Post by The Outlaw on Feb 19, 2014 12:23:26 GMT -5
Graves' smile was wiped off his face when Elly snapped at him before she snatched the bottle from his hand and stormed up the stairs. 'The hell's the matter with that woman?' he wondered to himself. Then again he was probably standing in the reason she was in a bad mood after he gave it a little thought. From the look of things her tavern had been destroyed quite recently and he could understand being angry and frustrated - not that he appreciated her snappish temperament.
“Listen Graves, I am sorry for snapping at you. Not to make excuses but it’s been kind of a rough week so I hope you can cut me some slack. Now, you may have guessed this but I don’t exactly know how to do this whole security thing with the door. I don’t even know where to start and I need... well, I need your um… help... Please?"
She needed his help? He was pretty sure he implied he would do just that. She was getting it - it didn't take much to just lock a door up as far as he knew. However, he was by no means a locksmith or safe specialist and her guess was as good as his when it came to how secure her cellar would be when he finished doing what he could to lock it down. Sure he'd broken into quite a few in his time, but simply brute forcing your way through those kinds of obstacles the way he usually did didn't exactly give one insight as to how they worked. His ex-partner Fate was always the one with the ability and finesse to do things what one could consider the 'smart' way.
"Look, I'll do what I can fer' ya', but I ain't makin' no promises. If someone really is fixin' on gettin' their hands on yer' booze they'll find a way if they want it bad enough" Graves told Elly as calmly as he could. Hearing this probably wouldn't be what she wanted but it was true. No lock was unbreakable no door impenetrable and Graves was no miracle worker. The best he could do right now was simply lock the door down and assure her that her livelihood would be fine. That said, if everything else in her cellar was half as good as that scotch was Graves would almost be sorry if someone went out of their way to steal from the poor girl.
Last Edit: Feb 19, 2014 12:28:23 GMT -5 by The Outlaw
Post by Elly Wheeler on Feb 19, 2014 18:53:34 GMT -5
If Elly had bothered to glance up she would have seen the blissful smile Graves was wearing. If she had looked up she would have seen his happiness turn to confusion and she would have known that probably he hadn't meant to sound harsh. As it was, she had been so consumed by her own worries that s had missed it all.
Finally, she found the courage to look up at the Outlaw and just when she thought she couldn't feel any worse, she suddenly did. Graves seemed baffled by her actions and slightly worried too. That is when the barkeep knew that she’d gone and jumped to the wrong conclusion. ‘Best time to stop drinking is while you’re still sober enough to realize you've made an ass of yourself.’ her conscience reminded her.
“About earlier; I thought you were crackin jokes at my expense. Which in retrospect probably means it’s high time I cut myself off.” Elly confessed, shaking her head at the bottle, as though part of the blame lie with it. “I really do appreciate your expertise here and the place doesn't exactly have to be prison secure or anything. Hell, most people don’t even know its here, what with the door being hidden in the floor like it is. Er... was.”
The barkeep stood up and walked toward him, holding the rest of the scotch out as a peace offering. “I know you’re probably not having a great week either but I swear I really can be more hospitable than a prison guard.” Elly joked with a hopeful smile as she waited for Graves to take the bottle.
Last Edit: Feb 19, 2014 19:45:49 GMT -5 by Elly Wheeler
Post by The Outlaw on Feb 20, 2014 23:51:07 GMT -5
Graves grunted and nodded his head briefly in response to Elly's apology, preferring to just leave it in the past. In truth her outburst hadn't bothered him much at all, though it had caught him a bit off guard - though the feel good mood the scotch had put in him probably also played a factor in this. Still, if that was the worst he had to expect of his new "partner in crime," so to speak, then he'd be riding the gravy train out of Piltover in no time and that was just the way he wanted it to be.
“I know you’re probably not having a great week either but I swear I really can be more hospitable than a prison guard.”
"I ain't to sure about that, they was mighty hospitable when they saw fit to throw me in solitary. Might give ya' a run fer' yer' money as far as that goes after that much" he joked back lightly with an amused chuckle before accepting the bottle for a swig and handing it back to her. After not having any form of alcohol in a several months and refusing to drink the toilet made swill during his stint in prison he was thoroughly enjoying the quality booze Elly was all but handing him for free. It was times like these that made Graves wonder why things couldn't go this smoothly and according to plan all the time, but he bit back that thought in fear of jinxing things and stuck to his task at hand.
