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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 20, 2013 10:39:43 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: bone break time. The pain in his arm from the jerk Jun Shi had given it was nothing compared to the sheer terror that had taken over his brain. He had long ago realized that it was best to not react, to sit perfectly still and prepare himself mentally for the pain. If he didn't react much, then Jun Shi would get bored and wander away. There was no preparing himself for this though--not even a weak attempt. It wouldn't have worked anyway, but with his mind repeatedly screaming at him that Jun Shi was going to break it, that he was going to break every finger, and then move onto his hands, and then his feet and legs and arms and anything else he could break. He was that mad, and Lucien knew it.
More so even then preparing for the pain, he'd always prepared himself to be quiet. He'd never wanted to scream. It just drew the wrong sorts of attention. Screaming was a reaction meant to draw help, but there would be no help for him. There would be sympathetic looks perhaps from the staff, but none of them was ever going to intervene. It wasn't worth their lives to do so for a stranger, and so he'd always done his best to keep quiet, the loudest he got being sobbing or quiet cries.
This time was different, because there seemed to be so much more at stake. He wasn't thinking rationally. He wasn't thinking that someone was actually going to come save him, but he started to scream anyway, loud and frantic as his finger twisted, the pain excruciatingly bad.
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jun 20, 2013 10:57:44 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th, 4PM. speech: jun shi. notes: - - -. He felt the flesh give just a tiny bit, the cartilage begin to creak and the bones protest underneath the soft skin of his smallest finger. If he twisted just a little more, he’d sever everything, but that wasn’t gruesome enough; that wasn’t the effect he was going for. He wanted it as visual as possible, so Lucien could see it as the bone gave out. He’d definitely feel it too, but visuals were always a nice reminder. It would be something to be burned into his retinas forever. He’d given him night terrors for the rest of his life if he could, and he’d likely find a way to guarantee it one way or another.
”Should’ve never taken that fan, Lucien. Do you think it’s worth it, now?” Maybe, but he wasn’t going to spare him either way. He drew his fingers up so he gripped the top of his finger, just above the first knuckle. One last spare glance, smug as hell, before he snapped it clean.
Jun Shi went down one knuckle at a time, breaking each and every joint and practically purring at the beautiful sounds it made. Three joints in a finger, from top to bottom. Now, what were they called again? Distal, proximal and metacarpo interphalangeal joints, right? Something like that. Either way, they all popped one at a time with a crackle that he felt underneath his fingertips.
”I’m going to break all the bones in this pretty little hand of yours, one at a time. I’m going to move on to your other hand, and then up your arms, your dislocate your shoulders, crack those ribs of yours… I’ll make sure you never walk again.” He whistled the whole time, sounding happy as a clam. ”I’ll make sure you’re so ugly, even Kun Shui won’t look at you.”
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 20, 2013 11:13:32 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: bone break time. Lucien was out of his mind. He had never, in all his life, been so afraid. Even locked in a small room, entirely at his enemies mercies, he'd not been as afraid. Even when Jun Shi had been strangling him, pinned against the wall and rapidly running out of breath he hadn't been so afraid. That had been a relief. That had been a sweet, sweet escape from everything he'd been to. It had been an end, and it had been a goddamn merciful end, because choking wasn't nearly as painful as what he knew Jun Shi could do.
As what he was doing then.
He was out of his mind with the pain. It hurt so badly he couldn't feel anything else, and even with his eyes watering, he still saw too much. He could hear each snap, could see the way his mangled finger hung. He wasn't ever going to forget that sight, and he really didn't think it could get any worse, right up until the point where Jun Shi laid out his plans--and what he was angry at. He didn't even have the focus required to puzzle it out. All he could do was frantically shriek a response.
"He gave it to me! He gave it to me!" He was frantic and screaming, shrieking it over and over again. He could barely see through the tears in his eyes, and if he'd been a bit more aware he might have thought that he was going to puke. He was terribly close to it already, unable to stand the sight of his mangled finger, nevermind the ones that would soon join it.
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jun 20, 2013 11:25:01 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th, 4PM. speech: jun shi. notes: - - -. The anger built more and more instead of being released like he thought, or like usual. No, it wasn’t exactly going away. Years and years of what he thought he’d safely let go by small, regular beatings hadn’t been given away at all, but rather pent up until the fan gave him an excuse to burst. And indeed he did, looming over him as he checked the joints, pinching each and every one painfully hard to make sure whatever was connecting them, the cartilage and bone, was basically snapped off or broken or both. He grabbed the broken finger and pulled it all the way back, and it moved along like it was boneless. Just like he wanted.
