Ken cries out as the wire catches him about the shoulders, and nearly, nearly succumbs to panic.
He cries out at the feeling of the wire encircling his body, he tries to pull away and yelps again when it only causes it to bite the deeper. Cursing and struggling, wincing at the sudden bite of pain, Ken claws desperately at it as it digs into his shoulders-- he closes his eyes, forces himself to calm. Forces himself to take deep gasps of the scalding, choking air, for what little good it will do, and think. He knows Youji, he knows that, half-blinded by cholking skeins of smoke, there was noother way he'd even have found the wire in the first place-- Okay. You know why he just did that. You know why, Hidaka, calm down.
Calm down.
Forcing himself to work slow, to work careful, Ken unwinds the wire from about his shoulders. He gently tugs it from about him then, the fine skeins of it held loosely between his hands, he walks back to the railing and carefully wraps the wire about it, ignoring the feeling of it cutting into the tips of his fingers, making his fingers and his palms bleed. He doesn't look up, just concentrates on the job at hand. Wrap it about the support strut, tie it off, tug at it to make sure it's secure--
He straightens. Leaning back over the parapet, he yells down at Youji. "Got it!"
And all the while the stranger just watches, as if there's nowhere he would rather be. He can wait.
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Date: 2010-03-28 07:57 am (UTC)He cries out at the feeling of the wire encircling his body, he tries to pull away and yelps again when it only causes it to bite the deeper. Cursing and struggling, wincing at the sudden bite of pain, Ken claws desperately at it as it digs into his shoulders-- he closes his eyes, forces himself to calm. Forces himself to take deep gasps of the scalding, choking air, for what little good it will do, and think. He knows Youji, he knows that, half-blinded by cholking skeins of smoke, there was noother way he'd even have found the wire in the first place-- Okay. You know why he just did that. You know why, Hidaka, calm down.
Calm down.
Forcing himself to work slow, to work careful, Ken unwinds the wire from about his shoulders. He gently tugs it from about him then, the fine skeins of it held loosely between his hands, he walks back to the railing and carefully wraps the wire about it, ignoring the feeling of it cutting into the tips of his fingers, making his fingers and his palms bleed. He doesn't look up, just concentrates on the job at hand. Wrap it about the support strut, tie it off, tug at it to make sure it's secure--
He straightens. Leaning back over the parapet, he yells down at Youji. "Got it!"
And all the while the stranger just watches, as if there's nowhere he would rather be. He can wait.