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Benjamin F. "Hawkeye" Pierce ([personal profile] swill) wrote in [community profile] thearena 2013-11-06 10:12 pm (UTC)

Oh, good. His stupidity hadn't gotten his throat slashed yet. While he lives for pressing his luck, pressing his luck seems like a sorry way to die. The hand hovering near the spear head finally comes down, gingerly, and a finger touches the blade. Yep, that's sharp, all right. And it's lowered. And his hands are kept still at his sides because he feels like maybe raising them to his head or anywhere above his chest or waist might be seen as a preparation for retaliation.

And the pitch of his voice is lowered a tad, too. Nerves got in the way of honesty, sometimes. Some people thought that. Hawkeye wasn't going to risk it.

"I, well, yeah. Yeah. I was talking to me, myself, and I and apparently, though I didn't know it until some very horrible and terrifying moments ago, you, Handsome. If you want to get technical, I was talking to whoever was around to listen, but I thought and hoped that that was nobody. I was talking to nobody."

Funny, he feels like maybe he won't have to feel his blood spray out after all.

"I have nothing on me apart from my charm and own good looks," he explains. It's hurried, but he's trying for clear. "And I don't know-" anything. "I don't know anybody here. I was just left here. Some people told me I should be honored- it was a fight to the death and everybody would love to be a part of it- but I'm still hoping I'll wake up in my flea-ridden cot screaming bloody murder. Pardon the phrase. Did you know they deloused me when I got here? I don't know how I got here. I don't know where 'here' is. I don't- look, I don't know anybody. I don't have a- a partner. I had a. We never married, though. I wasn't talking to anybody. I was just talking." And then he just. Moves his left hand in a slow circular motion. Just because. And he bobs his head a little and okay, maybe the nerves are eating him again. "I like talking. You know, in case you haven't figured it out yet. But if you'd rather I don't talk, that's- that's fine. I'll just. I'll shut up." See, if anybody in this damn place had half a brain, this man could be talking to a goat. "But I'd appreciate it if you got the knife away from my throat. I don't know how much more intimidated I can get. I'd offer two bits, but like I said, I've got nothing."

Hawkeye moves his hand again.

"Don't they teach manners in schools these days?"

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