Post by GREY on Feb 17, 2012 17:12:25 GMT -5
All the staring Scene was doing in his direction unnerved him, making him wonder if the other was plotting to do something to him in the future, plus he also was beginning to finding being so still was cramping his leg. He used the distraction of Damon being loud to move from his spot, aiming to circle around and seeking to rehide himself, feeling extremely uncomfortable having anyone even staring in his general direction. Unfortunately, almost immediately after Scene confronted Damon, the other dog glanced in his direction. Paranoid's lip curled and he put a foot back, pretending not to have moved.
Even that detective over there couldn’t sniff out my past… it’s long been buried six feet under
That was the wrong thing to say around Paranoid, being the type to immediately jump to the worst possible conclusions. That, and laugh afterward. Now Paranoid was convinced they'd murdered to cover up their tracks in the packs. Who or what they'd murdered, he wasn't sure. If they'd murdered everyone who'd know anything about his past, though, that meant his parents and any siblings, and old girlfriends. Of course, it was possible that the family had died from benign causes, six feet under not necessarily meaning murder, but Paranoid was not as rational as he liked to think when it came to frightful possibilities. Quietly, he whispered the second thing he'd said all day, clearer spoken than the last thing he'd said, and the smallest bit louder. Pride stung a little, perhaps? Maybe. He hadn't been aware he had pride. "I could still make an inductive conclusion about it." It sounded very matter of fact, like everything he said rather drained of emotion regardless of whatever torrent was going on inside him.
The dog's other explanation was a little too eerily close to Paranoid's own rationalization for joining the pack and not being deceitful. And it was with that thought, that he uncomfortably turned over the implication of what would happen if Bullet's strength were no longer something to be respected. Or if Bullet were no longer around. It never occurred to him that Bullet might hand alpha-hood over to him or Damon, although to Paranoid Damon would seem like a more obvious choice. He thought it was certain the pack would end up going to one of Bullet's pups. Plus, Paranoid didn't even trust anyone, much less himself, to lead a pack without it eventually going to ruin and despair. He watched the leader bark for them to stand guard and leave.
...Detective, huh? That was an interesting title to have given to him. Most would have called him a coward instead, hiding in the shadows like he did. Perhaps certain jobs required mindsets that ran alike, and Scene had consciously or unconsciously recognized him as another in the profession. There were many sayings, how did it go? 'A snitch could always recognize another snitch'.
And now he and Damon were alone in the room with this fellow. Fantastic.
Even that detective over there couldn’t sniff out my past… it’s long been buried six feet under
That was the wrong thing to say around Paranoid, being the type to immediately jump to the worst possible conclusions. That, and laugh afterward. Now Paranoid was convinced they'd murdered to cover up their tracks in the packs. Who or what they'd murdered, he wasn't sure. If they'd murdered everyone who'd know anything about his past, though, that meant his parents and any siblings, and old girlfriends. Of course, it was possible that the family had died from benign causes, six feet under not necessarily meaning murder, but Paranoid was not as rational as he liked to think when it came to frightful possibilities. Quietly, he whispered the second thing he'd said all day, clearer spoken than the last thing he'd said, and the smallest bit louder. Pride stung a little, perhaps? Maybe. He hadn't been aware he had pride. "I could still make an inductive conclusion about it." It sounded very matter of fact, like everything he said rather drained of emotion regardless of whatever torrent was going on inside him.
The dog's other explanation was a little too eerily close to Paranoid's own rationalization for joining the pack and not being deceitful. And it was with that thought, that he uncomfortably turned over the implication of what would happen if Bullet's strength were no longer something to be respected. Or if Bullet were no longer around. It never occurred to him that Bullet might hand alpha-hood over to him or Damon, although to Paranoid Damon would seem like a more obvious choice. He thought it was certain the pack would end up going to one of Bullet's pups. Plus, Paranoid didn't even trust anyone, much less himself, to lead a pack without it eventually going to ruin and despair. He watched the leader bark for them to stand guard and leave.
...Detective, huh? That was an interesting title to have given to him. Most would have called him a coward instead, hiding in the shadows like he did. Perhaps certain jobs required mindsets that ran alike, and Scene had consciously or unconsciously recognized him as another in the profession. There were many sayings, how did it go? 'A snitch could always recognize another snitch'.
And now he and Damon were alone in the room with this fellow. Fantastic.
