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Christina snarled and slammed the cup of water she'd been trying to give to Christian down on the table. "Idiot!" She stormed out of the cabin, slamming the door behind her.
RK jumped and mewed at Christian as Christina walked quickly away, fuming. What in the world was going on? He seemed to ask plaintively. Why was there yelling and fighting?
Christina broke into a run, angry beyond belief. Let him be alone for a while. He might appreciate it more when she went back.
Christian
Christian groaned and leant his head back, closing his eyes.
"Don't $#!+ with me..." he began in a sing-songy voice.
"The results aren't very pretty."
He rolled his head to the side and glanced at RK.
Spook
Christina kept walking. She just wanted to get away from him. That brought a bitter laugh to her lips. She was trying so hard to keep him, and for the moment all she wanted was to get away from him.
RK bumped his head along Christian's side and meowed again. He wanted to know what was going on, confound it!
Christian
"Hey RK," Christian smiled a little, "it's alright buddy."
He gave a tug on his right wrist again. He thought he felt it give way a little...
His eyes darted to the leather and chains, as he pulled on them again.
They dusted.
"Oh my God!" Christian exclaimed, looking at his hand in shock.
After staring at it for a moment, he came back to his senses. Christina must have gone far enough that her range had passed him. His eyes darted to the other wrist as he dusted the restraints, then he sat up and did the same to his ankles.
His eyes lit up.
"Here we go..."
Spook
RK sneezed as the dust went up his nose. Botheration! He looked at Christian in disgust, and sneezed again. His tail twitched, which sent the dust up into the air, which meant RK got more dust up his nose. The cat abandoned the bed and voiced his opinion that he was being exceptionally illtreated as he set to cleaning himself.
Christina sighed, then punched a tree, her anger easing. Dammit. She sat down on the ground, more then slightly annoyed at herself for letting him get to her.
Christian
Christian frantically searched through the drawers in a nearby cupboard to try and find anything that would tell him where he was. He finally found a road map, and sat to study it for a moment.
"$#!+," he cursed, realising how far from Tulsa and Houston he was.
His eyes fell on the jacket, and he got up to grab it. He tied it around his waist again, before going to retrieve his sunglasses and finally putting them back on his face.
He made his way over to the kitchen drawer, noticing there wasn't a phone. He looked through, finding the knife he'd used to cut his wrist with. With a grin, he traced the blade with his fingers, using his atom manipulation to change it to a decorative dagger.
Kneeling, he slipped it into his boot. Then he looked up at RK. There wa sno way he trusted the cat to keep quiet...
Spook
RK cleaned himself busily, cursing twoleggers as he did so. If Christian had still been able to understand him, the alien might've blushed, the language was that bad. He shook out his fur then stalked over to Christian, rubbing himself sinously along his boots in the hopes of garnering a petting.
Christina lit a cigarette. She'd finish one, then head back.
"Mrrroooowwwrrr?" RK inquired.
Christian
Christian bit his lip, petting the cat. Then he lifted him into his arms.
"Sorry RK..." he began softly, "I like you, I really do, but I can't have you screw me around this time."
He took him to the bathroom, set him down, and quickly shut the door so the cat couldn't get out.
Looking around the cabin, he eyed Christina's shotgun. Knowing it would inevitably piss the other alien off, he dusted it. Then he made his way to the door, opened it, and stepped outside. The sea breeze greeted his nostrils, as he tilted his head back slightly.
No time to stall.
He bounded down the veranda, looking around.
Spook
RK spat in anger. Well, of all the nerve! The cat's golden eyes narrowed and he tapped the door with his paw three times. It swung open and RK stalked out, fur all puffed up and fuming. He stalked up to the front door and watched Christian through. Just you wait, two legger. Nobody does that to a temple cat! He narrowed his eyes again, and the laces of Christian's boots rose, then tied together. Take that!
Christina dragged back on the cigarette again, then reached into a pocket of her cammies. She took out a flask, and drank some of the kero and whiskey mix from it. She recapped it and slung it back into her pants, before finishing her cigarette and getting to her feet. She started to walk back.
Christian
Christian's eyes fell on just what he was looking for.
As he made to walk towards it, he almost fell over. Looking down, he saw his laces tied together. Frowning as he looked around, he used his telekinesis to set them back again.
"$#!+ing jokers."
He stalked over to the motorcycle and jumped on. The owner obviously wasn't in their tent. Using his telekinesis to start it, he revved the motor before kicking up dust as he took off.
He flew through the surrounding trees, coming out onto a highway. Memorizing a main route, he began to head back for Tulsa.
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Christina walked back to the cabin and opened the door to find a fuming cat and an empty bed waiting for her. "Oh, *shit*."
Then she noticed that her gun was missing.
"Christian, you f*cking dickhead!"