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» Who Let the Dogs Out, Tag: Rawrson
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 Posted: Feb 8 2018, 04:24 PM
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It wasn’t always that Olivier had to make his way to the suspended offices where a smaller branch of his family’s business was located, but dad dearest thought it was good for Oli if he started to take a more active role in managing the smaller offices, to build experience so one day when he took over.

It wasn’t always he came to the small office, that was the point. So why today of all days was when everyone decided to bring the brutes to visit. Rabid animals who took part in the worst sport in existence, not the golds who sponsored the fights and pretended to be civilized, they actually had brought the obsidians to parade around. Big, burly, menacing men and women with more scars that there was skin in their bodies. Crooked noses and grimaces instead of the polite neutral smile you usually saw the upper class using. Olivier was appalled. Some days he thought golds were more brutish than obsidians themselves, and this was one of those days.

He was on the phone, trying to appear small as the gladiators paraded around and looked like they were one step away from punching each other through the floor. He was currently trying to convince his dad to come pick him up. “I know what I said dad. But I didn’t think there’d be animals roaming the streets. They should put them all in cages or leashes if they want to come out in the open like this. Please come get me…” His silver eyes scanned the crowd as he spoke.

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 Posted: Feb 9 2018, 12:05 PM
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s it was, the only person who liked the fact the obsidians were here less than Olivier, was Rawson himself.

This was a circus. All of it. A conglomeration of trained apes, dogs, and monkeys. It wasn’t as thought the Arena technically needed the press. At least, not by Rawson’s estimation. The bloodsport seemed to attract enough attention on its own within its target demographic without any of…

Well, this. This bullshit.

Lights. Reporters. Cameras. Metallic smiles of dizzying white teeth that ought to be pointed, given the sharks they belonged to. All to drum up hype for upcoming matches in a bid for more viewership, sponsors, and precious advertising revenue.

It didn’t matter. No one was here for his opinion. No one cared. His role — together with the rest of the gladiators dragged to this cesspit of the Regal Mile — was simple: Stand where they tell you, shirts off, and occasionally step forward and look menacing for the camera when your name gets called.

He despised this. Every part of it. He felt like a prized bull taken to market. Livestock. Muscle. Raw flesh and sinew, paraded to the highest bigger. An inadvertent cog in the metal meat-grinder that was the Novas Arena; a pit designed to exploit those with no hope left, and nothing else to trade but their lives.

The glare into the cameras, at least, did not need to be feigned.

The farce came to an end. Recess. Intermission. Whatever. They weren’t technically supposed to leave, in case someone called for reshoots or needed them as background padding them for a shot. And Rawson was the current prized bull, after all. They warned him not to go far.

He didn’t care.

He just needed out. At the first opportunity, he’d found his shirt, found his jacket, and was headed for the nearest elevator, shoulders squared, with a black look that sent most scurrying out of his path.

For many of the gladiators, this was their first visit to Upper Novas. Some were solemn, shaking their heads as they peered through wall length windows, watching the glittering expanse of the cityscape that seemed a world away from the slums and barracks most called home. Other, more seasoned fighters were used to the Pony Show by now, almost garnering a schadenfreude-esque amusement from the squirrelly, anxious looks of the metallics and middle-pigments as they went past.

It was a coping mechanism, in a way. If you couldn’t be respected, feared came a close second.

Of the precious metals and pretty colours, some were… well… a little less subtle in their distaste than others. It wasn’t that Rawson had been intentionally eves-dropping. More that it was hard not to overhear.

Rawson hadn’t waited in front of the elevators. Too many people. Too much by way of crowds. And in any sense, he was sick of being looked at. He was a private person at the best of times. Took his solace in solitude. And so instead, he’d pulled up around the corner, out of sight, rested his shoulder against wall to take the weight off an injured knee, and listened.

Words.

Animals.

Cages.

It was a sentiment he’d heard so many times before he should have been numb to it. But that didn’t stop the growl that nearly tore out of his throat, as though to prove the truth to the boy’s point.

The familiar sterile ding of the elevator echoed on the floor, and jaw clenched tight, Rawson stepped away from the wall, throwing the black hood of his jacket over his head as he went. He’d had enough. Of today. Of this. His head was starting to throb, and the joint in his knee still felt like it was rubbing sandpaper with every step, despite the dose of NSAIDs already coursing through his system.

There was only one boy taking the elevator, holding a phone to his ear. The boy was tall. Sleek, in that way Silvers so often were. He might have even been tall enough to pass for one of the smaller obsidians, were it not for the almost elfin build, fine limbs, and clear, unmarked face that only came from cultivated breeding and a lifetime of privilege.