"Got any tools I can take to the door here? I can't do much more than just lock it with the key if ya' ain't at least got a hammer n' nails fer' me to use" Graves asked her as he went up the stairs. He started picking through the debris, grabbing a few wooden planks that weren't too burnt or near crumbling of a reasonable size that could be used to barricade the door. He even went so far as to break apart some of the intact batstools to use in his makeshift barricade for her cellar. The sooner he helped her tie up her loose ends the sooner he could get along with leaving Piltover - for good.
Last Edit: Feb 21, 2014 0:06:10 GMT -5 by The Outlaw
Post by Elly Wheeler on Feb 21, 2014 18:18:30 GMT -5
‘Had Graves just made a joke?’ Elly did a double take, surprise written in her every feature as she studied his face. Yes. There it was; a subtle gleam of humor flashing in his eyes. Relieved, she chuckled right along with him and then took another swig of the scotch as he handed it back, forgetting for a moment that she had cut herself off for the day.
“ I think the rest of this liquid sunshine has your name written all over it.” She told Graves when she realized, eyeing the bottle warily as she followed him back upstairs.
“How about you polish it off while I see what I can dig up in the way of tools..” Elly said offhandedly as she set the bottle down next to the cellar door upstairs.
Assuming he would do just that, the barkeep wandered around to the storage closet, or what was left of it. Before the bar had been demolished she had kept a bucket of nuts, bolts, screws and nails right next to where she kept the tools. What had become of them during the chaos was anyone’s guess but it was worth a look all the same. Elly stared down at the pile of rubble for a moment then tied her curls back and got to work.
By the time she returned to the Outlaw, she was covered in soot and her hair had sprung loose again but she wore a victorious smile as she deposited the can of nails and other minutia at his feet and then proudly held out a makeshift hammer for his inspection.
It was not the prettiest thing to behold but by her reasoning, it had to be better than nothing. "There was just no fixing it. This is the best idea I could come up with that didn't involve going out to buy a new one.” Elly explained to him.
Upon inspection Graves would find the improvised tool in her hands was the head of an actual hammer taped into the curve of a metal ice scoop to give it a handle. Wither he could use it or not, only he could say.
Last Edit: Feb 22, 2014 4:52:53 GMT -5 by Elly Wheeler
Post by The Outlaw on Feb 23, 2014 23:02:00 GMT -5
Graves accepts the bottle from Elly putting it on the floor next to him briefly as he placed the boards where he would nail them in onto the cellar door. After finishing this quickly Graves sat down against the wall and polished off the bottle of scotch as Elly suggested, not thinking even a moment the consequences of drinking three quarters of a bottle of fine scotch could possibly bring as he awaited Elly's return with some tools he could use. She returned shortly with what looked like basic things he could use to board up the cellar's trap-like door with. He decided not to ask why she returned looking like she had just jumped down someones recently used chimney, figuring it wasn't important, and accepted the tools she handed him with a nod. Upon closer inspection after she handed him the "hammer"...if it could actually be called that, he gave her a baffled look as he listened to her explanation.
"There was just no fixing it. This is the best idea I could come up with that didn't involve going out to buy a new one.”
"So...yous was to cheap to even get a new one? What in the hell were ya' usin' it on before that ya' done went n' broke it?" Graves slurred rhetorically, waving his hand in dismissal at the thought of a possible answer.
Without another word he took the makeshift hammer and some nails he began to work, though between trying to work with only one arm and his slight clumsiness due to being inebriated it was fairly slow work. After about a half hour or so Graves had the door boarded up securely, anyone short of some small explosives or a fire-axe and an incredible amount of zeal would most likely be unable to get in there now.
Last Edit: Feb 24, 2014 14:07:13 GMT -5 by The Outlaw
Post by Elly Wheeler on Feb 24, 2014 21:26:09 GMT -5
“Not cheap.” She mumbled in protest. “I just had bigger problems this week then replacing a burnt hammer handle.” Either the husk of a bar proved her point or Graves was too drunk to think of one because no snappy retort ever came.
