Post by Cayran on Jul 15, 2015 3:51:49 GMT
.SCHWINN.
This wasn’t the first time he stumbled through the slums, nor would it be his last. Schwinn was just glad to be standing - in fact, he was glad he managed to still have all of his teeth. Heavyside knows he took enough punches to the face to warrant a lost tooth or two, but he had been lucky; extremely so.
Wheezing, the black and white tom passed a few mangy looking queens and smirked at the look they gave him. He proceeded on with a short wave and a “you should see the other guy” before leaving them to their “nightly business,” because you’d have to be plum stupid to not know what they’d be getting into later that night. He had once thought about paying one of them for their services, but despite all of his “craziness”, Schwinn preferred a clean partner. Besides, no one had dared him to sleep with one of them, so he had nothing to prove by doing it.
Having finally made it to what most considered the border of hench territory, Schwinn slumped against the side walk, head tilted back against a brick wall as he coughed. Blood splattered across his fingers and turned his lips red, and he prodded at his rib cage with, feeling a few unwanted indentions. Great, he thought, an airy chuckle passing his lips as he blinked up towards the night sky, they’re going to sit me out for a whole freakin’ month now.
God, if only he could be that still. The healers might tell him to take it easy, but he wasn’t the sort that idlely sat and twiddled his thumbs. Oh hell no. The head healer had once threatened to chain his gangly ass to a bed if he wouldn’t behave himself and lay down, but to him, such threats were empty. They couldn’t force him to do anything he didn’t want. He liked to think they showed concern because he was an asset that couldn’t be replaced; however, there were enough henches wandering about that he could be replaced ten times over if need be. But they wouldn’t. The boss man’s son had recruited him after all, that had to stand for something, yeah?
Trying to hold back another wet cough, Schwinn glanced around him, trying to decide if he wanted to attempt the trek all the way back to the warehouse, or crash where he was. The part of him he seemed to side with the most told him that he could do it - it was only a few more blocks - but the more reasonable side of him told him to wait till morning. Either way, he needed to decide fast, that way he could find a nice hole to crawl into should he decide to sleep out amongst the stars.
This wasn’t the first time he stumbled through the slums, nor would it be his last. Schwinn was just glad to be standing - in fact, he was glad he managed to still have all of his teeth. Heavyside knows he took enough punches to the face to warrant a lost tooth or two, but he had been lucky; extremely so.
Wheezing, the black and white tom passed a few mangy looking queens and smirked at the look they gave him. He proceeded on with a short wave and a “you should see the other guy” before leaving them to their “nightly business,” because you’d have to be plum stupid to not know what they’d be getting into later that night. He had once thought about paying one of them for their services, but despite all of his “craziness”, Schwinn preferred a clean partner. Besides, no one had dared him to sleep with one of them, so he had nothing to prove by doing it.
Having finally made it to what most considered the border of hench territory, Schwinn slumped against the side walk, head tilted back against a brick wall as he coughed. Blood splattered across his fingers and turned his lips red, and he prodded at his rib cage with, feeling a few unwanted indentions. Great, he thought, an airy chuckle passing his lips as he blinked up towards the night sky, they’re going to sit me out for a whole freakin’ month now.
God, if only he could be that still. The healers might tell him to take it easy, but he wasn’t the sort that idlely sat and twiddled his thumbs. Oh hell no. The head healer had once threatened to chain his gangly ass to a bed if he wouldn’t behave himself and lay down, but to him, such threats were empty. They couldn’t force him to do anything he didn’t want. He liked to think they showed concern because he was an asset that couldn’t be replaced; however, there were enough henches wandering about that he could be replaced ten times over if need be. But they wouldn’t. The boss man’s son had recruited him after all, that had to stand for something, yeah?
Trying to hold back another wet cough, Schwinn glanced around him, trying to decide if he wanted to attempt the trek all the way back to the warehouse, or crash where he was. The part of him he seemed to side with the most told him that he could do it - it was only a few more blocks - but the more reasonable side of him told him to wait till morning. Either way, he needed to decide fast, that way he could find a nice hole to crawl into should he decide to sleep out amongst the stars.
though I will happily take it as a euphemism for his "royal" attitude! )