If that didn’t give it away, the eyes did. That flash of bright silver irises. You didn’t afford trinkets like that on a Grey’s salary.

Rawson spared him a mutinous glare as he stepped into the elevator after him, broad frame casting a shadow inside the gleaming metal box, shoulders blocking the exit. He turned, facing away from him and with a bang, smashed the Elevator Close button with the side of his fist.

The sliding doors closed shut, sealing them both inside with a metal hiss of hydraulics.

… Cages, huh?

He had to wonder if the boy would feel comfortable continuing to voice his opinions now. Some metallics were more foolhardy than others.

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OLIVIER KOWALSKI
 Posted: Feb 14 2018, 09:27 PM
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“-Oh, I have to take the lift- Yes I know dad, but please. I swear- Okay, I have to hung up, no signal inside.” At first he hadn’t paid much attention to the guy who entered the elevator behind him, he felt safe in this building, it was smacked in the middle of the upper class district, nothing bad would happen here so he was distracted, even with the supposedly monster that lurked in every corner. Surely the golds would keep their animals close by to avoid harm right? Right??

So when he hanged up and took a good look at the man who stood beside him, he gave an honest jump backwards until he felt the wall at his back. The man was absolutely massive, his head almost touching the ceiling. Not to mention the powerful muscles that looked like they could crush Olivier’s head with just a little pressure. But the deadliest giveaway was the scars, marring skin, deforming the man’s face and together with the glare it was like one of Olivier’s nightmares suddenly stood there in front of him.

Olivier’s face went pale and he straightened himself in a rigid position and shot a terrified smile at the man that looked more like a cringe. He stood as far away as possible from what could only be one of the obsidians. Did he hear what Oli said??? Oh gods, he did, didn’t he he? Was he going to punch Oli into a red mush that the browns would have to scrape off of the elevator floor?

He silent prayed that the elevator would please go faster so he could run away.


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 Posted: Feb 19 2018, 03:58 AM
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t was a sad state of affairs that Rawson wasn’t entirely surprised. True, admittedly an honest to God thud — as though the boy behind him had literally just kept back in desperation to get away from him — wasn’t the usual reaction, but he'd be lying if he said it was hadn't seen it before.

He should have been angry. Offended, at least. Hell, Gods knew he had the right. Instead, Rawson had to try not to laugh. Not honest laughter. No. There was very little about this that was genuinely funny when you stopped to think about it. It was more the kind of exhausted, cynical laughter one had to give when there was nothing else left.

He was tired.

He was just... tired.

When Rawson turned his head, the kid's forced smile already looked as though he was two seconds away from trying to scramble up the walls of the elevator in a bid for freedom.

“Easy, kid,” Rawson grumbled, although his coarse baritone night have sounded slightly more reassuring if it didn’t sound like he was snarling them through clenched teeth.

Between the pain in his leg and the shitshow of a day, he didn’t have a lot of spare energy for trying to be chipper. It wasn’t as though Rawson was any more thrilled than the Silver was about the idea of having to share the same oxygen, but thirty seconds in the elevator wasn’t going to kill either of them.

… Famous last words.

The elevator heaved beneath his feet as it began to move.

Something was…

The jolt was too sudden, and without warning, the elevator lurched down, followed by a high pitched screech of scraping metal. Rawson looked up sharply, muscles in his neck tight as overhead, the lights flickered, and the elevator promptly ground to a halt.

“Son of a—”

There was a BANG, this time as Rawson’s fist slammed as the side of the metal with tightly coiled anger, the muscles in his neck tight as he glared up towards the roof, jaw clenched.

Had it just—?

Fuck.

“You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin'...”


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OLIVIER KOWALSKI
 Posted: Feb 23 2018, 06:29 PM
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Easy kid, the man shaped like a wall said in what sounded more like a growl than an actual person speaking. Olivier crossed his arms protectively, a snarky reply at the tip of his tongue but he was too much of a wuss to say anything. Or…. almost “You easy up” he said in the lowest tone possible, the words escaping before he could control his tongue. He put his hand over his mouth and looked at the obsidian to see if he heard the words.

Nothing happened at first, the obsidian didn’t seem inclined to kill Oli on the spot, which he was thankful for. It was his lucky day apparently.

Except not.

The elevator lurched in place, the sound of grinding metal was low and Olivier felt himself tumble on the ground and his stomach dropped. The lights flickered and oli screamed, backing himself against the wall as much as he could, not that served for anything, it was just a fear response.

The elevator didn’t explode at the bottom of the building, but it stopped and didn’t move even as the minutes passed. Olivier was staring at the ceiling when a bang made him jump. The reality was this: The elevator broke, he was trapped inside a death tube with an obsidian.