The two of them passed the remaining time in almost companionable silence and soon enough, the cellar had been secured, the sun had gone down and by the time the moon started to rise, they had completed Elly’s half of the list, including the visit with her father.
Luckily her brother's old clothes, though a tight fit, had actually fit Graves and he'd put them on before they knocked. The old man had been none the wiser and was overjoyed when he opened his front door to find his youngest child rubbing elbows with the likes of a champion. He eagerly treated them both to the finest hospitality an aging scientist could offer and had insisted they stay for dinner.
The time passed much too quickly for Elly's taste but when her father offered to bring out a second bottle of wine just to get them to stay a little while longer, she knew it was time to say goodbye. Graves had reached his limit and so had she. Any more and neither one of them would be able to walk let alone do it in a straight enough line to dodge the law. As it was, she had to steady the Outlaw with one hand as they departed.
Just before they rounded the bend in the sidewalk that would take them out of sight, Elly turned back again to wave goodbye. The stooped figure of her father was still silhouetted on the front porch. With the way his health had been declining these last few years, the sight of him standing there, waving goodbye like always brought on a pang of guilt. Guilt for not telling him all the things she'd always meant to but just never found the courage to say. Elly cleared the moisture from her throat and silently prayed that this would not be the last time she would get the chance
"Thank's fer lettin me say goodbye." she slurred to Graves once they had managed to get far enough down the sidewalk to be safely out of sight. Elly steadied herself against a lamp post and in a futile attempt to cover the undercurrent of emotion in her voice, she posed a question she knew she’d regret asking later. “Sooo... What're we supposed ta do next?”
Last Edit: Feb 25, 2014 15:53:07 GMT -5 by Elly Wheeler
Post by The Outlaw on Feb 25, 2014 21:20:46 GMT -5
"Hm?...oh, yeah don' think nothin' bout it. I uhhh, yer' welcome n' all that nonsense" Graves managed to get out in reply to Elly's thanks. Having been behind bars for several months had done a number on his tolerance, at least that's the excuse he told himself as he kept placing a large effort to keep himself composed despite being fairly drunk. In reality, this night alone he had put away enough hard liquor and other forms of alcohol that would have the average man spilling his guts all over the sidewalk until he was dry heaving. That said he still was quite drunk and in his intoxicated state wasn't completely there.
When Elly posted herself up against the streetlight post he motioned to do the same against a building to his left - completely forgetting he was missing his left arm he was intending to lean on. As he leaned over and tried to catch himself with the limb that no longer existed he ended up falling to the ground comically. The surprise of the fall helped sober Graves up enough to start thinking straight again, though the same could still not be said for his motor functions.
"I reckon'...gettin' me an arm would be the right course of action right about now" he said as he picked himself up from the ground and dusted himself off. "Yer' Pa' mention yous gotta brother? Think he said...somethin' bout him bein' an eni-engineer like himself. I saw we pay him a visit n' get this taken care of, I ain't grown fond of bein' a damn gimp in th'shlightest" Graves suggested, though it came sounding more like that was the one and only option and goal they had for now.
Last Edit: Feb 26, 2014 8:05:23 GMT -5 by The Outlaw
Post by Elly Wheeler on Feb 26, 2014 0:49:49 GMT -5
Elly giggled and staggered forward with her hand outstretched, as if she wanted to help him to his feet regardless of wither or not she was in any shape to do so.
Fortunately, Graves was already getting up again by the time she made it over and so rather than stand there like an idiot; Elly busied herself with helping him brace against the wall and then listened as he talked her through his train of thought. When he was finished she sighed. “So lemme see if I got this straight. You wanna go see Braeton and somehow convince him to make you an arm?”
Elly took a moment and then responded with an inebriated shake of her head. “I get why ya wanna replacement for your arm Graves but this is a terrible idea. My brother is… Well let me put it to ya this way, I am his flesh and blood but if it were me, I would rather crawl around like an itty bitty worm with no arms or legs than deal with him.” She tried to reason with the Outlaw but it was no use, his mind seemed to be made up.
