by KingOfDoma » Fri Sep 07, 2007 12:14 am
"Oh. Shit."
"Ah, shit," Goren cursed, shaking his hand. The log he was splitting had ricocheted back at him, striking him in his right palm with large splinters. The pain was intense, but not serious. It was exactly why he hadn't heard her approach.
Her quiet, simple "Hi" caught him completely off guard, causing him to jump a foot off the ground. He turned to see a cute, twenty-something girl, blonde, simply attired. She seemed nice. She seemed familiar, too, but from where he couldn't pinpoint. Ah well. She still had to go.
Rubbing his hand off on his shirt, as if that'd do something, he said, "Can I help you, miss? If you're looking for the road, you're WAY off, let me tell you..."
"Oh, um..." She was playing coy. Goren already didn't like it. "I wasn't looking for the road. I was looking for you."
Goren looked hard at her. She seemed completely oblivious to the danger she was in. Looked like he had to educate her. But only as much as she needed. "Look, little lady, um... " Wait. "Wait. How did you find me? Why do you even WANT to find me?"
She smiled. "Well, your cologne's really distinctive, so that really helped. But mostly it was because I wanted my purse back so bad." Goren's jaw dropped. NOW he remembered where he saw her. It was an easy pick, almost like she'd wanted him to take it, but to think she'd...
"It's in the house. I haven't gone through it yet. I assume for it's safe return, you're willing to keep mum on who took it in the first place?"
"Mmm, maybe." Coyness again. "I was thinking... maybe..."
"No. You're not getting a schoolgirl crush on the mysterious woodsman. You are, in fact, leaving as soon as I get your property. Which reminds me." Goren left the statement at that as he headed into his house, making sure to close the door sharply behind him, which thankfully prevented the girl from entering his house.
As he searched in his pile of purses, bags, and sacks, he wondered to himself: How do these silly girls keep finding him, and why do they keep thinking that he's some wounded bird that just needs saving? It was ridiculous, every time it happened. And it had happened a few times too many. Oh well. It meant that he was going to have to be drastic fast, just like with the last one.
She tapped at the window. "I just want to get to know you! Who you are, what you..."
He burst out of the door, purse in hand, cutting off her line of speech. "Here ya go. Full purse, safe and sound. You'll be leaving now." She tried to protest, but he interjected. "Look. I don't like making connections. Does nothing but cause pain for all persons involved. I know, I know, it's way more complicated than that, but I'll make it simple." The girl's purse was back in her right hand, and that same hand was clasped by the Feratus Stone. Her once smiling face turned to pained shock. She tried to pull away, but he would not let her.
"Get this through your head, lil lady... YOU DON'T WANT ME."
"Oh. Shit. ... shit." Goren breathed in sharply, and put both his palms in his eyes, rubbing them hard. "... fuckin' shame. Let's say a few words and move on..."