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[Yony Helsha Katana]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 500px; background: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TSGO/SeizeTheDay/Skull2.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] . Just fear me, love me And I will be your slave Do as I say New Haven was hell. A second chance at life? Bullshit. It was hell. He was trapped here. Why had he been sent to hell? Surely one measely little murder didn't... okay so it was two murders... but was it really his fault that the other chick had decided to interupt? Or maybe he was here because of Kailey. An innocent 8 year old. He shuddered as he thought of all the things he'd been made to do to his little sister. Everything that had been done to him he had done to her... his poor Kailey. He'd released Kailey though. It had been a mercy. Surely the almighty knew that? He'd risked punishment himself for setting his sister free of her hell. He'd always thought death was not a punishment. A released from the pain of living. And now, he was being forced to live forever. Here. In Hell. This was hell for no other reason than this. He hoped that Kailey had not been made to suffer this way. But he supposed he should take it like a man. This punishment was no different than any other. At least in this one, his pain was his own. He was not hurting his sister or his brother here. They were both free. He'd done what he could for them. Yony walked silently down the streets of New Haven Hell in silence. He had not spoken a word to anyone since his arrival there only a scant 10 days before. Why should he speak to anyone? They were his captors. Tucking his hands into his pockets as he walked, he turned his eyes to the store windows. He paused in front of one, turning to look into the windows. What beauty. Perhaps this Hell could be rectified after all. He turned at that point, heading back towards the door, pulling it open, he headed towards the most beautiful thing he'd seen since arriving in Hell. It would be his. The bell over the door announced his arrival as he walked into the store towards the counter, leaning forward, he let a small smile creep over his features. He clasped his hands on the countertop and watched the other male. "Hello... you free?" he asked, watching the other male carefully. "I couldn't help but notice that you seemed to be sitting here doing absolutely nothing productive..." he stated easily, tilting his head just a little bit. He clicked his tongue ring against his teeth slightly as he waited for the other male to ecknowledge him. "I'm kind of new here and was wondering what your policies in this place was." Surely they weren't going to hold to the same standards since everyone there was pretty much dead anyway. And frozen in time. Because if they were going to make him wait until he turned 18 for a tattoo? It meant he'd never get one because he'd never actually be 18. That would suck ass. He narrowed his eyes slightly at the thought. It wasn't like they could have a parent or guardian sign off on it either. Not that he'd ever done that before anyway. Of course, he had no tattoos... only scars. And piercings. But he'd done all his own piercings himself. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced over to see another rather tallish male approaching them and move behind the counter. Nearly every part of him that Yony could see save his face was covered with tattoos. And he moved behind the man at the counter to whom he was speaking and leaned in as if to say something to him. "Excuse me, I wasn't asking for you to butt into this conversation, asshole. Get lost," he growled at the male who straightened and glared at him. "You don't scare me," Yony stated honestly. He turned his attention back to the other male once more, thinking of all the delightful things he'd like to do to him. Run his fingers through that long black hair, perhaps... he liked those with longer hair... much better maneuverability. Something easier to grab a hold of. "So... where were we?" he asked, smirking slightly as he watched the other male carefully, leaning more over the counter towards him. Oh yes... this gorgeous male would be his. At least for a little while until he got bored. But he needed something to pass the time with, didn't he? words ;; 759 ;; tagged ;; kyler ;; outfit ;; clicky ;; date ;; 12/8/2013 - 4:00PM template made by emrysdaelan of Caution 2.0! keep credit or angry badgers will nom your face off!

[Kyler Ian Haile]