Lucien was screaming and crying, so frantic and out of his mind that he was probably just blabbering whatever first came to mind. It gave him not a moment’s pause; he didn’t even consider it. Kun Shui would never give away something so precious like that, a ceremonial fan with the family crest on it. No, Lucien was just digging a deeper and deeper hole for himself. He was outright lying, and he hated that worse than the actual stealing.
”You’re lying, Lucien. It’s not making it any better for you.” Definitely not, as he grabbed his second finger and began twisting it around like he’d done to the first. ”I’ll just cut you up so your own father won’t even recognize you. You’ll be begging me to die by the time I’m done.” And he had plenty up his sleeve for what he could possibly do. Too many things to try out but never had a reason to until now. ”I’m sure Kun Shui won’t mind.”
Speak of the devil, Kun Shui unlocked the door to his apartment with a sigh, stepping in. It had been a very, very exhausting day and he wasn’t really up for anything other than getting some wine and curling up in bed. He just set foot on the carpet when he noticed the shoes on the mat… the other pair of shoes that definitely belonged to him.
There was a pause before it registered. Screaming. Loud, loud screaming from upstairs. He cursed under his breath, threw his coat on the couch and immediately bolted for the stairs. The fuck was Jun Shi up to this time?
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 20, 2013 11:33:50 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: bone break time. He didn't think the screaming would ever stop, and he didn't think he'd ever forget the mental image of his finger, responding almost bonelessly. The pain was enough that he had black looming in from the edges of his vision. He wasn't sure how he'd remained fully conscious even--he felt like he'd just pass right out any moment then, and that would have been a sweet, sweet relief.
Unconsciousness was vastly preferable. It was what he wanted, a sweet relief from the pain and sheer terror. His voice wasn't even holding out, the screams becoming intermittent as his throat burned. He couldn't get his lungs full of air, couldn't manage to do anything at that moment. It was falling apart, and he was falling apart with it, frantically shaking his head.
He wanted to argue, to say something like 'he did, you could ask him', but he didn't think it was going to make any sort of difference, and he was too far gone to even compose a rational sentence.
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jun 20, 2013 11:47:06 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th, 4PM. speech: jun shi. notes: - - -. Lucien was screaming so hard that he wasn’t even breathing properly in between. That wouldn’t do; he needed to keep conscious for the whole thing or else it’d be useless. He’d wake up a mangled, bloody heap of nothing and not remember a damn thing, which would be a waste of opportunity. Jun Shi made a faint ‘tsk’ sound in the back of his throat, twisting the finger a little more as if to drive a point home. ”Stop screaming so much or you’ll pass out. You’ll only upset me worse if you pass out.”
But in the back of his head, he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They were brisk, almost like they were running, and that was definitely not a maid or a servant coming to see who was shrieking like they were being murdered. He moved on, taking the tip of Lucien’s next finger and just beginning to pull it backwards…
”Jun Shi!” The door flew open, and he should’ve seen it coming. Technically, he had seen it well in advance, but damn it, why did this always have to happen? It was like his brother was absolutely everywhere; he said he was supposed to arrive the next day, not the same day and go fucking around with Lucien. What had he even done?
He wasn’t entirely sure. All that filled his ears once he got into the room was horrified, agonized shrieking. He just went with his gut, and who the hell knew he was capable of getting physical with his own twin brother. He immediately stepped forward and practically tackled Jun Shi onto the other side of the bed, immediately letting him go, but putting himself between Lucien and his brother because fuck, this wasn’t going to happen on his watch.
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 20, 2013 12:00:55 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: bone break time. He didn't think he could be quiet, even if he tried. It didn't seem like it was a legitimate option for him. Even if he tried his hardest, would he even be able to be quiet? He didn't think that he would. It wasn't an option. It was like if Jun Shi had just asked him to turn off gravity and start floating around--completely impossible, and he was stupid for thinking it was even within Lucien's power.
