TheYaoiButterfly and Lolliscythe's private RP
 

Whistling a tune that his mother had taught him when he was little, Paulie walked briskly down the main street. The young man had blond hair that went a bit past his shoulder that was being held back by a long strip of cloth as a head band. The blond was wearing tight black pants and a white tunic with a black vest, and a pair of black boots that went to about his mid thigh. He had a cloth bag slung over his shoulder that was mostly full.

As he walked, he saw a group of guys dragging someone into a nearby alley. The blond’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, and sensing trouble was going on, he quickly followed the group to the alley. Waiting just outside the entrance of the alley, he waited to see what would happen before he intervened.

A snarl of rage rumbled in Paulie’s throat as he heard what the people were saying in the alley to the person they had dragged in. Setting down the bag, he stepped out to the entrance of the alley where he could be seen, “Why don’t you guys just leave him alone?” he growled softly, the look on his face showing clearly that he was pissed.

The one who had kicked Lucci turned around at the sound of the intruder. At the sight of the blond, a look of disdain appeared on his face, “Hey. You’re one of those gypsies that are camped outside of town. I saw you in town stealing. What does it matter to you what we do to him?”

The blond’s face hardened at what the man said, growling softly, choosing to ignore the comment about what he had been doing in town, because he hadn’t been stealing, “It matters because I’m not the type to just sit around while you attack someone who’s unable to defend themselves. You boys not man enough to fight someone who can actually fight back? Have to go and pick on someone who can’t defend themselves to make yourself feel big, right?” He sneered. These were the type of people he hated the most. Ones who picked on defenseless people.

This caused the other three to whirl around and glare at Paulie. The one called Jake growled, “Who are you to say shit like that to us, you asshole?! I aught to kick your ass for saying that!”

A smirk slowly made its way onto Paulie’s face at the other man’s words. He hadn’t had a fight with anyone in a while now, and he was fairly sure he was out of practice. A fight would suit him just fine, “I’d like to see you try.” He said in a voice that almost sounded like a purr. The blond’s stance changed in a matter of seconds to a fighting stance, “Ladies first...” Paulie said mockingly.

Snarling angrily, Jake charged the blond, a knife now in his hand. He had been planning on Lucci, but he decided he could use it now. As he got close to Paulie, he went to slash at him with the knife.

With the swiftness of a cat, Paulie had the knife out of Jakes hand in a matter of seconds, and he quickly delivered a punch to the other man’s face, putting all of his strength into the punch. Right after the punch to the face, Paulie then kicked Jake in the stomach, sending the other man flying backwards a few feet. Jake was now unconcious, and probably wouldn’t be waking up for a while.

A sly smirk now playing on Paulie’s lips, he turned his attention to the other two guys. That had been too easy.

At the sight of their fallen friend, the other two guy’s eyes widened in horror. Quickly, they picked up Jake and made a run for it out of the alley without a word.

Scoffing at the other two’s cowardice, Paulie slowly walked into the alley, Jake’s knife still in his hand after relieving him of it, and walked up to the one on the ground. Kneeling down in front of him and gently placed his hand on his arm, “Are you alright?” The blond asked softly, a look of concern on his face.

Blinking in surprise at the doodle that was shown to him. Eyes widening in realization that the man in front of him was probably a mute, he examined the doodle a bit closer. Bread and water. That must mean that he was hungry. After a moment he went and examined the other’s face more closely and saw blood. Shit. Slowly standing up, he offered his hand to the other man, “Come on. It looks like you’re bleeding. And you’re hungry, too. I’ll bring you back to the caravan where my medical supplies are, and I’ll get you all fixed up. And dinner should be ready by the time we get back.” He finally said, a warm smile that he rarely showed to people outside of the traveling show appearing on his face.

Blinking in surprise at hearing the man in front of him speaking, Paulie helped him up. After a few moments of trying to figure this out, he decided that he shouldn’t worry about that right now and get him bandaged up and fed before anything else, “You’re welcome.” The blond finally said, “My name is Paulie, by the way. What’s your name?” He continued as he began to walk out of the alley with the other man, picking up the sac he had left by the entrance. He needed to get him back to the camp as quickly as possible. As they walked, every so often he would discretely glance at the man beside him just to make sure he was still alright as they walked.