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Kyler flicked his hair out of his eyes as he glanced over the schedule book for the day, absently toying with one of thes suspender straps that dangled down by his legs instead of being up on his shoulders as they probably should have been. He hummed a little, tapping the pen next to the square for Sunday. He was trying to decide what the work schedule should be for the upcoming week. "D'you wanna work Wednesday night? It'd be just the two of us, but it should be slow," he said to STryker, knowing that his employee was somewhere in listening range. Kyler was actually quite impressed with Stryker's skills when it came to tattooing, and had no doubt that the other man would have his own lisence to legally do tattoos in a very short amount of time. That was something that rarely happened. On a personal level, he was still not fully sure what he thought of Stryker. The man was a very, very good lay, but they did not know much about one another still. Ky was unsure what to do with his want to know more about the other man, though. It was probably better to keep a slight distance; though, if he was honest, he would not say "no" to another fling... or two. He opened his mouth to say something else, but was cut off by the sound of the bell above the door, drawing Kyler's attention to it. He nodded a little in response to the blond teen's greeting, absently wetting his darkened lips before saying, "Well, you've got to at least be eighteen; not physical age, obviously, but have to have been in existance for at least eighteen years for a tattoo. Piercings are free range s'long as you're over thirteen, though." Kyler's policy on at least being eighteen was simply because of the fact nine times out of ten, any decisions on tattoos before then would be regretted. Ky, himself, did not regret a single one of his tattoos; they all held meaning, but that did not mean that everyone would be the same, and he would be very disappointed if he had to hear one of his works got removed. "Whoa, dude, chill. This is Stryker, and he's actually the one who is free today." Kyler was lying a bit, but when someone came in and started to zero in on him and reacted badly to someone else in the room, that was usually a sign to Kyler that distance would probably be a good thing. One time a co-worker had ignored something like that, and she ended up being stalked by the dude that she had inked. It was no good. He really did not like risking things like that, and one of the safety rules the entire staff had was if someone made you uncomfortable, hand them off to someone else, or tell them to leave. They had complete right to deny service to anyone that came in. Ky was not sure if it was just him, or if it was this blond guy; but, something did not feel quite right. So, he would let Stryker kind of decide whether or not the guy was okay to be there. Sometimes, a person just got an odd feeling from someone else that did not amount to anything; but, Ky was not one to take chances, not after what had happened before he died, the night he'd died. Ky had been rather careless. He did not want anything similar to happen again. Sure, he could not die again; but, that did not mean he could not get hurt.

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[Yony Helsha Katana]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 500px; background: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TSGO/SeizeTheDay/Skull2.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] . Just fear me, love me And I will be your slave Do as I say Yony watched as that beautiful pink tongue dart out over painted lips and he urged to reach out and grab it. He wanted to feel it between his teeth as his incisors pierced delicate flesh. His eyes were bright as he watched the other male as he stated that he had to be 18 for a tattoo... well, at least they didn't mean physically. Perhaps he'd get another piercing then. Nose perhaps. He smirked slightly, still watching the other male and ignoring the asshole who thought he was good enough to enter into the conversation. "Well... I was thinking maybe of getting my nose pierced to go with the rest of my piercings..." he stated easily until the man across from him was telling him that he needed to chill out in regards to the other male. "I didn't ask if he was free, I asked if you were free. I can come back later if there's a scheduling conflict," he stated matter-of-factly, not once bothering to look at the one now dubbed Stryker. "How about tomorrow? Give me a time and I'll come back." He'd even skip school if he had to in order to come back to this lovely male. He tilted his head as he waited for the other's answer. "What's your name, by the way? Mine is Yony. Yony Katana." He was already bound and determined that he was going to damn well have this pretty male in front of him. Of course, his attention on the male was broken when the other male decided that he just had to try and talk again. He narrowed his eyes and glared at the other male. "You know, babe... I don't think we should let the kid get anything. You should get the fuck outta this shop you rude ass little kid. Come back when you can learn some respect. 'Cause obviously if you're young enough to be that rude and inconsiderate, you're not old enough to make the responsible choices that you'd have to make to have anything done here." The man called Stryker placed his hands on his bony little hips like he thought that was going to intimidate Yony. Yony's eyes narrowed a bit more before he turned his attention back towards the other male. He really didn't give much of a flying shit about what the asshole wanted. He was only focused on what the pretty male was going to say. He would have him no matter what, but it would just be so much simpler if the male would just submit. "So... what time tomorrow are you free?" he asked again, smirking once more, ignoring Stryker, even as he started moving around the counter. He turned quickly, snatching his arm from out of Stryker's grasp. "Get the fuck off me, asswipe," he growled, shoving Stryker back away from him. "I'm not dealing with you. I'm talking to him. So butt the fuck out." With that, he turned back to Kyler. "Do your coworkers always try and steal the spotlight away from you?" he asked, arching a brow before suddenly, his arms were pinned to his side as Stryker's arms came around his torso and he was actually lifted up off of the ground. "Put me down, damn it!" Yony yelled, kicking out as he was carried backwards until he heard the bell above the door and he was suddenly sitting on the sidewalk, looking up at Stryker. "You need to learn the proper respect for people kid. You're a little big for your breeches right now, come back in a couple of years when you've mellowed down." Stryker told to the blond male and he narrowed his eyes at the male as the door closed again. He got to his feet, brushing off his pants before he moved away from the windows of the door and into the back alley, leaning against the wall. He will definitely have that pretty boy. He'd just have to wait a little while. But he wouldn't be in that shop with his little protector for very long, Yony wagered... words ;; 722 ;; tagged ;; kyler ;; outfit ;; clicky ;; date ;; 12/8/2013 - 4:00 PM template made by emrysdaelan of Caution 2.0! keep credit or angry badgers will nom your face off!