For not one single moment when he first saw Kun Shui did Lucien believe that it was over. The thought that he was safe might have been a normal enough thought, but for him, it was completely foreign. All his life he'd been raised in an environment that discouraged kindness. Compassion was a weakness, a sign that someone was unfit to lead. If you were kind, you could not be the head of anything in Lucien's family, and any kindness he'd once possessed had been thoroughly flushed out of him. Even so, there were likely little bits of kindness and compassion that had occurred in his childhood--he simply didn't remember them. They were small and insignificant, nothing that had affected him in any way, and he absolutely hadn't experienced any real kindness in the past two years, unless one counted 'not beating me today' as a kindness.
So when his eyes twitched over, drawn by the movement at the door, even clouded by tears as they were, he didn't think he was safe. He thought that Kun Shui was probably angry that he was being so loud. Probably he'd have something shoved in his mouth to stop the screaming, and then Kun Shui would go, and he'd be left to his fate.
So when he didn't--when he yelled Jun Shi's name and jumped forward--Lucien had no response. There was no response that made any sense in his head, no possible explanation as Kun Shui tackled Jun Shi. The pin was broken, and it took all of Lucien's willpower just to roll over, drawing his damaged hand in close, protectively. Even that hurt, but it was a significantly diminished pain from the fresh stabbing pains of having it twisted, and he didn't dare look at it as he kept his eyes away from the twins. He was waiting for it--waiting for Jun Shi to come back for him, to finish what he'd started.
He still didn't think it was over.
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Post by KUN SHUI WEI on Jun 20, 2013 12:16:18 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th. 4PM. speech: kun shui. notes: - - - ”What the hell are you doing!?” Kun Shui was usually never one to curse, but dear god this certainly seemed a good a time for it as any. He was loud about it, too, practically screaming at his brother as he kept himself between the two. Lucien had rolled onto his side and was now nursing his broken hand close to his chest, but that was to be expected. He’d probably twisted or broken something, and that wasn’t sitting well with him at all.
Jun Shi seemed a bit dazed, but only for a couple of seconds before he recollected everything and scowled, nodding at the fan, sitting in the box and still sitting pretty on the desk. ”He took your fan. How the hell else was I supposed to react?”
A glance over before it even registered. The white box sitting on the desk; the fan inside that he’d been given by Jun Shi as a gift, a congratulations on being picked heir and being guaranteed future success, as opposed to him, who was guaranteed to rot in a corner if nobody wanted him. Kun Shui’s shoulders fell just a little, not too much that it was noticed, but relaxing a little nonetheless. There was some understanding, but he wasn’t about to go and correct that right away. No, he needed a little time.
”Just… Leave. Get out of Lucien’s room.” Lucien’s room. Yes. He had to almost remind himself that it was Lucien’s room and damn it, Jun Shi looked like he’d literally demanded that he go drink out of the toilet or else he’d be thrown off the balcony.
”But…”
”Just do it, Jun Shi. Leave. Go to one of the guest apartments, or something. I’ll talk to you later.” And he sounded exhausted, but in command. He knew what he was doing. He was well aware that this time, he was blatantly picking Lucien over his own twin and that goddamn hurt the both of them.
It certainly looked like it had cracked Jun Shi’s psyche just a little. His face fell and he looked absolutely devastated for a couple of seconds before he gathered himself, going right back to that angry scowl again, hands balling up at his sides as he made a faint ‘tsk’ noise in the back of his throat and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He could hear him stomping all the way down the stairs, and the front door could’ve shattered the class on the side of the apartment.
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 20, 2013 13:23:39 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: bone break time. Kun Shui was yelling. He could count the number of times he'd heard him yell on his two damaged fingers. It was strange and disorienting, and for the moment all Lucien could do was focus on breathing again, trying to stay conscious, to not black out and make things worse. Because they would be worse if he blacked out, because while the pain would go away for a bit, Jun Shi wouldn't let him sleep for long. He'd force him awake however he could, and he wouldn't continue on with his torture until Lucien was awake to know about it. He had no doubts about that.
