Post by Roderich Edelstein on Feb 9, 2011 14:32:43 GMT -5
It didn't seem like a bad thing to do at the time. Oh no, it didn't seem like a bad idea at all. A simple request to meet up with someone, not a very harmful thing, one would normally think.
Roderich certainly didn't think to much of it, and why should he? This was a dinner party after all, what could go wrong. With these many people wandering about this manor, it was good to take your time and get to know them anyway, especially if you normally wouldn't think of doing so normally. Roderich was much to comfortable in his own house to venture outside, he lacked the need for general socialization these days.
But because this was a different situation all together, he had agreed to a meeting, in a slight hope to maybe, just maybe, expand his circle of 'friends'. It was a bit of a wait, having arrived so early. The Austrian had his arms fold over his chest, tapping his foot impatiently. Standing there alone was a little unnerving, he admitted, as he looked around, his gaze finally resting on the staircase leading down. The sound of footsteps soon echoed trough the hall, creeping closer, eventually jerking him out of his thoughts.
Roderich looked up, he looked like he was about to say something when he realized what the other held. A rush of adrenaline went trough him as he moved out of the way, already anticipating what would happen. It didn't matter. He felt a sting in his leg, which turned into a hellish pain in only a matter of seconds. A yelp escaped him, which would have turned into a scream had he not bitten back on his lip.
Everything had happened in the blink of an eye after that, disorientating Roderich completely. For a moment everything seemed to be spinning, and constantly bumping into things didn't help. He was aware he had been knocked off his feet and was currently falling down the stairs, but what did it matter. When he finally hit the floor, Roderich attempted to move in a last desperate attempt. He pushed himself up, barely noticing the sound of the footsteps behind him.
He could feel the air move around when the weapon got buried in his back. There was nothing he could do when he collapsed onto the floor again, the life already drained out of him, the wounds still heavily bleeding.
Roderich certainly didn't think to much of it, and why should he? This was a dinner party after all, what could go wrong. With these many people wandering about this manor, it was good to take your time and get to know them anyway, especially if you normally wouldn't think of doing so normally. Roderich was much to comfortable in his own house to venture outside, he lacked the need for general socialization these days.
But because this was a different situation all together, he had agreed to a meeting, in a slight hope to maybe, just maybe, expand his circle of 'friends'. It was a bit of a wait, having arrived so early. The Austrian had his arms fold over his chest, tapping his foot impatiently. Standing there alone was a little unnerving, he admitted, as he looked around, his gaze finally resting on the staircase leading down. The sound of footsteps soon echoed trough the hall, creeping closer, eventually jerking him out of his thoughts.
Roderich looked up, he looked like he was about to say something when he realized what the other held. A rush of adrenaline went trough him as he moved out of the way, already anticipating what would happen. It didn't matter. He felt a sting in his leg, which turned into a hellish pain in only a matter of seconds. A yelp escaped him, which would have turned into a scream had he not bitten back on his lip.
Everything had happened in the blink of an eye after that, disorientating Roderich completely. For a moment everything seemed to be spinning, and constantly bumping into things didn't help. He was aware he had been knocked off his feet and was currently falling down the stairs, but what did it matter. When he finally hit the floor, Roderich attempted to move in a last desperate attempt. He pushed himself up, barely noticing the sound of the footsteps behind him.
He could feel the air move around when the weapon got buried in his back. There was nothing he could do when he collapsed onto the floor again, the life already drained out of him, the wounds still heavily bleeding.