[Kyler Ian Haile]

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Kyler's brow rose a little as the blond teen insisted he wanted to know only about Kyler's schedule. That definitely set off warning signals if nothing else did. "'M actually booked for quite some time. You'd get things done faster if one of the others got to it," he said, not biting on the name question. However, he was quite amused as Stryker called him "babe". Between all the neutral placeholders, like "dude" or "man", Stryker chose "babe". He had never been fond of that name, always thinking about that movie with the pig, but the fact that Stryker used a term of endearment at all was what amused the shop owner. He'd have to question it later. He did not say a thing as Stryker started to lead the other boy out of the shop. Ky really did not want him there, anyway. "Actually, I believe I turned the floor over to him when I told you he was the one who was free." Kyler flicked his hair out of his eyes and grabbed his open energy drink to take a sip as Stryker actually carried the blond out of the shop. Personally, he did not like confrontation or fighting or anything. However, he was not going to stop Stryker from using force to get the kid out. There really was just something about him that gave Kyler the creeps. Maybe it was his eyes. Whatever it was, Kyler was glad he was gone. "So, 'babe', huh?" he questioned with a smirk, dropping his empty drink can into the trash behind the desk. He ran a hand through his hair to brush the dark strands out of his eyes, walking over to the closet to grab his jacket out of it. "Mind watching the place for a few minutes? I need to step out back for a smoke before the next appointment gets here. We can talk more about your interesting pet names, later." Kyler shrugged the coat on and checked the pockets to make sure he had his lighter and cigarettes before heading out back. He left his cell phone back inside, not seeing the need to have it, and shut the door after himself as he stepped into the alley back behind the building. With an inaudible sigh, the young man lit up a cigarette and leaned back against the wall. He was still trying to figure out what about that kid seemed so off. It was just... odd. Maybe he was just freaking himself out over nothing, though. That was a high possibility.