He had a lot of other doubts though. He didn't understand what Kun Shui was doing, and as oxygen was restored to his brain, letting him think clearer, it made less and less sense. He'd gotten him off him. He'd put himself in between them. There was no explanation at all for it. Nothing, in all his experiences, told him why he'd done it. There had to be some kind of ulterior motive, something behind his actions that would make it all make sense. Even that seemed confusing. What could he possibly want from Lucien? Lucien had nothing to give, nothing to offer that Kun Shui couldn't just take if he wanted. Every single thing he had, he had because Kun Shui and the Wei family had allowed him to have it. If Kun Shui wanted to lock him in a cell and let him starve to death, he could. If he wanted to take Jun Shi's place, he could have done that as well. There was no reason to wait, no need for some pretense. Jun Shi had always just made one up. Any interaction could be twisted into an excuse to hurt him, after all.
He couldn't see their reactions, but he could hear the conversation. He could hear them talking, could hear Jun Shi's accusation, and the fact that Kun Shui didn't explain. It almost went without saying that he wouldn't explain. Lucien could vaguely understand it--the fan was valuable to Jun Shi in some way. Kun Shui wasn't meant to have given it to him, and yet he had anyway, and that was the reason his hand was now a complete mess.
Even with all that had just happened, he still didn't think it would be alright, right up until the point where Jun Shi was ordered out of the room. It wasn't even just an order--he actually went. There was weight behind it. He actually listened to the order and left, even if it was obvious he was furious about it.
He stayed where he was, unable to process it, unable to deal with it. He couldn't follow his own thought process, let alone anyone elses. He didn't know what Kun Shui was doing. He couldn't begin to guess at why he'd ordered Jun Shi out.
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Post by KUN SHUI WEI on Jun 20, 2013 17:25:31 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th. 4PM. speech: kun shui. notes: - - - He was very well aware of how angry Jun Shi was, but it wasn’t really the time for it now. He’d chosen Lucien over his own brother, and he’d definitely be hearing about this from one outlet or another. His parents might raise a fuss if they found out, or more likely, Jun Shi would raise hell the next time he saw him. He’d probably let him cool for a day or two before confronting him about the whole thing, but he wasn’t expecting his anger to be abated at all. He only assumed that he usually let his anger out on Lucien or some other maid or butler, and without those at his ready disposal and in a country where he had no vulnerable people to immediately harass, he was left to bottle it all in. Fucking excellent.
Lucien was still curled up on the far edge of the bed, and Kun Shui took a deep breath, willing himself to relax and let his shoulders down. He had to think of Lucien as that little kitten he just got home from the shelter and had to coax out from underneath the couch… Only just as he got it out, somebody who looked exactly like him had to come in and break its little fingers. He sort of doubted Lucien wanted any sort of interaction at this point, but he was agitated enough that he felt like he just needed to get things over with.
He sat down on the bed, softening his tone as much as he could as he leaned over. ”Lucien.” Kun Shui reached out very slowly, purposefully, and put his hand on Lucien’s shoulder. ”Let me see your hand, Lucien.”
He was expecting a pulled finger, perhaps some swelling and bruising, but nothing too bad. Despite everything he’d seen Jun Shi do over the past few years, he still held that mental image of when he wasn’t up the wall insane and was gentle to some degree.
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 20, 2013 17:44:22 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: bone break time. He didn't understand what was happening, and that fueled his fear. Things were easier when he could follow along the cause and effect, when he could jump from one bit of knowledge to the next to understand. He couldn't understand what was happening, and that left him alarmed and scared, even if Jun Shi was gone. The danger wasn't passed. Not at all.
And it seemed to only get worse when Kun Shui insisted on seeing his hand. To most people, it would have been a question. To Lucien, it was an order. It didn't matter how a Wei worded things--if they told you to do something, you did it. If Kun Shui told him to jump off the balcony and plummet to his death, he would either do so or suffer a far worse fate.
His mind didn't go to the possibility that Kun Shui might be concerned. For him, it wasn't even a real possibility, any more then it was possible the room might abruptly explode for no reason at all. For him, it meant one thing and one thing only--he was going to continue where his twin had left off. After all, he had seen very little of Kun Shui, and he saw no reason that the twins shouldn't act similarly. They had been raised together after all, and Kun Shui was the dragon head to be, the one who should have been more vicious.
Even with that in mind, he still did as he was told. The past two years he'd had that beaten into him--obey if at all possible, or things will just get worse. He rolled over, letting out a little whimper as his hand moved. When it was still, it was a dull throb. With any sort of pressure or movement, it cranked up to screaming pain. It was a mess, and there was no way for anyone to look at his hand and not think that it was. It hung all wrong, and it didn't even look like one solid piece--it looked like three separate pieces that weren't connected, because they weren't. His ring finger was doing better, but still badly swollen, and if he made it through the day, he really didn't think he'd be using it for quite a few days.
