A shot in the Dark

[Master_Rollipolly]

Paulie stood there for a moment, not sure what to think. He fumbled over his words mumbling to himself in french about what to do. 'What to do, what to do, oh speak, speaking is good.' His mind jumped about until he come to the conclusion of help. His native tongue forced him to start out with "Vous,.." But he quickley caught his mistake before he confused the lad any further. "You...speak ....English?" He asked slowly, making sure to pronouce every word slowly. hoping the answer would be yes. His german was about as good as giving a donkey a computer: he didn't know what to do so he was a jackass about it.

He stood a far distance away, afraid he might get biten or something if he approached him too closely. Seeing the red color deepen on the boys cheeks, he politely cast his eyes down to his shoes, along with his manners, the kid was quite a sight to see. Thats not something you want to keep in your memory when you go to sleep.

[Flint]

"Yeah, speak English real well." Flint managed to mumble, glancing to the man. Oh good, he'd looked away. But still. His position was humiliating...and this man...at least if it was Black nation spies they'd have a little more compassion. Sure he'd never live it down, but at least they just help him out. This guy was standing there staring at him. His mind screamed at him to ask this person to get him loose, while another half said it didn't want the man so close to him while he was like this. But....if he was left here, by the time his fellow Black's found him he'd be sore and probably out of work a few days recovering. How he loathed doctors. For a moment he warred with himself, eyes clenched tightly closed before his mouth opened involuntarily.

"Help me?" The words were barely audible, and he instantly wanted to kick himself for sounding so vulnerable. Why had he said anything? This guy could have been yelled at to go away! He was sure that his nation would come and get him...he didn't want anyone else to find him like this...let alone some stranger who was probably another agent!

[Master_Rollipolly]

Paulie gave a smile of relief to find there wouldn't be a barrier between them thanks to languages. "Great!" He said and made his way over to him with a sashay manner, plopping down in front of him. "Hmm, I would give you my coat to cover up with but....." He glanced down at his coat with quite concern. "...I just had it clean and I don't wanna' get it dirty. So!, I'll find something else." Paulie was normally in a good mood, when he wasn't jealous or working. He wasn't much for pity, but he was understanding and he too had been in a position similar to this.

"I'll be back." He said, jumping up and walked around the room to find something to cover him up with. To his, and Flint's luck, he found his box which was wrapped up in a tart to keep it from getting wet. He came back about five minutes later and through it over him. "There, now...if I get closer...will you be nice...I really don't want to get bitten today." Paulie was nice...but rude to people he really didn't care to know. He frequently spoke his mind whether it be good or bad.

[Flint]

Having the other man so close to him, and knelt down near him, was disconcerting. Honestly he'd be happy to never have a man this close to his naked body ever again. It was a good incentive to stop drinking so heavily. Maybe if he cut back another situation like this would be avoided. The humiliation wasn't worth the buzz he got after all. At least this guy was nice enough to help him, that was a plus...maybe he wanted something in exchange for it? He didn't have anything, so he was shit out of luck at the moment. Really he just wanted him to hurry up. He was naked, cold, bleeding, and embarrassed as all hell.

Back, back?? Where was he going? He nearly, goddammit, nearly whimpered. How pathetic! He steeled himself against it, that was enough of that stupid emotional crap. He was a spy, not some bitch woman. And once he was untied he was so out of here. "I won't bite." He managed, once his attention had been recaptured by this other man. Heck, he just wanted to go home. Why the hell would he pick a fight with another person?

[Master_Rollipolly]

"Good." He replied with a smile, although he acted with slight hesitation. He examined the ropes trying to find the best way to come about this. At first he was calm, then after a moment of studying the technique that was used, a grim frown painted its way onto his lips. He stood up and let out an angry huff.

"That stupid ignorant...just ugghh" He grumbled to himself loud enough for Flint to hear. He whipped out his phone and dialed a number, standing as if he were an angry woman; one hand on his hip the other cradleing the phone to his ear.

[Flint]

What was he doing? He saw him evaluating the knots, and his skin crawled at the feeling of eyes on him. Never again, not another drink, not anything. This situation would not ever happen, never again. He blinked and followed the others movements.

Hey...hey! Where was he going? One eyebrow cocked oddly as he watched the other. He was standing there like...a woman. Who could he possibly be calling? "Um..." What did he even say to that?

[Master_Rollipolly]

(Sorry I've been gone, I had a mid-term )

Paulie didn't hear the noise made by the other. He simply stood there waiting for the other to pick up the phone. His facial expression grew angrier indicating he got a voice mail instead of the wanted person. He waited patiently until the high-pitched 'beeep', then he exploded. "Red you bastard! What did I tell you about trying people up off the job and another thing! HOW COULD YOU!?" He ranted into the phone until a small click on the other line indicated that he had surpassed the limited time meant for leaving a message. He gave an angry growl and shoved the phone back into his pocket. "That low-life, cheating......uuuugghh" He seemed to forget about his original task at hand.

[ShadesofGrey]

( Urghhh I hated taking the Mid-Terms)

The Red nation had been sitting on a bench not too far from the vacant building talking to a pidgin that was perched next to him. Then the Spaniard let out a cry of surprise that he really hoped no one had heard as his phone vibrated to let him know that he did have a new messaged.