“Alright but don’t say I didn't warn ya.” Elly finally conceded after several minutes. She was too tired to argue the point and so she pushed off the wall and waited for Graves to catch up before setting off on the blessedly short walk to her brother’s home.
The closer they got, the more elaborate the houses became. The street lights glowed a little brighter, the sidewalks got a little broader and Elly walked a little bit slower, growing more nervous with every single step they took. It had been years since she had even spoken to her brother let alone paid him a visit.
By the time they reached the front door, all the color had fled from her features. She reached out to knock with a trembling hand but drew back at the last second and declared to Graves. “I don’t think I can do this.”
Not a moment later the barkeep had whirled around to face the side walk. The wild look in her eyes giving off the impression that she was not only ready to walk away from this seemingly mundane situation but run from it as fast as her legs would carry her.
Last Edit: Feb 26, 2014 1:01:16 GMT -5 by Elly Wheeler
Had it not been for the alcohol Graves would have noticed the paleness in Elly's face as well as the edginess that had crept its way into her personality the closer she led them to her brothers house. Unfortunately due to the scotch from the bar and several bottles of wine her father had all but poured down their gullets, Graves was all but oblivious to the change in his companions demeanor. Instead he was strangely captivated at how quickly things changed from what only could have been a few blocks at most where they had just departed from her father's house. The difference between the area's highlighted by the alcohol in the Outlaw's system, making the change from slums to uptown seem like walking into a new technological era.
That said, it was plainly obvious that "Braeton" was well off for himself based on the part of town he was living. Even with a simple glance one could tell that only folks more well off than others could afford to live here. Having come up hustling and stealing since he was but halfway between grass and hay made the Outlaw wonder what it was like to live a lavish, rich lifestyle. Never having to worry where the next meal was coming from or about the law catching up with you must be nice - not that he had to deal with that for some time after he joined the League. At least that was the case until once again recently Caitlyn had found it necessary to put him in the clanker for something as trivial as one or two civilian casualties (though he saw it more as an accident with the civilians simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time). In his mind that overzealous bitch was drunk on her own power, sentencing him to 50 years in prison, no chance for parole and blahblahblah - all Graves knew was that the punishment didn't fit the crime. If someone tried to make sense of his sentence it would be like trying to make a square fit into a circle shaped hole, it simply wouldn't happen. His thoughts were interrupted interrupted when Elly froze at the doorstep of what he assumed was her brothers house before she attempted to scuttle away after losing her nerve.
Graves sighed and grabbing Elly by her collar he completely manhandling her with one arm carrying her back with him once again to face the front door of her brothers house. Drunk or not Graves was determined to, at the very least, have two arms he could use once again and if he had to tie Elly up and drag her along for this he would. After all, in the long run he wasn't going to accomplish much of anything as a one armed amputee, and at the moment this was looking like the best opportunity to rectify that. "No room round the campfire...fer' a quitters blanket" he told Elly sternly, or as sternly as one could while fairly drunk before he placed her in front using himself to more or less block her only escape route.
Graves brazenly hammered away on the front door for a good few seconds, not noticing the doorbell in his stupor, and began waiting for anyone home to answer. After a good 30 seconds the wait for someone to open up was beginning to irritate him and he began to mentally grumble, considering simply breaking the door down if they were going to just be ignored.
Last Edit: Feb 26, 2014 11:30:22 GMT -5 by The Outlaw
Post by Elly Wheeler on Feb 26, 2014 17:05:08 GMT -5
When he finally let her go, Elly straightened up and began dusting off her clothing. “Not quitting, just don’t want to be here.” She grumbled.
The barkeep had just finished smoothing out her skirt when the porch light blinked on and the front door opened. The man in the doorway carried himself in as stately a manner as the place he called home. It was an imposing sight and even though Elly did her best to smile as she addressed him, the gesture came out looking more like a sheepish grimace. “Hello Brae. It’s been awhile.”
Braeton stared down his nose at his baby sister, analyzing her like a new idea that had come across his desk. “Ellysia. I would ask what could possibly have possessed you to come see me in the middle of the night with a drunken hobo at your side but I am honestly not that surprised. Behaving appropriately never was your strong suit.”