His face was red and it was obvious he'd been crying. The simple act of turning over was enough to make him tremble slightly, not even close to recovered from it. He was just waiting for it to start again--for it all to fall apart all over again.
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Post by KUN SHUI WEI on Jun 20, 2013 18:41:11 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th. 4PM. speech: kun shui. notes: - - - Kun Shui took a slow breath, waiting for Lucien to hold his hand out. He wasn’t expecting him to disobey, and if he did, he’d just have to use a firmer tone of voice and the redhead would likely be pissing himself with fear. He looked to have been crying already, so Kun Shui was playing as nice as possible, holding his hand out and waiting for Lucien to give him his so he can examine it. He might not have lived every Asian parents’ dreams and become a doctor, but he had one on call and he generally knew what to do with injuries.
Except maybe this one. He very, very gently took Lucien’s hand in his own, and it looked all wrong. The pinky finger was limp and practically boneless, purple and blue and all sorts of colours skin wasn’t supposed to be, hanging limply off his palm. The ring finger was swollen and looked disjointed, but not as bad as his pinky. The rest of his hand seemed to be okay, but it was obvious that he couldn’t just slap an ice pack on it and call it a day.
Kun Shui immediately reached for his cell phone, moving Lucien’s hand as little as possible but still keeping a light hold on it as he dialed the on call doctor, speaking in Cantonese and telling her to get over to the Crystal Palace right the hell now because there were broken things involved. It only took a few minutes and he promptly hung up, redirecting his attention to Lucien.
”It’s okay, I called a doctor. You’re going to be okay.” Soft, as if he was talking to a child and definitely not a voice he’d used before.
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 20, 2013 18:54:08 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: bone break time. It was all wrong and they both used it. Lucien knew enough about injuries to know that there wasn't going to be a quick fix for his mangled fingers. Really, he'd be extremely lucky if he ever got full use of them back. His pinkie was probably always going to be stiff and slower then the rest of his fingers, and it was just lucky it was his off hand.
He was still expecting more fingers to join them right until Kun Shui started speaking in Cantonese on the phone. He understood it--wasn't quite fluent, but certainly workable. It sounded like a doctor or something, and that was a sweet, sweet relief, because Lucien wanted to drown himself in painkillers.
The more pressing issue was how Kun Shui was acting. To put it simply, he wasn't acting like Jun Shi. He was acting completely the opposite. Despite them looking identical, Lucien was struggling to wrap his head around the fact that they were related at all. Jun Shi had just taken enjoyment in the fact that he was going to break every bone in his body. Kun Shui was... well, he was being gentle. He was speaking softly and seemed to be actively attempting not to hurt him.
He didn't understand, and he stared up in perpetual confusion. Why? Why be nice at all? Kun Shui had absolutely nothing to gain by being nice to him. Even if he didn't plan to torment him, it would be easier to just leave him. His brain was starting to wrap around at least one possible explanation--that it wasn't about him, but about Jun Shi's actions--but that didn't explain the gentleness, and the fact that he was taking care of him. The fact that he'd actually called a doctor.
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Post by KUN SHUI WEI on Jun 20, 2013 19:04:39 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th. 4PM. speech: kun shui. notes: - - - Lucien certainly didn’t seem any calmer, but he told himself to just breathe and be calm on his behalf because if he started freaking out now, Lucien would probably start crying and it would not end well. He gently held his hand, making sure he didn’t move it while the doctor got there. Fifteen minutes, she said, but with the traffic like it was it’d perhaps be half an hour or so. Damn it, this was getting bad for a day of an already rancid business meeting, now was it? He’d deal with it, though. The living room probably looked like a mess with how he just dumped everything and ran through it.
”Can you move it at all?” It looked completely removed from his palm, the smallest finger probably not even attached anymore. Another glance at his face, then back down at his ruined hand. He probably wasn’t going to regain full use of it, by how it looked at the moment. ”Don’t look at me like that.”
Don’t look at him like he was some sort of monster, because despite being heir to a triad, he’d like to think he was still human sometimes. Sometimes. It kept him sane, but only sometimes. Jun Shi certainly wasn’t helping, because he was well aware of what he did at times and when people took double takes at him because of something his twin did, he just hated it. There was nothing he could do, though.
