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the_last_resort2014-09-08 01:19 am
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Niko Bellic | Log 003
Who: Niko Bellic | Charon
What: An attempt to make Charon be human
When: Sometime before the trip to the desert temple and after Dorian's masquerade.
Where: All around Blackway
Notes & Warnings: Language probably. Horrors will likely come up, as it is Charon and Niko and their worlds suck. Some talk of human trafficking to start.
He didn't know when he'd gotten it into his head that he was going to try and see if he could pull some of Charon's humanity back into view. There had to be some in there. Maybe it was that uneasy feeling that Charon had spent more than a lifetime being owned. Maybe it was knowing that Niko himself had sold people, had saddled them with ownership. Maybe because Niko knew he'd been owned by Bulgarin and his sordid business, and that was so damn hard to escape. Maybe it was that when he looked at Charon, he looked on the outside like Niko sometimes felt on the inside.
Whatever the reason, he was trying as hard as he could. First there was the bowling alley at Mr. Jellicles. And then pool and darts at Pugsy's. Oh, he was putting effort into it, and from what he could tell there was very little response.
In a way, it was kind of heart-wrenching. He worried sometimes that he was beyond saving, he didn't want to think a big hunk of Charon's head was, too.
Then again, he guessed that there was such a thing as trying too hard.
Niko didn't let it cross his face as he stepped out of Pugsy's with him. He just patted the tall ghoul on the shoulder and gave him one of his failed-friendly looks. "Well, at least I know how good your aim is now." See? Wouldn't Roman be pleased with Niko for looking on the positive side. He pulled his hand back, ignoring the odd scent that came off Charon and feeling ashamed that he was a little concerned that his glove might end up smelling like that if he kept touching him.
Eh. He'd smelled worse.
"I'll see you later?" He offered and started to walk off finally, internally defeated but refusing, refusing to let it show because if there was one iota of humanity left in Charon- well, Niko knew how he would feel if someone gave up on him right to his face. He hadn't made it more than twelve steps when he accidentally ran into the back of a large, scaled man.
The next moment Niko had strong, three-fingered hands wrenching into the collar of his coat and lifting him off the ground. All fucking 6'2'' and 200 lbs of meaty, muscly Serb. "Oh, it's you." He said mildly, and then stooge poked the bastard in the eyes. It succeeded in getting him dropped hard onto the sidewalk, anyway.
What: An attempt to make Charon be human
When: Sometime before the trip to the desert temple and after Dorian's masquerade.
Where: All around Blackway
Notes & Warnings: Language probably. Horrors will likely come up, as it is Charon and Niko and their worlds suck. Some talk of human trafficking to start.
He didn't know when he'd gotten it into his head that he was going to try and see if he could pull some of Charon's humanity back into view. There had to be some in there. Maybe it was that uneasy feeling that Charon had spent more than a lifetime being owned. Maybe it was knowing that Niko himself had sold people, had saddled them with ownership. Maybe because Niko knew he'd been owned by Bulgarin and his sordid business, and that was so damn hard to escape. Maybe it was that when he looked at Charon, he looked on the outside like Niko sometimes felt on the inside.
Whatever the reason, he was trying as hard as he could. First there was the bowling alley at Mr. Jellicles. And then pool and darts at Pugsy's. Oh, he was putting effort into it, and from what he could tell there was very little response.
In a way, it was kind of heart-wrenching. He worried sometimes that he was beyond saving, he didn't want to think a big hunk of Charon's head was, too.
Then again, he guessed that there was such a thing as trying too hard.
Niko didn't let it cross his face as he stepped out of Pugsy's with him. He just patted the tall ghoul on the shoulder and gave him one of his failed-friendly looks. "Well, at least I know how good your aim is now." See? Wouldn't Roman be pleased with Niko for looking on the positive side. He pulled his hand back, ignoring the odd scent that came off Charon and feeling ashamed that he was a little concerned that his glove might end up smelling like that if he kept touching him.
Eh. He'd smelled worse.
"I'll see you later?" He offered and started to walk off finally, internally defeated but refusing, refusing to let it show because if there was one iota of humanity left in Charon- well, Niko knew how he would feel if someone gave up on him right to his face. He hadn't made it more than twelve steps when he accidentally ran into the back of a large, scaled man.
The next moment Niko had strong, three-fingered hands wrenching into the collar of his coat and lifting him off the ground. All fucking 6'2'' and 200 lbs of meaty, muscly Serb. "Oh, it's you." He said mildly, and then stooge poked the bastard in the eyes. It succeeded in getting him dropped hard onto the sidewalk, anyway.
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But Charon isn't going to try and find logic in a random thug. It's not like he isn't used to dealing with idiots and/or crazy people who act on rash and irrational thought.
"If you say you can handle it, fine." He's not one to push. But if he has to get involved he will, that much goes without saying.