Her brother’s dry response was better than she had expected and Braeton said nothing more before he turned and went back inside, leaving the front door open. Elly fidgeted around as she tried to decide if it was meant as an invitation or not. Luckily Graves made the decision for her and boldly walked inside.
With no choice but to follow him, Elly came inside and shut the front door behind her. When she turned round she found that Graves was already strutting down the hallway, heading toward what appeared to be the kitchen like he owned the place.
There was only on light on so it was not hard to figure out where Braeton had disappeared to. Still, Elly found herself relieved to have someone else calling the shots in this case. Of course it might not be decisive action at all. 'Brae did call Graves a drunken hobo and....’ Her eyes went wide as the notion occurred to her. As the champion disappeared into the kitchen, the barkeep quickly hurried after him.
Last Edit: Feb 26, 2014 17:22:01 GMT -5 by Elly Wheeler
The rude and vain attitude that all but emanated off Elly's brother had really taken Graves for a surprise for a moment, especially after meeting their father who had been so kind to them going out of his way to show them all the hospitality he could. It made Graves start to think that saying about the apple not falling far from the tree was a load of horse shit. Not only had the lanky scientist directly insulted Graves in his face, but went as far as aggrieving his own sister as if she wasn't worthy to stand in his presence. Graves grew up as an orphan and had been going it alone for just about all his life and even he knew that wasn't how you treated family, but it was more so the insult directed at him that set him off.
'Drunk hobo?!' Graves thought sourly as he dauntlessly marched his way through the front door. Any trace of the docile drunk that was there just a moment ago was completely gone, replaced with a very angry Outlaw wearing a stone cold scowl. He was dead set on putting this kid in his place as he aggressively stalked through the house looking for him. Walking through the kitchen and following the dim light in the house he eventually found Braeton in another room, sitting at a desk with a single desk lamp on reading what looked to be documents or schematics of some sort. Graves quickly stormed up to him and quite literally kicked him out of the chair he sat in. He then picked him up roughly before throwing him against the wall, holding the gangly asshole up by the throat choking him a bit.
"Listen here string bean. You ever run into a feller before that ya' really shouldn't have pissed off? Well, that's me n' if you value walkin' on yer' own merit you best start treatin' BOTH of us with some damn respect." Graves growled into Braedon's face, the alcohol still strong on his breath. When Braeton attempted to squirm out of his grip Graves took him and threw him over the desk he had been sitting just moments ago, walking over to the scrambling putz and planting his boot squarely on his chest, pinning him in place like a rodent before speaking again.
"Now what we're gonna be needin' from you is simple - a hextech arm to replace my missin' one. Nothin' fancy required just gotta work like the one I used to throw yer' scrawny ass across the room a moment ago. From what yer' Pa' was sayin' yer' enough of an egghead to get this done by mornin' - n' yer' gonna get it done by then, we clear?" Graves told him. When Braeton began a retort that didn't even remotely sound like a 'yes' Graves punched him in that smug face of his to get his point across in a clearer way - he didn't have a say in this.
Last Edit: Feb 27, 2014 0:53:33 GMT -5 by The Outlaw
Post by Elly Wheeler on Feb 27, 2014 3:11:51 GMT -5
As wrong as she knew it was, Elly couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit satisfied when she walked in to find Graves teaching her brother a long overdue lesson. Braeton struggled to catch his breath under the Outlaw’s boot, his expression filled with desperation till finally his panicked eyes came to rest on the tranquil green of his sister’s. He reached out, silently pleading for her help.
This was the Outlaw of legend. Elly thought as she looked on. It was a refreshingly far cry from the man she had met the first time, the one wasting away in that prison cell. Years from now she would look back on this moment and tell people that it was like someone had flipped on a light switch, mutually banishing the shadows of a caged man and a bullied little kid who had been too afraid to stand up for herself.
With deliberate slowness she walked over to the two of them but she kept herself just out of reach of her brothers grasping fingertips. The respect the Outlaw demanded was something Brae hadn't shown for anyone since their mother passed on and it was about time someone put him back in his place.
“Best make 'yes' the next word out of your mouth Brae. I am pretty sure he wouldn't mind killing you after you went and insulted him like that. Might have done it already if you weren't so useful and do you know what? For the life of me, I can’t think of one good reason to ask him not to.”
