CHARACTER CHAT!!!!

Cricket slammed to a stop against the wall, winced and stood up. "C'mon." He walked closer, tense but non-threatening. "You want a toy? Make me one. I dare you. Try your best."

Wisp
I take out my gun and press it to his forehead. "Want my best?" I hiss, eyes narrowed.

"Now be more creative than that. If I'm dead, what fun would that be?"

Wisp
I grit my teeth, punching his stomach and slamming his head down to meet my knee.

Cricket stood up straight again and took a breath to steady himself, fogginess clouding the pain. "Did you 'ear a scream? I don't recall."

Wisp
I growl and knock him down to the floor. "The kneecap is the most painful bone to break," i say before pulling out my gun again and shooting him in one. "Second is the collar bone." I stand on his left shoulder pressing down with my full weight until i feel something give.

sorry *cough*
but

Cricket squeezed his eyes shut, his breath quivering. He clenched his jaw and made sure no sound came out of his mouth. His eyes flashed up at her. "Get something...into your 'ead. Whatever you do...I won't gi--ive you what you want."

Yes ende?

Wisp
I throw my gun away, picking him up by his shirt. "Why?! What do you fight for?"

It's just... poor Cricket...

He winced, letting himself hang there. What did he fight for? That question caught him off guard. There was no real logic to it. It made things harder. "I--" He looked away. "To prove I can."

I know Stuff like this happens all the time to him. Just a few pages back he got shot in the chest.

Wisp
"Why?" I drop him. I crumple against a wall and cry. "Why?"

g2g

He collapsed to the ground; his lips parted in a soundless cry as he bowed over his knee and shoulder. He didn't dare look up and show her how much it hurt. All for what? Pride? What was pride? A meaningless victory. Yet, he'd known the battle for all his life, and he would keep giving himself up to fight for himself. But why? His eyes crept to her, crumbled. It wasn't worth it. He was tired of fighting for something he never had. "I don't...I don't know why."

Wisp
"False! There must be a reason!" I sob out. "N-no one can stand this without a reason. No one does anything without a reason." i shake and eye him. Is this fear? Why should i fear? I disappear from the room, not sure what to do. What should i do? I take a breath and grab Frostbite, taking her back to him. I meet his eyes for a moment and disappear again.

DISREGARD. Sorry my comp is spazzing out.

((I feel so bad for Cricket right now...I broke my collar bone once, and it hurts. A LOT. o.o))

Cricket kept his eyes where she used to be standing, stunned. He turned his attention to Emily for just a second before he couldn't take it anymore and bent over himself again. His breath quivered. It was the type of pain that someone could cry over, but frankly he couldn't remember the last time he'd cried. Maybe he'd forgotten how.

Emily
Sobs? I blink awake, everything blurry a moment. What happened? I look around, hesitantly. "Cricket..." I get up on my hands and knees. His leg is bleeding. All business even though my head is already pounding, I move up silently and put a hand on his knee lightly. Things move that really shouldn't, but event then this seems too much to make him look so pained. "Where else?"

Cricket winced at her touch, but took a breath. "My shoulder," he said evenly.

Emily
I nod as i heal his knee slowly, so as not to cause more pain. I take my own breath, my vision blurring temporarily as i move to his shoulder. God, this is going to hurt tomorrow.

Cricket nudged her hand away gently. She'd done too much for him that day. She needed a break. "Leave it." He smiled weakly. "I'll be fine, friend. I s'pose I brought it on myself, mainly."

Emily
"Cricket..." I frown concerned. "I'm fine, really," i lie. In any case, he's not bleeding anymore.

"Liar," he said with a frown. "I'll be fine." So he couldn't raise his arm for a while. He'd live.