“Nonononononononononono!!!!!” He looked around like a trapped rabbit, he went to the door and tried to pry it open but it was useless with his stick arms. His phone had no signal and the power had gone out inside, so that meant no communication. “I’m dead.”


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RAWSON LYNCH
 Posted: Feb 24 2018, 04:30 PM
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“N
ot yet you ain’t.”

It was more of a... ‘grumpy reflex’ than anything, but Rawson couldn’t bring himself to coddle the little shit, especially when he’d just felt the need to scream inside a small metal box when Rawson already had a headache.

“Not unless you don’t stop talkin’.”

… Okay. Now he was deliberately being mean.

Sue him.

Emergency lights had flicked on overhead, filling the elevator with an ominous red glow. Beating the elevator into submission obviously hadn’t worked, so Rawson took a second to bash his broad, calloused thumb against some of the buttons. His knuckles were heavily scarred, bulging and distorted; some of the fingers slightly twisted where they’d once been broken.

Predictably — aside from adding a new row of lights onto the panel — the endeavor accomplished precisely fuck all.

Rawson didn’t seem pleased by this.

“Fuck.”

They’d dropped… how far, exactly? Rawson paused to think. At least twelve foot, if he had to guess. That would put them—

Rawson grunted at the unfortunate realisation, pulling his hood back off his head so he could run a hand through his buzzed hair and mutter a colourful string of curses under his breath.

They were between floors. Which meant unless the power came back on...

... Double fuck.

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OLIVIER KOWALSKI
 Posted: Feb 26 2018, 04:06 PM
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Olivier put his hands over his mouth, looking at the obsidian trying to gauge how serious he was with his threats. You never knew with the oversized monsters. The levator broke because the guy was so big and heavy the machinery couldn’t take it. But he sure as hell wasn’t going to voice that thought, he valued his life.

The obsidian tried pressing buttons, but all it did is make things more colorful. “You'll break it further” He chidded, more afraid he’d make the lift fall than of the man himself. They were what? On the 14th floor or something, maybe a little less, but no matter, it’d still be a significant fall that would kill Olivier, if not the obsidian.

And as the minutes passed and it was clear the lift wasn’t thinking about moving, Oli could see the obsidian growing angrier, the swearing was cringey if not unexpected. He couldn’t expect education from someone like him but… yeah, he wasn’t used to dealing with low class slang (could it even be called slang?). He pretended it didn’t bother him.

“So erm….” He cleared his throat and tried to appear like he was just nervous, and not terrified for his life “Could you perhaps try prying the door open? I mean… you look like you could, if- if you wwanted” Dammit stutter, Oli was doing so well.

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RAWSON LYNCH
 Posted: Mar 4 2018, 03:04 AM
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uh. So he’d found his voice after all. Rawson was wondering how long that particular threat was going to last.

Evidently, not long enough.

At first, he almost thought against dignifying it with a response. That said, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t contemplating the same thing.

They were between floors, so no one was squeezing out even if they wanted to. They might not be able to get out, but... If they’d dropped at least a few inches into the floor below, they might be able to communicate with someone, given the goddamned Emergency Help button had accomplished fuck-all...

He looked back up at the roof. Eyed the doors, still pried shut. Scowled. Then, looked back at the Stop lever.

“... Yeah. If it’ll shut your ass up.”

Fuck it.

But first, Rawson rounded on the Silver, taking a heavy step forward and pointing one gnarled hand coarsely in his direction.

“I don’t wanna hear no shit about ‘Unlawful Property Damage,’ you got that?”

Asking him to pry the elevator then slapping him with a formal Malicious Damage charge sounded like precisely the sort of petty shit a Silver would find funny.

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Oli chidded the obsidian and immediately regretted it as the beast of a man scowled and seem to appraise the whole lift, as if contemplating breaking the walls apart or something. Would Oli have to explain how much of a bad idea that was?? Yeah he said to pry the doors open, but the doors were just stuck, they were mean to open. The walls were…. Walls.

He shut up, the obsidian got what he meant so he could shut up and not speak until this nightmare was over. But then the brute was rounding him up, Oli backed as much as he could, until he was just one step away from going through the wall, his back flat on the metal as he tried to appear as small as possible.

“Wwhat?” He squeaked, fearing for his life more than ever now. “No, I-I wwouldn’t! I asked you to do that! I wwouldn’t…. Charge you wwith anything! That’s…. Taht’s ridonkulous. erm... ridiculous i-i mean. Sorry for the misunderstanding….” Rambly oli, rambled, and he could keep rambling while he tried to melt into the elevator wall.


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idonkulous?

The kid looked as though he was literally cowering; face pale, words barely stuttering out of his mouth. And for that instantaneous flash of a second, Rawson couldn’t help but feel an unexpected flash of guilt.