Elly watched the truth sink in as her brother got his breath back. If looks could kill, the glare her brother gave her would have ended her right there on the spot. Elly could almost see the gears turning in the back of Braeton’s mind, calculating the odds till finally he looked up at Graves and spat out his reluctant agreement. “Very well, but if you expect me to attempt this in one night than I recommend you let me up so I can get to work.”
He continued, this time speaking to Elly. "I am going to need materials. If I provide you with a list, do you think you can manage such a complicated task dear sister?"
Last Edit: Feb 27, 2014 3:13:58 GMT -5 by Elly Wheeler
Post by The Outlaw on Feb 27, 2014 19:51:13 GMT -5
Completely ignoring Braeton's heated answer to his demands Graves dug the heel of hit boot into his stomach to get him to shutup, giving him a glare that would peel pain off the walls. It was clear to Graves that this pathetic excuse for a human being still didn't get it - so he would spell it out for him. "Yer' gonna do everything I say n' yer' gonna be doin' it with a smile on yer' face. Make the list..." Graves spat out at him, tossing a piece of paper and a pen at Braedon that he scooped up from the desk.
The brother grumbled to himself as he scribbled down a list of things he would need to make the prosthetic hextech arm, most of which wouldn't be common household items - luckily the house was laden with half completed gadgets and instruments that could be scraped and used for the parts needed. He handed it to Graves, flinching a bit as the Outlaw got in his face before snatching the list from his hands. Scanning it over Graves realized he had no idea what many of these items were. He figured he'd take it pretending he knew what he was doing and began scanning the room they were in, trashing anything that could be used to call for help in his search for any thing that looked complicated enough to have something that could be used for his arm in it. Before leaving the room he walked over to Elly, handing her his pistol and giving her a slight nudge towards her brother.
"I'm fixin' on gettin' this list together, you watch him. He so much as sneezes n' I want you shoot him right in his knee" he told her before he made his way through the house making quite a bit of noise as he rummaged through things. He gathered tools as well as everything and anything that looked hextech in origin (even a couple flashlights) that could be used for scrap parts as he made his way through the house, looking for a way to cut the power to the house so nothing in it could be used to signal for help.
Eventually he made his way to what looked the garage and found the circuit breaker, and subsequently bashed the circuit board after flipping all the switches to the 'off' position. Grunting in approval of his work he turned to return to Elly and Braedon with the several items he had gathered into a makeshift bag before something caught his eye in the darkness. Inside the garage there was something covered with a large grey tarp, which peaked the Outlaws curiosity. After going over and removing the tarp what was underneath had him grinning from ear to ear - a vehicle. Things we're certainly going his way at the moment and he was loving every minute of it as he made his way through the house back to Elly with the good news of her brothers "charitable donation" of a vehicle for their "noble cause".
Last Edit: Feb 27, 2014 19:52:50 GMT -5 by The Outlaw
Post by Elly Wheeler on Feb 27, 2014 20:13:32 GMT -5
“Gladly.” She responded as she took the gun from Graves. Elly pointed the business end in the general vicinity of her brother’s knees and then took a seat on the edge of the desk, keeping careful watch as the Outlaw’s footsteps faded away.
Awkward silence filled the room the moment Graves left. No sound but the slow tick tock of a clock somewhere nearby. Several tense minuets came and went before Braeton decided to make his move. He glanced up at Elly and then began to fidget. Out of the corner of her eye she watched his left hand slowly drift underneath the desk with each feigned readjustment.
When she spoke up, the warning in her voice gave him pause. “You’re putting a fair amount of faith in my ability to shoot straight. I could miss and end up taking out something you value a whole lot more than just your knees.”
The lanky middle aged man looked up at his sister in feigned innocence. “What could you possibly mean?” Elly cocked the hammer back before responding. “I am not an idiot Brae; I came up with the idea of a hidden emergency system for the home in the first place. Remember Following Graves example, she put her foot on his chest and shoved his chair back a few feet. “Don’t try anything like that again.”
The snide smile that grew on Braeton's face told her she’d been right. “Well done. I would not have thought you could be so observant Ellysia. However you are quite mistaken.” In response to her raised brow he added. “The hidden alarm system was my idea; I even have the award in that case over there to prove it.”