OUTFIT: here NOTES: eeeeew way too short.i

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[Yony Helsha Katana]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 500px; background: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TSGO/SeizeTheDay/Skull2.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] . Just fear me, love me And I will be your slave Do as I say Yony leaned against the wall, closing his eyes slightly. He didn't believe that the other male was fully booked for that long, he was lying. Yony hated being lied to. Like he really gave a flying fuck about the one called Stryker being 'invited' into the conversation by the pretty male. He needed a name for his newest target. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back to rest on the brick wall of the shop. Cookie. Yes, that would be the name of his newest darling. He looked like he tasted good. Just like a sweet little cookie. His tongue slowly slid from between his lips, oh the devinity. He ached to taste him. To watch the crimson drops run across pale skin. A small smirk slid over the features of the blond-haired asian. Such beauty in its most basic form. Artistic in a way that inkblots could never be. So many patterns... because the blood was alive, just as the human body it flowed from. He hissed softly in pleasure at the very thought. He turned his head, ear to the wall. The voices were faint, but he could hear them. He kept his eyes close, focusing more on the muffled voices. Apparently Cookie wasn't to pleased with the nickname of 'babe'. So they weren't in a relationship as the one called Stryker would have liked Yony to think. Only coworkers then. He smirked slightly. Perfection. And then Cookie was voicing his intent to go out for a cigarette before the next appointment. Yony's eyes opened. Yes, utter and complete perfection. He smirked slightly, moving around the side of the store towards the back, the entrance that Yony was sure Cookie would take. He wouldn't be smart and go out the front door where there were witnesses. No, that could potentially drive away customers with the smoke from his cigarette. He paused at the corner, remaining silent before he saw the back door pushed open. He reached down, pulling a rather large knife from his boot and smirking as he moved forward quickly, placing the knife against the other's throat, the other hand moving up to cover the other's mouth. "Shh, Cookie..." he whispered with a smirk. Of course, he knew the other male would fight, but it was astounding how feeble the attempt seemed. Perhaps it was because it was rather like when he'd dragged Bambi into the bathroom to remove his eyeballs. That had been more difficult. Of course, he felt a rather sharp pain radiating through his form starting just beneath his left ear. He closed his eyes, hissing at the feeling of the other's cigarette pressing into his skin. "Mm..." he growled slowly. "Cookie likes to play rough... I'll remember that," he teased, not even faultering as he shifted the hand holding the knife. He struggled with the male briefly, feeling the other's lipstick smearing against his hand, hearing the faint rips as Cookie grabbed at the straps on his shirt and ripped at the fabric. He glanced around, raising the knife and striking the male roughly across the head with the handle to jar him until Yony could slam the other's head back against the wall hard enough to knock him out. He smirked as the male went limp in his grip, still so lightweight despite being taller than Yony himself was. Another glance around before he dragged Kyler back behind several more buildings pulling towards the woods and smirking slightlyas he was able to get the male into the trees. He slammed the knife into a tree to hold it as he unclipped the straps from his pants and wrapped them tightly around the other's wrists and then used a tree to help haul the male to his feet. He was starting to come around. How very sad. Yony quickened his movements, tying the straps tightly to the tree to hold the other male against the tree so that he couldn't escape. He moved around the other, taking the remaining straps and forcing them into the other male's mouth, smirking slightly as he felt the other begin to struggle again. "Shh, Cookie... If you behave, maybe I won't gag you... I would so like to hear your beautiful voice, but if you can't contain yourself, I'm afraid I'll have to gag you," he said softly, slowly removing the straps from the other's mouth, letting them hover over the other's throat. "Can you behave, Cookie?" he asked, tilting his head slightly as he looked at the other male. He slowly moved a free hand down the other's spine slowly. "You really are a beautiful thing, Cookie... I want to feel you. I want to taste you..." he licked at the other's throat, smirking slightly. "If you behave like a good boy, then it will be virtually painless... but if you fight with me... its going to be awful for you, Cookie." he whispered, free hand stroking over the other's hair lightly before tangling into the strands and jerking his head backwards with this hold, leaning up to bite down on the junction between the other's throat and shoulder, drawing blood which he slowly lapped at. "That was just a taste, Cookie..." he whispered softly. "Shall you cooperate? Or should I see how much of these beautiful rubies I can find?" words ;; 936 ;; tagged ;; kyler ;; outfit ;; clicky ;; date ;; 12/8/2013 - 4:00 PM template made by emrysdaelan of Caution 2.0! keep credit or angry badgers will nom your face off!

[Kyler Ian Haile]

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Kyler was not quite sure what was going on, and it took him a bit to even try to fully process it. All he knew was suddenly that blond kid was pinning him against the wall and he was struggling to get out of the other man's grip. The blond was obviously quite a bit stronger, even if he was younger than Kyler. Kyler was practically all bone and no muscle, which did not help him, especially considering the boy barely even reacted to the cigarette to the skin. He was beginning to double his efforts to get away when his head was knocked against the wall. Kyler was pretty much out of it for the next few minutes and when he finally came to again, he was not exactly sure what was going on. Something was digging into his wrists and he was upright somehow. Then he was being gagged by something. In his daze, he could not quite figure out what. All he knew was something was being forced into his mouth and while continuing to struggle to get away, he also tried to rid himself of whatever it was. "Get the fuck off of me!" insisted Kyler, continuing to struggle against the restraints. He tensed at the other young man's words, jerking his neck away at the feeling of Yony's tongue against his skin. "Get off of me." He attempted to jerk away once again as the blond bit the side of his neck and he tensed a bit more, trying to tug his wrists out of the confines they were in. He was in no way being quiet, hoping that someone was around and could help him, because by that point he was pretty much panicked and he still could not get his mind to clear enough to fully register what he was being told and what was happening. His head was pounding and the only thing he knew was he had an intense, driving urge to get away, and that was what he was struggling to do. He swiftly brought his leg up and kicked hard at Yony's knee, attempting to knock him away, or at least do some serious damage to the other man's knee. There was something wrong with this kid, seriously. Kyler did not know exactly what, nor did he care to find out. All he wanted to do was to slip his wrists out of their confines and run. This guy was much too close to be comfortable and his words had Kyler as tense as he could be while internally panicking a bit. He did not really see any good coming out of this entire scenario in the slightest. There was not really anyone one around, and though he kept his voice risen, he highly doubted anyone would actually hear him, or if they did, it was not very likely anyone would care enough to help. His wrists burned from the material digging into them as he tugged on the restraints, though it never once crossed his panicked mind to really look at them and see if there was a way to get them undone. The only thing he could really focus on was the driving need to run.