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 20, 2013 19:17:09 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: bone break time. Lucien had already convinced himself why Jun Shi had been sent out. Kun Shui had been made Jun Shi was doing things behind his back. This was just another step of this. Regardless of how Kun Shui felt about Jun Shi's actions, he'd still disobeyed. He'd done what Kun Shui had told him not to, and for that he'd face backlash.
The explained why Jun Shi was gone, but it didn't explain the tenderness and the comfort. That was what it was. He was trying to comfort him--telling him that it was alright, staying with him. Even if he was worried about damaged goods, he needed only to have told Lucien to stay still and left until the doctor arrived. Instead he was staying with him, holding his hand ever so gently so that it didn't brush against the bedding.
So he gave up. He wouldn't understand it. Couldn't, really, and he did his best to answer, even if his voice sounded hoarse or strained. "No." He didn't even attempt to move it. He knew it wouldn't. "It's - it's all broken." Every single joint. There was no point in event attempting. It might make it worse, and it would absolutely make it more painful.
The last bit caught him off guard though. He sounded so sad--almost mournful, and he dropped his eyes immediately. It didn't even sound like 'don't look at him'. It sounded like something else entirely that Lucien was struggling to work out.
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Post by KUN SHUI WEI on Jun 20, 2013 19:25:11 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th. 4PM. speech: kun shui. notes: - - - Entirely broken, and Lucien’s voice was hoarse and raspy, probably from screaming so much. Kun Shui had never broken fingers in his life, though he was fairly sure a few of his men had taken liberties while dealing with people and done it on his behalf. He’d broken his wrist when he tripped and fell on it when he was a child, but he could only supposed that it was different than having your fingers systematically broken by somebody. The psychological impact of all of that must’ve been beyond what he was aware of, so he didn’t try to comprehend it. He just kept holding his hand and waited with him for the doctor to arrive.
He noticed when his eyes dropped, though. Part of him was thankful for it, and another part of him told him that he probably just frightened Lucien even more than he was in the first place. Oh well, sometimes you win and sometimes you lose, right? Right. Of course, it had to be that way. He was just a monster by nature and no matter how nice he was trying to be, it’d never quite work out. Good job, pat on the back. Gold star for trying.
So he went quiet, eyeing the clock every once in a while as he tried to relax and waited for the doctor to come. Once in a while, he’d run his thumb over Lucien’s remaining good fingers, more or less making sure those ones were at least alright. Half an hour, like he predicted; the doctor looked frazzled, but she arrived with a kit and enough painkillers to put out a horse.
”He’s scared, so be gentle with him.” Cantonese, to the doctor as he got up and handed Lucien off to her. She was an older woman, and someone who he’d dealt with since he himself was a child. She’d come to America alongside a maid and a butler and the ‘staff’ he’d imported because they couldn’t possibly just trust some randoms off Chinatown.
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 20, 2013 20:04:09 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: bone break time. Even if Lucien had no idea what to make of Kun Shui, the comfort was felt. It wasn't exactly making everything better, but the little comforting touches at the very least helped him remember that it wasn't terrible, he still had three fingers left on that hand that were fully intact. It could have been worse. If Kun Shui had come home an hour later, he wouldn't have been lucid enough to even know what was going on. He was lucky.
He even managed to convince himself that it was better it had happened. Now Kun Shui would know. If he was really dedicated to keeping Jun Shi away, he would know Kun Shui wasn't to be trusted. He would make sure the guards wouldn't let him through when Lucien was alone. He would keep him safe. If he'd come home to early, Jun Shi would simply have waited. He'd have found another time, taking advantage of Kun Shui's trust, and he'd have hurt him more.
It was better that it had happened.
The doctor was strange to him. Obviously from Hong Kong, and obviously someone that Jun Shi trusted. There was no way he'd be allowed to see a normal doctor. Any doctor who wasn't with the triad would run the risk of reporting him, and that wasn't even an option worth considering.
He understood Cantonese, and he did speak it, even if he was clumsy when he did so. He tried though, with it probably being even less understandable when he spoke due to the hoarseness of his voice.
"All three - all the joints are ruined." He explained in Cantonese. It wasn't just the bone that was broken. If the bone was broken, that would have been easy by comparison. If that were the case, he could just put it in a cast and be done with it.
