirm under the idea of one, too, then it was worth it.
Two down, two to go. Leroy needed something that wouldn't strain him further, what with his recent stroke and all, but Beck didn't want to coddle him either. Beginning to visibly gnaw on the inside of his scabbed lip, Beck rolled his eyes back to stare at the clouds, eventually mumbling out through his teeth, "Le-eroy, ya gotta pull a prank for me, got it? A good one, too, but not -- not as good as mine." He refused to return his gaze from the heavens and back to earth, responding Mirabella with a watery cough that vaguely resembled a strangled sentence: "Ya should -- ya should, um, I du-unno... collect some herbs 'n' supplies for Kiira 'n' me before Morgan freezes everythin'. I'll help if, if ya need --" His stammering broke into a coughing fit, and he tucked his chin to his chest to avoid sputtering stale blood into Mira's face. With his lungs failing after straining his voice for too long, Beck clambered to his feet and turned to limp back into hiding, unless any stragglers sought to receive one of his lousy tasks as well.
[align=center]»――➤The scrawny boy jerked his shoulders into a shrug without thought, glassy stare returning to Jim. Anything? A horrid grin stretched impossibly wide across his snout, the disfiguring scar of a cheek even twitching upwards for his cheshire smile as dozens of razor-blade teeth set in pallid gums exposed themselves. "We-ell, since ya asked so nice-nicely, Jimmy, why don'tcha face one of your fears?" Beck giggled, head twisting to the left as he popped his neck.
Having used up his best card so soon, his smile dropped to a pout, eyes scanning Vigenere's blurred form before deciding upon a suitable task for such a hard-ass. "Vig, ya get to do so-omethin' fun for everyone -- or at least whatever ya think is fun... like, like a game o-or a party or somethin'." He fought back a gag at his own suggestion; he hated parties, but as long as the captain of the guard would squirm under the idea of one, too, then it was worth it.
Two down, two to go. Leroy needed something that wouldn't strain him further, what with his recent stroke and all, but Beck didn't want to coddle him either. Beginning to visibly gnaw on the inside of his scabbed lip, Beck rolled his eyes back to stare at the clouds, eventually mumbling out through his teeth, "Le-eroy, ya gotta pull a prank for me, got it? A good one, too, but not -- not as good as mine." He refused to return his gaze from the heavens and back to earth, responding Mirabella with a watery cough that vaguely resembled a strangled sentence: "Ya should -- ya should, um, I du-unno... collect some herbs 'n' supplies for Kiira 'n' me before Morgan freezes everythin'. I'll help if, if ya need --" His stammering broke into a coughing fit, and he tucked his chin to his chest to avoid sputtering stale blood into Mira's face. With his lungs failing after straining his voice for too long, Beck clambered to his feet and turned to limp back into hiding, unless any stragglers sought to receive one of his lousy tasks as well.