Whipping the phone out and reading the scream he grimaced thinking it was someone from the Embassy trying to call. Listening to the messaged while holding it away from his ear he mouthed what was being said with perfect timing, like he hadn't heard it a thousand times before. With a grin he hung up, well he figured that was his call to face the Frenchman, getting up only to return to the lower level of the building. "Yo." He said casually looking over the both of them.

[Flint]

Low life cheating...Red? That bastard who had...well, done thsi to him? Did this guy know him!? "Um...'scuse me...can you ah...let me go now?" He didn't want to be here when the other guy showed up. Definitely not considering he was still in the same position as he had been when the fucker had left him. And now there was a second one who was useless as shit now that he seemingly realized who had left him here. Fuck. He squirmed a bit, only feeling the ropes tighten. This was seriously the most fucked up thin ghe had ever lived through. And to be honest he was starting to get angry.

And then there he was. Goddammit. His eyes narrowed in intense dislike, why couldn't he just get out of here? He struggled some more, until the ropes were too tight and he couldn't move without hurting himself. This was not a situation he knew how to deal with. How was this going to end? Was the Black nation even going to get here....? I mean to be honest he wasn't even sure they'd come after him when they realized he wasn't there. Which was still later this morning. Dammit.

[Master_Rollipolly]

"Don't 'yo' me Red!" He growled in an angry tone, placing his hands on his hips. "I thought you said you wouldn't do this any more. I know for a fact that you have no business with a black nation rookie, so what the hell is this?!" He yelled pointing at flint. His voice became sharp and he snapped the end of all his words not taking his flaring eyes off of the Red Nation. Paulie was known for being able to get along with almost every clique out there, so when he got angry, he had a knack for sounding like and angry gangster chick.

"Ya know what!" He stopped him before he could reply. "...actually I don't care what it is, or what it was but untie him NOW!" He demanded, halfway because he wanted to make sure he'd never do it again and the other haf was because he couldn't untie this without a weapon and he didn't bring his knife.

[ShadesofGrey]

Red muffled a chuckle losing his smirk. It wasn't like Paulie was a threat to him, he was used to this sadly. "I never said that I was going to stop. This is part of /my/ job and I will continue to do my job as well. I want my statement to be known to you..." He managed in a stale tone with a rather angry face.

"Oh sure, you don't care now but when you catch me somewhere else you're going to just jump down my throat! Oh hell fucking no!" He yelled at the Blue nation male with a low growling tone. "And I think that it would be worth wild to just sit here and wait to see if the Black nations come after this rookie of theres...Oh the looks on every ones' faces will be worth it..." He said in a day-dreamy like way. He was getting angry but he wasn't intimidated yet.

[Master_Rollipolly]

"Oh yeah sure, it'll be great to you Red, because you've never been on the other side!" He yelled, loosing his temper more than he had already. He looked as though he was going to loose it again and he went to yell something else, but reconsidered and held his tongue. He didn't really mean it, but he was right, almost every agent at the time had they're fair share of Red's handy work, though Paulie was one of the few who didn't manage to escape and was the center of all ridicule for the next four weeks in the Blue Nation.

He looked as though he was going to say something else, but then he whipped around, amrs crossed, heavy breathing, trying to regain his calm tone. It took a moment, another horrible long moment the poor Black rookie had to stayed tied up until Paulie finally made a move. He didn't face the Red Nation, not at all; he simply held his hand out and spoke with a sharp, snapped tongue. "Knife....now." The Red Nation was clearly not getting anything that night, week maybe...if the blue could stay mad at him long enough.

[ShadesofGrey]

Red sort of bobbed his head back and cocked to the side at a slight tilt. He snorted at the Blue Nation and smirked. Oh there was no way that the Spaniard thought that he would lose this battle. "Well if that's all you want then why don't you come and get it." He purred roughly.

He put one hand falsely on his hip as though that was where his hidden weapon would have been. It was possible though with those pants you'd never know where anything was on that man, other than well yea, ahem, but that was not the point. "Well love?" He grinned, waiting on the other.
(I sorries is short =o)

[Master_Rollipolly]

"dammit Red, I'm not playing this game with you!" He said turning around, the anger and frustration building back up in his actions. Flint was not forgotten, just...a little bit excluded at the moment while the Red and Blue had they're regular fights. "I'm not kidding either, just let the kid go! jeez, why do you always have to make this harder!"

All in all, he had no right to talk on account of the fact that he was the one who started this whole little spat in the first place but it was Red who began the whole shibang. He huffed and turned back around, acting as though he wasn't interested, even though his hand was twitching, waiting for the right moment to snatch and grab and claim the title as victor of this petty argument. Every win counts.

[ShadesofGrey]

Red didn't make too much of a movement, easing forward to see if he could judge just how angry and serious the Blue spy was he tried to keep up his guard. "If you're so upset with how I do my job then why don't you /make/ me understand?" He asked with a sneer.

He grunted at him wanting silently to just push him over and claim him as his own but he chose not too, his physical wants would be fine, mentally he wanted that win over the other, usually he would just give in and let the other feel accomplished.