Looking down at the pad of paper he was being shown, a small grin appeared on his face, “Lucci.” He said after reading the paper, “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Lucci.” The blond continued, looking up at the other man. They were almost outside of town, so that meant they were about 5 minutes away from the camp now. The blond had other questions he wanted to ask, but he didn’t want to seem like he was being nosey. Lucci didn’t seem the type who opened up to people that easily, so having some complete stranger asking him personal questions might come across as weird to him. So the blond kept quiet and just focused on getting to the camp.

As they continued walking, Paulie suddenly saw some fires glowing in the distance, and a broad grin appeared on his face, “We’re almost there.” He said at the sight of the fires in the distance, pointing to them as he spoke, “We’re probably going to get bombarded by kids when we get near the camp. Just thought it would be good to warn. If you’re not familiar with these kids, then when they come running at you, it looks like they’re coming to attack you.” The blond continued, amusement apparent in his voice.

Reading the pad when Lucci handed it to him, Paulie chuckled, “That’s good to hear, because these kids tend to get very interested in outsiders. They’ll probably start barraging you with questions and a million other things.” The blond replied, the grin still on his face.

As they grew closer to the camp, there was suddenly a squeal of happiness that was obviously made by a child, and then a girl who looked to be nearly 10 with a full head of almost waist length black hair that was flying behind her as she ran, barreling into the blond and wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, “Paulie!!!” She exclaimed happily, grinning up at Paulie with a bright smile.

Nearly having the wind knocked out of him when the girl barreled into him, after a moment, Paulie grinned back down at her, wrapping his arms around her to hug her back, “Aaah! Nessa! And how’s moi petit poisson?” The blond said jovially, letting go of her after a moment and playfully messed up her hair.

Giggling softly at the treatment, Nessa finally noticed Lucci standing near them. Blinking curiously at the newcomer, she finally looked back up at Paulie, “Paulie...who’s this?” She questioned, a look of confusion on her face, “And how did he get all cut up? He’s bleeding.” She questioned as she let go of Paulie and walked up to Lucci, concern now apparent in her expression.

“Well, Nessa. This is Lucci. I met him in town on my way back here. He was getting beat up by some other people in town, and I stopped them. I brought him back here to bandage up his wounds.” Paulie replied, running a hand through his hair.

Suddenly, a group of kids ranging in age from young children to kids that were probably somewhere between 10 and 13 came running up to them. There were about 10 kids all together, all of them greeting Paulie and then bombarding

Chuckling softly at Lucci’s sudden shyness, Paulie took the pad of paper and read what Lucci wrote to the kids, “It’s nice meeting you. I don’t mean to be impolite, I just don’t talk.” The blond repeated, “Alright, kids...go back to your parents for now. I have to treat his wounds, and then he’s having dinner with us. You can ask him all the questions you want then, alright?”

With a resounding ‘awwwwwwwwwww’ of disappointment from the kids, they all unwillingly did as Paulie said and turned to head back to where their respective parents were to have dinner.

Nessa turned to head back as well, but Paulie gently put his hand on her shoulder, “How about you help me treat Lucci’s wounds?” He asked.

A small grin appeared on the young girls face, and she quickly went to action, “Alright. Let’s go get you fixed up, Lucci.” She said, suddenly taking Lucci’s hand and leading him towards Paulie’s wagon where his medical supplies were.

Paulie followed the two of them, staying close to Lucci as they headed towards his wagon. Once they were there, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, motioning for the other two to follow him. The inside of the wagon had a medium sized chest, a small number of books, a wooden box that was about 3 feet long a 2 feet wide and half a foot thick, a small roll up mattress that was rolled up in a corner, and a few other odds and ends. Other than that, the wagon didn’t have much in it. Quickly getting to work, Paulie unrolled his mattress and motioned for Lucci to sit on it.

Grabbing the wooden box, Paulie slowly scooted so he was near Lucci’s head and unlatched the box, opened it, and pulled out a cloth. He began to dab lightly at the wound that was on Lucci’s forehead. Looking up at Nessa again, he smiled at her, “Could you get a bucket of hot water for me, Nessa?” The blond asked, smiling at her kindly.