Well, fuck.

“A’right, kid,” he managed. Gentler this time. “A’right.”

Rawson stepped back, giving the kid a final glance over — just to make sure he hadn’t caused any permanent psychological damage — before screwing his face into something grotesque and pressing a thumb and forefinger into the battered bridge of his nose, forcing himself to take a breath.

Four in.

Out.

Hold.

As easy as it was to take his frustrations out on the Silverling, it wasn’t technically the little bastard’s fault.

Christ.

What did he even remember about elevators?

He’d learned a bit about elevator extractions during Phase 3 of BRC training, back when the Tactical Assault Corps were still worried about potential attacks on home soil. But that had been what? Nearly three decades ago?

That was going to have to do.

“A’right. Listen up.”

He had a plan. Or at least the outline of one.

“Emergency light’s’re on, yeah?” Rawson let his hand drop. “That squealin’ you heard? That was the brakes comin’ on. Means we lost power. Whole buildin’ or just us, I ain’t sure yet.”

He glanced back up at the same roof panel he was eyeing up before. The fact the Help button wasn’t working implied the failure might be building wide, which sounded like his luck. If he was right about where they’d stopped, they were probably going to have to…

Huh.

Time’d tell how the Silver would feel about that particular prospect.

He looked back to the Silver, brow furrowed. “I can get these doors open but that don’t mean shit if we don’t got no way out.”

He was watching him closely now, glancing him up and down, as though he was weighing him up his capability.

“You willin’ to get those hands of yours dirty?”

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OLIVIER KOWALSKI
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Olivier could just faint, he felt really close to doing so, in fact. He slumped in relief against the wall when the obsidian backed away, at this rate even if he wasn’t killed by the obsidian he’d die by heart attack.Maybe if he stayed quiet as a mouse rescue would eventually come.

Or not.

The obsidian’s gruff voice made Oli stand in attention, suddenly the man seemed to have a plan and the silver wasn’t sure he was ready to partake in it. But when it’s do or die the choice became obvious. He listened attentively as the man explained things and suddenly Olivier had the realization that there was actually inteligence behind all those scars and angry eyes. And he had a plan.

A plan that involved Oli’s help somehow.

You can do it Olivier, you can put all your meager courage together and find a way to make whatever it was the obsidian was thinking work. Even if technically he was not, in fact, willing to get his hands dirty.

“What exactly do you need me to do” He asked with a certain calm compared to the other times he spoke, even his stutter was gone momentarily. He was still nervous but something about having a plan felt good.


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RAWSON LYNCH
 Posted: Mar 9 2018, 02:27 PM
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uh. A Silver willing to follow instructions from an Obsidian. Maybe Hell was just that much closer to freezing over than Rawson thought. He'd anticipated more bitching, but he sure as shit wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Right. These things’re built with two safety features to try’n stop us doin’ exactly what we’re about to do,” Rawson explained, squinting up at the corner of the elevator to try and get a model number.

“When I pry this door open, I'm gunna break the Interlock. The doors're gonna get about ten centimeters before it hits what’s called a Door Restrictor. Think of two hydraulic arms that don’t let the doors open unless the car’s all lined up right.”

There it was. Rawson made a mental note, and turned his head to look back at the Silver for a moment, mentally measuring his forearm.

All of this would have been easier if he wasn’t still nursing an injured shoulder. Perhaps the fact the Silver had gotten stuck in here with him was a stroke of luck after all.

“That phone o’ yours? It still got service? While I’m pryin’ the door, I need ya to look up the location of the Door Restrictor on a SAMSON 31-B. It’ll either be a switch or a lever. 'Cause when this door opens, you gonna have to squeeze your arm through and find it. Your arm’ll fit. Mine won’t. Otherwise, we’re gunna have'ta guess. Think you can handle that?”

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OLIVIER KOWALSKI
 Posted: Mar 15 2018, 08:21 PM
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Oh greeeeeeeeeat. They were doing something bad, possibly dangerous, something the people who built this have thought about and put safety measures to stop it. Olivier was immediately having second and third thoughts. The worst part is that the uneducated, dumb, brainless brute know more about the situation than Olivier. It was like he had been slapped by reality and everything he thought about Obsidians suddenly was questionable.

Where was the brainless beast he always heard about?

Olivier just stared as the Obsidian explained, wearing an expression that resembled a fish quite a lot.

It took him a bit to answer, some of those words were unknown to him, which made him feel quite dumb. Outsmarted by an obsidian “Erm… phone is dead. But you plan sounds lovely and all, but what happens if you let go of those doors and my arm is still there? I mean… won’t that snap shut and...” he made scissors gesture. He wasn’t planning on losing an arm today.

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