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[Yony Helsha Katana]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 500px; background: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TSGO/SeizeTheDay/Skull2.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] . Just fear me, love me And I will be your slave Do as I say Yony was amused by the struggles of the other male against him, and he was glad he'd tied the restraints tightly enough to hold against the other's incessant squirming. He smirked, pressing against the other male a bit more even as he demanded that he 'get the fuck off' of him. Of course, since the other male wasn't being too loud, he decided that he might as well leave the other's mouth uncovered. He was getting so much amusement out of the other male attempting to order him around. "Yes, because telling me to get off of you is going to make me do just that, Cookie... I mean honestly... where do you think that's going to get you?" He taunted, chuckling softly as he dragged his tongue along the bite mark he'd made to collect a little more blood from the wounds. He could have shivered from the taste of it. Of course, then his playtoy was kicking him. He cursed, and his leg gave out beneath him, though because he still held the straps around Kyler's throat and in Kyler's hair, he didn't go down all that far before he used both to pull him back upward. "Well that was stupid, Cookie," he growled viciously, jerking the other male's hair once more before moving that hand down and around to the front of the other male's pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them with the one hand while the other held the straps around the other's throat tightly. "Now let's see how well you can behave, Cookie... be good... or I'll have to hurt something more sensative than just your neck..." he growled, pressing his hips forward and pushing the other male forward into the tree as a bit of a warning before his hand slowly pushed down the other's pants... Yony fell to the ground and then there was suddenly a pain in his side. He curled up to see his attacker was none-other-than the male from the store. Stryker. He got to his feet while the male left him to go check on Cookie... and he tackled him down viciously, his elbow connecting with the male's nose and lip and he felt a similar pain on his own mouth as the other knocked him backwards and kicked him again before he was rushing to the aid of Cookie once again. Well damnit. He'd get the other male back, that was for damn sure. Both of them would pay. But for now, he was outmatched... he got up, pulled his clothes back up and moved further into the forest away from the two males... plotting his revenge... words ;; 603 ;; tagged ;; kyler ;; outfit ;; clicky ;; date ;; 12/8/2013 - 4:00 PM template made by emrysdaelan of Caution 2.0! keep credit or angry badgers will nom your face off!

