As Quebec hadn't given him any specific instructions on where to head, he decides to roam around, map the place out. He turns a few corners, noting down each of the doors and rooms as he went, when suddenly-
"Holy shit, you made it?"
"I thought Bec wanted you dead, but hey, this is a pleasant surprise."
He slowly returned to reality, the bright lights over his heavy eyelids made his world red for a second until he opened his eyes. Kamran winced and attempted to bring his hands up to cover his eyes, only to discover his shakey hands. He'd never seen himself weak like this before, not even in prison when he barely ever ate. Old age... he wasn't that old, was he? Look at him attempting to convince himself. Perhaps if he was killed off back in Turkey, perhaps he would have been more of a success. The road where he was either a success or failure really was a living hell... just as he'd mentioned eight years ago. Except that eight years ago he was doing great, up until now, it was pure havoc.
Kamran managed to pull himself in an up straight position, bringing a hand up to rub his eyes. He took a look around, finding himself in some sort of cell.
His chest stings. A weak hand clutched his chest, he lifted his shirt and found stitching lines.
"I've got you now, haven't I?"
The memories flow back like an ocean wave, soft yet chilling. His chest feels tight, and the chemicals in the air don't help. He feels manic, the need to escape, where was he? What happened? And who are those people? His episode pauses itself as a familiar voice is heard.
Kamran doesn't bother with looking over, it was the silly wannabe cop who was also some sort of philosopher. He grits his teeth in anger, his eyes staring down at the hard cold floor with silent rage. He slowly closed his eyes and turned his head in the direction of the kid. His eyelids drew back and his cold blue eyes landed right on the others', a death stare.
Foxtrot shrugs and sighs at Kamran's gaze, "Yeah, I deserve that."
He looks around the bars surrounding the man, trying to figure out what it is that's holding it together. It looked just like an ordinary cell, but there had to some strange contraption or weird function built into it. This was Quebec's haven, after all, it's not Bec-ian if there's not some modification to... literally anything.
"Look, I'm sorry," he halfheartedly apologizes, "I had a job to do, just like you did."
He looks away and rubs the back of his neck with the hand not held in a sling, "I'm sure it won't, but if this makes you feel any better-"
He unbuttons the top part of his shirt, just enough to expose his own stitches, "Look at that."
"I have to give it to you," he chuckles and buttons the shirt back up, "You have a very good aim."
Fox sits down outside the cell, "I thought we were goners there, truth be told."
Then, he lazily grins, "Might be weird to say, but it'd be a shame if you died early."
"That was a whole adventure you lead me through, it was amazing!" Foxtrot cheered in a tone of false childish innocence, as if the chase was nothing more than a game of pretend.
This is my favorite scene from my favorite RP with my OC Kosar (Kamran). The red isn’t my words, it’s my RP partners. He’s been gone for a while, hope he’s okay ❤️ I love Foxtrot, he’s so comedic. This scene really captured the difference between the two characters and the tension built from Kosar’s reply is so easily broken by the first two words in the next reply. He shrugged. He fucking shrugged. I love them.
Ps. The RP was called Hunt, this scene sort of explains everything.
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