11-26-2014, 09:26 PM
The man seemed to think Elias wanted an explanation. Such as one was given, Eli bothered to listen, but his look was deadpan.
He could picture the scene as described. Two strangers jacking at the doors of a car. This hot-head kid strolling up, spitting something sarcastic, and basically asking for a fight. When he got one, he used the thugs as justification for his violence. A quiet voice reminded Elias that such instances were meant for men to turn the other cheek, or at the very least, call the police and let them deal with it. But farther away, another voice crept across the fringes of his mind like the echo of a whisper. Elias tuned it out.
This self-proclaimed, would-bee 'hero' was a sadist. By the frown-turned-grin, he took a sick sort of pride in having broken the man's leg. Eli's phone record showed the girl called for medical assistance. He turned the pale plains of his face toward her. She was rather pathetic slumped over as she was. It was just a car. Shouldn't insurance cover it? There was also the chance that it could be recovered, or didn't CCD cars come with GPS tracking? Doubtful two 'thugs' knew the intricacies that it was to disable those kinds of devices.
He shrugged and dropped his uncle's Wallet into an interior pocket of his coat, and the silvered clasps of which were promptly snapped closed afterward. A pick pocket would need a five foot arm to reach it. An arm that he would promptly lose at the shoulder for the attempt.
He was on the verge of walking away when the sadist offered to take the girl - Ashavari - elsewhere. Eli's expression drew dark. She should call the police. Let them take her to a station and figure out where to go from there, not go off into the dark with a man like this. She agreed to go, but Eli didn't say anything. Her funeral.
Just as he turned to go, the strangest thing happened: she asked him to come along.
He blinked, long eyelashes fluttering momentary surprise. Next to the more normal looking guy, even if he was fresh from pummeling someone raw, Elias was always the darker aura. He was used to dismissal, distaste even, but Ashavari, with her exotic accent and naively placed trust, requested he come with her?
Elias glanced briefly at her new 'hero', even if he had failed to save the car.
"Very well."
He spoke quiet as freshly fallen snow before offering the girl a cool look and a handshake. "Elias Donovan,"
he struck out an arm, nails trim and clean peeking from the rims of fingerless gloves.
He could picture the scene as described. Two strangers jacking at the doors of a car. This hot-head kid strolling up, spitting something sarcastic, and basically asking for a fight. When he got one, he used the thugs as justification for his violence. A quiet voice reminded Elias that such instances were meant for men to turn the other cheek, or at the very least, call the police and let them deal with it. But farther away, another voice crept across the fringes of his mind like the echo of a whisper. Elias tuned it out.
This self-proclaimed, would-bee 'hero' was a sadist. By the frown-turned-grin, he took a sick sort of pride in having broken the man's leg. Eli's phone record showed the girl called for medical assistance. He turned the pale plains of his face toward her. She was rather pathetic slumped over as she was. It was just a car. Shouldn't insurance cover it? There was also the chance that it could be recovered, or didn't CCD cars come with GPS tracking? Doubtful two 'thugs' knew the intricacies that it was to disable those kinds of devices.
He shrugged and dropped his uncle's Wallet into an interior pocket of his coat, and the silvered clasps of which were promptly snapped closed afterward. A pick pocket would need a five foot arm to reach it. An arm that he would promptly lose at the shoulder for the attempt.
He was on the verge of walking away when the sadist offered to take the girl - Ashavari - elsewhere. Eli's expression drew dark. She should call the police. Let them take her to a station and figure out where to go from there, not go off into the dark with a man like this. She agreed to go, but Eli didn't say anything. Her funeral.
Just as he turned to go, the strangest thing happened: she asked him to come along.
He blinked, long eyelashes fluttering momentary surprise. Next to the more normal looking guy, even if he was fresh from pummeling someone raw, Elias was always the darker aura. He was used to dismissal, distaste even, but Ashavari, with her exotic accent and naively placed trust, requested he come with her?
Elias glanced briefly at her new 'hero', even if he had failed to save the car.
"Very well."
He spoke quiet as freshly fallen snow before offering the girl a cool look and a handshake. "Elias Donovan,"
he struck out an arm, nails trim and clean peeking from the rims of fingerless gloves.