[Stryker Allen Simms]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Stryker had been having a fairly pleasant day until the blond had come into the shop. He had already completed one tattoo and a piercing earlier that day whenever Kyler began speaking about the following weeks' schedule. He was cleaning up his area, in fact, from the tattoo he'd given. With Ryan in his back compartment on his own, it was only he and Kyler in the front part of the shop, and it was rich with inneuendos. At least on Stryker's part. He was incorrigible, and he knew it. When the other asked if he wanted to work the following Wednesday with only the two of them, even if it would be slow. "Sounds exceptionally grand, if I didn't know better, Ky, I'd think you've just been looking for ways to get me alone in the back room again," he teased, chuckling softly as he threw away a handful of used papertowels. And then the bell rang announcing the entry of that blond boy. And from the moment he entered, Stryker hadn't liked the way that he was looking at Kyler. It was different from the irritation he felt whenever other people came in and looked at Kyler like he was sexy. Well, 'cause he was sexy. But this boy... he gave Stryker the creeps. It wasn't something he was familiar with feeling, really. Not to anyone who wasn't his father, anyway. Or his father's friends. And it only got worse when he started talking. Stryker wanted nothing more than to throw that kid out. He moved out behind the counter towards Kyler and leaned in to tell the other male of his uncomfortable feeling, and the boy was telling him off. He narrowed his eyes, straightening up slightly as he watched him. Of course, then Stryker was telling the boy that he was actually the one who was free. He knew that Kyler could have done it, but he knew of the policy that Kyler had, so obviously the guy made Kyler uneasy as well. That was fairly obvious to Stryker anyway. He sneered though as the other stated that he didn't ask if he was free, only if Kyler was. Persistant wretch. He nudged Kyler with his elbow lightly. "You know, babe... I don't think we should let teh kid get anything." He turned his attention back to Yony, still sneering at the boy. "You should get the fuck out of this shop you rude-ass little kid. Come back when you think you can learn some respect, 'cause obviously... if you're young enough to be that rude and inconsiderate, then you're not old enough to make the responsible choices that you'd have to make to have anything done here." There, that sounded reasonable and logical, right? Well it did in his head anyway. He shifted his arms from across his chest to resting on his hips as he silently dared the youth to continue to test him. And of course, he did it again. He growled softly, though not the previous kind of growl Kyler would have experience from, this was a growl of anger and frustration. He moved back around the counter and towards the other male, reaching out to grab hold of him, only to have Yony jerk away from him. He didn't give a shit if the other male wasn't talking to him. He didn't care, he had as much right to refuse a client as anyone else, and he would damn well refuse this boy. He finally moved up behind the male, wrapping his arms completely around him and hoisting him up off of the ground and carting him towards the door and tugging it open before letting the boy go on the sidewalk. "You need to learn the proper respect for people, kid. You're a little big for your breeches right now, come back in a couple of years when you've mellowed down," he stated before going back into the shop. He chuckled softly as Kyler asked him about the pet name. "Well I didn't want to give him your real name... last thing we need is a stalker on your ass," he stated, chuckling slightly. He nodded though as the other asked him to mind the store for a few minutes, he understood the need for a smoke himself. He finished cleaning up his station before he moved towards the entry book so that he could enter in the price of the tattoo he'd given and the dimensions as he had written down on his scratch pad when he'd done the inking in the first place. Once that was done, he heard the bell indicating the next appointment. He offered a smile. "I'll be right back, Kyler just stepped outside for a bit of air," he stated simply, moving towards the back exit and realizing that Kyler wasn't there. He frowned, looking around. "Ky?" he called out. This wasn't like Kyler to just skive out on an appointment. He wondered if maybe that boy had been hanging around. Damn it! He rushed back inside. "Ryan, cover the store, I gotta go find Kyler," he exclaimed, grabbing hold of his coat and tugging it on over his sleeveless arms and ran back outside. He looked around once outside again and noticed the blood on the wall.. and on the ground. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. He moved in the one probably direction, staying behind buildings... until he heard Kyler's voice. Get off me! Fuck! he took off at a run, ignoring how awkward that was in his boots and he brought his elbow down against the head of the blond male that was rutting up against his employer, kicking him in the side before going to Kyler. "God damn it, Kyler, you alright?" he demanded before he was tackled to the ground and his vision was suddenly clouded by his own blood. He struck out against the male once more, getting up and kicking him again before moving to untie Kyler's wrists from the tree, reaching down to help him pull his pants back up and looking the other over. "Come on, we need to get you to a hospital, Ky," he whispered, pulling the other's arm over his shoulders so that he could support his weight. [/style]

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[Kyler Ian Haile]

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Whatever happened after Yony used the straps around his throat and the grip on his hair was a blur to Kyler. To be honest, he was not even fully sure what was going on. He knew what was happening; but, it was all a blur to the point that he was not even really sure he was feeling it. He probably was, but was in too much of a shock to really register it. Though, his throat did feel a bit raw, as if he had screamed. Had he? He was not sure. A part of him knew that the way his body was tensed that he was hurting pretty bad, but still, he was more numb to it than anything. That was honestly probably just his mind's defense, though. He would feel it later. What seemed like a lot longer, though was probably only a long few minutes, Yony was suddenly gone, and he vaguely heard Stryker asking him if he was okay. Kyler wet his lips and if he could find it in himself to speak, he would have asked "Do I look alright?". As it was, though, he barely had time to try to reply before Yony and Stryker were fighting again. It did not last too long, though, before he was being untied and Stryker was helping him. Ky was not sure what was worse at the moment: the embarrassment, or the pain. He was leaning toward the first, but when he actually leaned against Stryker he could not keep from wincing a little. Okay, yeah, movement actually hurt quite a bit. He knew he probably should go to the hospital, but that was not even an actual option. "No... just... take me home," he replied, nodding a little. He had pain medication back at his apartment, so he did not need a new prescription of it. He knew what had happened, and he knew what his injuries were. He did not need some doctor poking and prodding at him to tell him what's wrong. The last thing Kyler wanted at that moment was to have some stranger touching him. The thought alone put him on edge and he almost wanted to just pull away from Stryker.