As it was, there was no way he'd get away with a cast. If a cast would put on it, it'd be permanently mangled. It'd never work again. If it was ever going to work again, he'd need major surgery, therapy, and even then the mobility would be limited. There was really no way around that short of amputation, and as she inspected it, it was all Lucien could do not to start crying again at the pain. Nothing compared to earlier, but still terrible.
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Post by KUN SHUI WEI on Jun 21, 2013 9:46:53 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th. 4PM. speech: kun shui. notes: - - - He stood by, but let the doctor do her job. She was an older woman who had taken care of the twins when they were children, and she still called Jun Shi ‘Little Phoenix’, a childhood nickname that rarely anybody dared venture on these days. She checked over Lucien’s fingers, holding them in one hand as she tried to be as gentle as possible. Once in a while, she had to actually move them to inspect their mobility, but eventually turned to Kun Shui and told him that yes, the fingers were as bad as they looked at the moment.
The old woman rattled off a list of things that could be done. A cast wasn’t exactly an option because the bones themselves weren’t the things most damaged, but the joints. She brought up bringing him to a hospital, but Kun Shui quickly shook his head at that. He wasn’t about to risk Lucien at the hospital where he wasn’t guarenteed to be able to pay the staff off, having doctors raise their brows at a man who insisted on watching him every hour of the day.
The option of just taking the finger off was pretty high up on the list. Since Kun Shui refused to let him to a hospital, actually repairing the finger was difficult and all the eqipment needed to be brought into the home. With a tired sigh, he finally turned back to Lucien.
”So what do you want done?”
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 21, 2013 11:20:41 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: bone break time. He had known what the doctor was going to say before she said it. There was little the average doctor could do. They would need a surgeon, or they would need someone to amputate--one or the other. Even Lucien, terrified as he was of losing the finger, would rather have it off then leave the mangled husk there. A missing finger would draw less attention, and get in the way less.
And he knew, even before the shake of Kun Shui's head, that a hospital would not happen. Hospitals were massive groups of people, not all of which would be able to pay off. They were a huge security risk for any sort of organized crime, and having dealt with them himself, Lucien was almost entirely confident Kun Shui wouldn't want to deal with them.
And he didn't, which left Lucien very, very afraid. It would be easier to lose the finger. Cheaper. Probably less painful. But it would also be a constant reminder to him, every minute of every day, of what Jun Shi had done. he had enough reminders already. It would be a constant reminder of what had happened, and he didn't want that.
His eyes were watering by the time he managed to sputter out a response in English. The woman likely understood it, but speaking in English was more between him and Kun Shui in a house full of people who primarily spoke Cantonese.
"I don't want to lose it. Please don't - there has to be - to be another way." He knew he looked pathetic, and at that moment he didn't particularly care. He was still in a lot of pain, and he was likely about to lose a finger.
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Post by KUN SHUI WEI on Jun 21, 2013 11:34:24 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th. 4PM. speech: kun shui. notes: - - - Taking the finger off, overall, seemed more effective. Less chance of an infection, cheaper, and it could likely be done with less equipment in their own home. He was actually considering just telling the doctor that he was going to take it off, but it seemed a little wrong, dictating that Lucien would lose a limb, no matter how minor. Another glance down at the mangled finger told him that if it were his choice, he’d probably tell him that like it taken off.
Still, Lucien looked like a kicked puppy and was practically begging him not to take the finger off. Kun Shui paused, watched him for a second, and decided he looked pathetic enough as it was. Jun Shi likely wouldn’t be messing around with him for a long while; he’d definitely tell the guards not to let him in unless he was present. It was a blow to their relationship, and he was fully aware of that; he just hoped he wouldn’t falter on it later.
”…Alright.” He turned back to the doctor and told her that he needed to find a surgeon, and if there was anybody she knew, then let him know. He needed it as soon as possible, preferably by the next day, or else Lucien actually risked losing it. The doctor frowned, but barely protested as she nodded and dug into her bag, coming out with a small pill bottle and a note pad with scribbles on it. Painkillers or, if he decided to go the more traditional route, things he could buy. He lived in Chinatown; it would be easy enough.
She left promptly, and Kun Shui let out a long breath. If he couldn’t find one by that evening, he’d have to call to import a surgeon, and that would be hell.
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