The barkeep glanced toward the trophy case and then back to him but she only shook her head in response. Any point in arguing had passed when they were both children. She knew the truth and that was all that mattered.
Unfortunately he wasn't willing to let it go so easily. “So tell me sis, how many times do you have to bed a champion to get one to stand being in your humble presence?” Braeton asked, keeping that same self satisfied smile on his face.
Elly rolled her eyes at his attempt to get her angry, goad her into making a mistake. “It won’t work Brae, you aren't worth the energy. Besides, it's not like that. I am here because…” Elly paused, her brow furrowing in thought as she questioned her own motives. It felt wrong to say she was being held hostage. Graves had helped her with the cellar, let her say goodbye and he hadn't hurt her in the least.
On the other hand she was not free to go on her merry way either. She could have just let Brae get away with alerting the authorities and been done with this whole mess. So the real question was;why hadn't she? Elly’s mouth drew down at the corners as she searched her mind for an answer.
Suddenly the light shut off, drowning the room in darkness. ‘Smart man.’ She thought, applauding Graves for his foresight. “Oh for the love of… How do you people expect me to work under these conditions!?!” The aggravation in her brother’s voice only made the situation more amusing.
“You’re the genius, you figure it out. I can’t come up with all your ideas for you.” Elly responded, chuckling softly in the darkness until the sound of footsteps coming toward the room gave her pause.
“Graves?”
Last Edit: Feb 27, 2014 20:22:54 GMT -5 by Elly Wheeler
Post by The Outlaw on Feb 28, 2014 23:03:02 GMT -5
Graves' heavy footsteps resounded loudly on the hardwood floors of Braeton's home as he sauntered back to the room grunting in acknowledgement to Elly's greeting. Glad to see her brother hadn't tried anything while he was away he tossed the sack of gadgets he had collected from around the house at the his feet and made a motion for him to get to work. "What's all this?! I don't see a single thing I put on that list I wrote out, just how dense can you be!?" Braeton chided in a scalding tone. Braeton would never admit it but from all the hextech equipment and gadgets he had lying around his house, there would be more than enough parts after dismantling them all to make what the Outlaw requested - no - demanded of him.
Graves sighed in irritation. For such a touted 'genius' he certainly lacked the brains required for self preservation. Graves reminded him yet again of the situation he was in by hitting him across the face with one of the flashlights he had found, drawing blood and breaking the man's nose. "Yer' gonna be takin' apart yer' lil' gadgets to make my arm...though I'm startin' to think yer' brain cavity wouldn't make a drinkin' cup fer' a canary if you couldn't even figure that out on yer' own" Graves replied heatedly.
He gave Graves a piercing glare in response as he tenderly held his nose before a livid looking Outlaw took a step forward, meaning to stomp on his ankle and break it. Any ounce of boldness or defiance Braeton had left was quickly replaced with only thoughts of self preservation, giving the engineer all the motivation he needed to get started as he scrambled to begin his work to avoid any more physical punishment. Despite being forced to work against his will, he soon became enthralled in his work constructing the arm, silently mumbling things to himself as he put it together at an impressive pace under the scrutinizing glare Graves kept set upon him.
A few hours passed with not a word spoken between anyone, only the sounds of the hextech arm being assembled. During this time Graves' thoughts roamed freely, thinking about how he would get Destiny back, and what was the best way to leave the city in that vehicle he had found in the garage. He had never personally driven one, but was certain he could figure it out - no, that wouldn't work if anyone recognized him they would soon have half of Piltover PD on their tails. Of course, he DID have Elly and it would make more sense for her to be driving while he hid in the trunk until they were beyond Piltover's borders. "You ever diven one of them motor vehicles before Elly?" Graves asked nonchalantly breaking the silence as Braedon continued to work.
Last Edit: Feb 28, 2014 23:11:24 GMT -5 by The Outlaw
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“Listen Graves, I am sorry for snapping at you. Not to make excuses but it’s been kind of a rough week so I hope you can cut me some slack. Now, you may have guessed this but I don’t exactly know how to do this whole security thing with the door. I don’t even know where to start and I need... well, I need your um… help... Please?"