He was so completely on edge that it probably only made htings worse with how tense he was. "If you don't take me home, you'll find yourself out of a job," Ky said through clenched teeth, trying to put more of his focus on walking than anything. Nothing hurt as badly then. He knew that the shop would be fine with his manager watching it, but he was not going back in there, either. He did not want Stryker seeing him like that, let alone someone else. "I'll tell you how to get there, just get me there." Kyler's mind was made up. There was no way he was going to the hospital, period. He needed a shower and those pain pills and to just sleep until he could really work his mind around what had happened. Ky did not really want to be alone, though, so he guessed he should probably ask Stryker to stay there with him, at least for the night. Then the guy could go back home if he wanted. Maybe. Kyler would decide later. For the time being, he focused more on breathing and telling Stryker where his apartment was. He did not care if Stryker was against him forgoing the doctor; they would have to find a way to kill him again before he willingly went to the hospital for this. It was his business, not a stranger's. He felt violated enough and did not need to add to it.

OUTFIT: here NOTES: ky's really just focused on getting home. maybe then post won't be so bad. XD

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[Stryker Allen Simms]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Stryker attempted to ignore the pain emenating from his nose and the feeling of wetness running in rivelets down his cheeks and to his chin. He probably looked like a nightmare at that point, though continued to support Kyler's weight as they walked, though he paused as they reached the edge of town and the other male stated that he wanted him to take him home. Not the hospital. He looked over at the other male carefully. He judged the other's seriousness as to where he wanted his destination to be. He wasn't entirely sure that he should listen to the other male. He should go to a doctor. And if Kyler didn't need one, then he himself probably did. He sighed softly though as the other male stated that if he didn't take him home that he'd find himself out of the job. It would almost be worth it, but he never-the-less he leaned down, sweeping his free arm down under the other's knees and lifting him up. It would be faster than trying to walk at Kyler's pace. He shook his head slightly as he let the other male guide him towards his apartment. He remained silent as he walked, only Kyler's voice telling him where to go reminding him that something had gone amiss. He looked down at the other male after a moment before they arrived at the other's apartment building. Slowly setting the other male down so that he could open the apartment, he then helped the other into the building and helped support his weight until they were at the other's door. He walked in with the other male, and released him only when he was sure the other could support himself. He resisted the urge to look around and moved away from Kyler so he could shut and lock the other's front door before moving back towards the other male. "No offense, Kyler, but I don't know if you need to be left alone right now... I'd feel a hell of a lot better if you'd let me help out. You want something to drink? Eat?" He moved towards the other male, reaching up to gently brush the other's hair back slowly. "Let me do something for you, Kyler. Let me help," he said softly, watching the other male carefully. "Anything that you need, Kyler. Just tell me," he said softly. Of course, first opportunity that he got, he would need to wash his face. [/style]

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[Kyler Ian Haile]

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"No, no, I don't want you to go," he replied, shaking his head a little. He closed his eyes with an inaudible sigh as Stryker messed with his hair. He honestly did not know what he needed. Kyler felt a bit lost, disoriented in a way that had him confused as to what exactly he was thinking or feeling. He knew he needed a shower, that much was very clear. Past that, he did not know if his stomach could handle anything right then, or if it would be better to wait. He did not know what to do. All he knew was that doctors, for himself, were not an option. Finally, Kyler opened his eyes and looked back to Stryker, absently wetting his lips. "I need a shower." He nodded a little, but made no movement toward the bathroom just yet. "Maybe you should go see a doctor about your nose while I do that. Or you could join me," he suggested, though the suggestion was far from implicating anything other than sharing a shower, which he figured Stryker would easily be able to read. If it was, there would not be the distance between them that there was when Ky suggested it. "'Ve got some clothes you can borrow."

