PinkAroma

Back down stairs inside that old rusty room Hunter gives out a sharp his as Hawk taps a cloth to his hand, the alcohol makes the burn all the worst “hey don’t push like that!” he snaps.

“Quite being a princess” Hawk reaches for Band-Aids and ointment not even looking at Hunter

“Im not a princess…oww!” Hunter would yell, voice over the top making a vein in Hawks temple almost pop. She keeps to her job wrapping the palm with bandages that are wrapped tight on purpose, like a silent revenge for all the nagging she is receiving.

“You hurt anywhere else?” she checks Hunters other arm, under the armpit and chin. The boy was simply put as being manhandled by this 5.8 woman who’s light ginger hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and she wore usually leather her trusty guns wrapped in their sheaths that are attached to her belt.

On the other side of the room Charlie gives a whimper and opens his eyes, sitting up he finds that a coat have been thrown over his body and carried to this corridor. As the moment settles in he feels the jolt of sore muscles on his side, right where Richard have kicked him from being swallowed whole by a massive whale creature.

That thing wasn’t natural. He thinks and then makes the mistake of looking at Hunter in the eyes its as if staring at a weeping angel the moment Charlie steals his eyes away Hunter gives a scoff “oi peachy, had a good night sleep?” he jabs .

“peachy?” Hawks right eyebrow cocks slightly.

“yeah, he has the hair, the attitude or pussy fits him better” Hunter says shrugging.

Charlie clench’s his fists in the fabric of the coat head tilted down “Don’t call me that” his voice shaking.

“well wa-wa little baby get used to it”

“Both of you enough!” Hawk pinches the bridge of her nose. “you, Charlie right? Are you hurt anywhere?”

Charlie looks at the woman and nods “my fingers and my side.” His voice harsh but small, throat still hurting from the stomach acid he threw up. Hawk takes some steps towards the boy her heels making clinking sounds on the floor “lift your shirt let me see” she commands and Charlie does so, on his side right under the ribs there was awful purple-ish-black forming from the crushed muscles under the heavy hurt.

“Does it hurt when you breath?” she asks patiently taking her time to touch the skin and see if she can feel for any fraction or broken bones.

“No” the young musician shakes his head, a gentle sway of pink hair in the air.

“Then you don’t have a broken rib but ill bandage you for the sake of it…”

“what is going to happen to us?” Charlie interrupts, his voice a whisper so that Hunter doesn’t hear.

Hawk sighs “that one is here cause his father and uncle are responsible for the execution of some of our finds, we are keeping him hostage.” She glares back at Hunter and the boy makes a face at her. Rude bastard.

“But you…im not sure, Richard seems to have taken a liking towards you so there is not much to argue about” she then looks at Hunter. “Oi blondy give that bag to me”

Hunter rolls his eyes and hooks his booted feet under the bag and slides it towards the woma. “There are drugs in that bag more valuable than your organs young man” but her displeasure is only meat with a shrug and something murmured.

“insufferable” she hisses taking out bandages.

“well you have kidnapped him” Charlie points out and Hawk looks up at the young man with a skeptical eye “he was rude to you seconds ago now your defending him?”

Charlie rubs the back of his neck  bringing one arm up as Hawk ushers it out of her way. “he has been through a lot” excuses.

Hawk sighs “strange fellow you are, you might actually stay alive longer than I thought” her brows furrow after that claim “ugh now I own that Sean bastard gold”

Charlie gives an awkward smile great, they have bet on me to see if I live. That’s…fun.