Nodding in response to Paulie’s question, Nessa quickly got up and headed out the door of the wagon.

Once Nessa had left, Paulie set down the cloth, “Lucci...I’m going to need to take off your shirt so I can make sure you aren’t bleeding anywhere else.” The blond said softly, “Are you okay with that?” He asked, locking eyes with Lucci so he could gauge Lucci’s reaction to this.

Nodding at what Lucci said about taking his shirt off himself, Paulie casually watched Lucci unbutton his shirt, not watching in a way that would be classified as staring. The blond took in the sight in front of him. Lucci was absolutely gorgeous, even with the scars that were on his body. It wasn’t as if he was feeling sexually attracted to Lucci, the observation that the other man was beautiful was more of him appreciating the beauty of another person. At Lucci telling him Paulie didn’t need to check his back, he gave the other man an encouraging smile. He could tell that Lucci probably had more scars on his back and didn’t want the blond to see them, but he needed to check them, “I’m not going to judge you for anything. I need to see your back to make sure that you don’t have any open wounds there.” He finally said, giving Lucci an encouraging smile. Paulie prided himself in how he could put people at ease when he was working on them, so he hoped that this natural ability of his could put Lucci at ease enough to let him help him. He saw the open wounds on Lucci’s chest, and he just wanted to cover all of his bases and make sure Lucci didn’t have any other cuts.

At Lucci’s words, Paulie had to keep himself in check to keep his expression from showing the sadness he felt at what the teenager said. Who had hurt Lucci so much and made him think so little of himself. Keeping his expression from showing this sadness, his expression unreadable, the blond locked eyes with Lucci, “Kick you out? Just for being different? I’m not that shallow.” He replied, finally turning to the wooden box again and started looking through it for something, “I’ve been treated terribly by people my whole life just because of the way I live. I won’t put someone through that same treatment I’ve had to endure.” He continued. When Lucci complied and took off his shirt, the blond scooted so he was behind the other man. Almost instantly, he saw the open wound on his back and all the old scars. A small smile played on his lips, “This isn’t so bad. People have called you a freak because of this?”

As Paulie was examining Lucc’s back, Nessa came back into the wagon with a bucket filled with steaming water, “I got the water, Paulie.” The young girl said walking up to the other two in the wagon, setting the water next to Lucci and Paulie.

Looking up at Nessa when she walked up, a smile appeared on Paulie face, “Excellent! Thank you, Nessa.” he said, happily, taking the bucket and picking up the cloth he had been using earlier. The blond dipped the cloth into the water and lightly started dabbing the open wound on Lucci’s back.

“I don’t think you look like a monster. And so what if you’re half blind? There is a girl in this caravan who is fully blind. She has been blind since she was born. You’re not a monster, you’re just different, and there are quite a few people in this world who can’t handle people who are different from themselves.” Paulie replied, continuing to dab the wound until he was happy that it was blood free, “I’m not bothered by people who are different. Because I am part of a group of people who are feared and hated by many other people because we’re different ourselves.” The blond continued, standing up and moving so he was facing the other man and proceeded to dab at the open wounds on Lucci’s chest after he had dipped the cloth in the water again.

Noticing that Lucci had closed himself off when she came into the room, Nessa smiled slightly, “I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll make sure to get you and Lucci some food, alright?” She said as she turned and walked towards the door to the wagon and leaving.

“Alright.” Paulie replied, continuing to dab at the wounds on Lucci’s chest gently.

At seeing Lucci grimice in pain, Paulie gave him a sympathetic smile, “Sorry.” He said softly, doing his best to speed up cleaning up the younger man’s wound. Once the blond had Lucci’s wounds all cleaned up, he went back into the wooden box and opened it, pulling out a long strip of cloth. Taking the cloth, he wrapped the cloth around Lucci’s body around the areas that there were open wounds. When he was finally done wrapping the cloth around Lucci’s torso, he picked up the younger man’s shirt and handed it to him, “All done. Now, let’s go get some dinner. You’re probably starving.” He said, smiling warmly at Lucci as he stood up.