Once Stryker agreed, Ky nodded a little and sighed inaudibly. He then led the other young man back to the bathroom, a door away from his bedroom. He rolled his eyes a little when he spotted his kitten asleep in the sink. "Oliver, out," he said softly after picking the cat up and setting him on the top of the clothes hamper, which he easily hopped down from, never liking staying on top of it, making an irritated noise as he went to another room. "Can you grab the towels? They're under the sink." Kyler would have gotten them himself, but that meant bending over a lot and that would hurt a bit too much. He would take some tylenol until he could safely take the pain meds he had without fear of passing out in the shower, but he did not want to risk mixing the medications. That could be just as bad. Kyler turned the water on in the shower before actually starting to undress. He was a bit nervous doing so with Stryker there, to be honest, but at the same time the other man made him feel very relaxed despite everything. He was still obviously tense, and limping when he walked. The later of which he would, in other situations, consider to be a good thing. This time, though, it really wasn't. He somehow managed to get his shoes off and knock them aside without untying them, something he did not think he would be able to manage again if he tried, simply because bending down to untie them was not happening. They could get a change of clothes after the shower, and for the time being Kyler was more focused on getting the ones he was wearing off than what he was going to put on afterward.

After they were both completely undressed, Kyler stepped into the shower, pulling Stryker in after him. The warm water felt really good on his taught muscles, and Ky sighed softly, closing his eyes for a moment. "'M gonna get too used to having you here, y'know," he commented absently before looking to Stryker. He knew it was true, though. It would be impossible to not get used to having Stryker close to him at all times. He was already used to Stryker being at his side more often than not in the short time they had known one another. It was strange. He was not the time to easily grow attachments to people. Something was different with Stryker, though he was not sure what, yet.

OUTFIT: here NOTES: twenty more words this time. XD

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[Stryker Allen Simms]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]620 WORDS FOR kyler; STRYKER IS WEARING THIS this could be interesting... LIVE [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Stryker gave a faint nod as the other male stated that he did not want him to leave. He was rather glad. While he knew that he would need to get his nose looked at if he didn't want it to heal crookedly, but he didn't feel that Kyler was really ready to be alone just yet. He waited for the other to tell him what he wanted and nodded at the statement of a shower. "Alright," he stated softly, watching him carefully as he stated that maybe he should go see a doctor while he did that or that he should join him. Again, it would probably be better if he watched the blood off of himself first, and he could wait until Kyler was sleeping and wouldn't miss him to go get his nose looked at. A couple more hours wouldn't make that much of a deal. "I'll stay and help you," he said softly. He followed the other male towards the bathroom, he kept a hand out ready to steady the other male if he needed any help. He nodded at the statement that he could borrow some of Kyler's clothes. They were close enough in size. They were both tall and skinny, so that wouldn't be much of an issue. He couldn't help the small smile at the sight of the kitten in the sink though, watching as the disgruntled kitten stretched and then moved out of the room. He knelt down, getting out a few towels and setting them on the toilet after he lowered the lid so that they could easily be accessed from the bathrub and turned towards the other male. He made it a point not to look at Kyler's body as he undressed and undressed himself so that he could get into the shower with the other male. Kyler was a beautiful man, Stryker knew this, and Stryker often had trouble looking away from him with his clothes on even while they were at work. He hated that child who had so violated his beautiful Kyler. Once they were under the water, he grabbed a washcloth and the soap and gently began to wash the other male's chest and shoulders and down over his arms before he looked up at the other male as he spoke and closed his eyes. "Yes, you will. Because I'm not going anywhere," he said softly, leaning in to kiss the other male's lips gently. "I'll be quick, and as gentle as I can. Let me know if I hurt you," he said softly before he knelt down and proceeded to wash the other male thoroughly so that he did not have to bend over. He clenched his teeth at the cuts and scratches on his beautiful Kyler's form. True to his word, he did this all quickly before offering the shampoo to the other male. "Can you do your hair while I wash my face?" he asked softly, offering a small smile as he took another washcloth and gently began to wash his face, biting back the hisses and winces as he ran the cloth over and around his nose. He quickly washed the rest of him, though he wasn't really all that dirty and then looked up at Kyler as he stepped out with him and took one of the towels, lightly patting the other dry so he didn't have to bend over again. Wrapping the towel around Kyler's waist, he then dried himself. "What do you want to do next?" he asked as he wrapped the second towel around his own slender hips. [/style]

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