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Post by Funhouse Gear on Feb 24, 2012 23:02:37 GMT -5
I don't care who the fuck you are, let her go! *When I see Red get cut, I lose whatever tiny shred of patience I had. I shove Captain backwards, sending him crashing into the nearest shelf, and grab the older man by his stringy hair, jerking him back as hard as I can. He shouts and I kick him aside, but then I stagger backwards when the other standing killjoy - Slink or something - punches me in the face*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Feb 24, 2012 23:11:07 GMT -5
What the hell's your problem, man?! *I keep my fists up but don't go after the killjoy again* It's a drac! There's no reason to go starting fights over it!
*I grab the drac's arms when the others are distracted, pinning them behind her so she doesn't run off. I don't know what's up with this new killjoy; I don't like that he's overreacting. Killjoys need to stick together out here.*
*Pushing myself back up, I ignore Slink and go for the killjoy before he can get his balance back. I twist his arm behind his back and grab his hair, holding him still. My back hurts like hell from the metal shelves, and I really, /really/ don't like party crashers* You're getting a bit too worked up about this, mate. I'd almost think you were a BLI sympathizer, if I didn't know better. I don't want to give a fellow killjoy trouble, but there's no room for neutrals in the Zones. You gonna walk away from this, or what?
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Feb 24, 2012 23:22:38 GMT -5
Or what, *I hiss, stepping down on one of his feet as hard as I can and slamming my free elbow into his ribs. When his grip loosens I twist away, just in time to duck a slash from the older one's knife. Shit. So much for not wanting to hurt another killjoy, I guess. The younger one's running at me next, but he's not as experienced as the others and I trip him, grabbing one of his arms as well and sending him crashing into the old one again. He cries out louder than I'd expected, and I wonder if he fell onto the knife. I don't worry about that, though, because there are three others to deal with and I know I can't take them all on.*
*The space is way too confined in here; I need to get us outside. There's still one killjoy kneeling on the floor, and I pretend to swing at one of the other two but change direction at the last minute and kick the first one full in the face. Ducking to reach for Red, I grab one of her hands as she reaches up and jerk her to her feet, sprinting for the end of the aisle and pulling her along after me. Even as we reenter the main store, I hear pounding footsteps behind us and a laser beam sparks off a shelf near my head. I swear pretty much constantly, my focus on the glass doors ahead.*
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Post by redhavoc on Feb 24, 2012 23:38:20 GMT -5
*I cling to Gear's hand, running on pure adrenaline. My right cheek starts dripping blood, but I don't really notice, focusing on Gear. The world becomes a tunnel, with the loud voices of my captors behind me and Gear at the other. We break out into the light. I've never been so glad to see the scorching sun*
*I fall to the floor, gasping. Looking down, I see the hilt of Oscar's knife poking out of my chest. I feel detached, almost curious about the wound. Redness begins to spread under my shirt...huh*
Oh geez, Flame? Flame?! Don't worry kid, people have survived worse *I take a deep breath and quickly pull out the knife. I take off my outer shirt and press it to the wound*. And if you die, hell, I'm always up for a little revenge.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Feb 25, 2012 0:27:17 GMT -5
*I skid around a corner, grabbing the edge of an aisle shelf so I don't have to slow down. The drac and the traitor slam through the shop doors, and I'm through before they close all the way. The drac's practically falling over her feet, but the guy's not slowing down and I put on another burst of speed when I see him heading for a motorcycle at the curb. I'll be damned if I'm letting them get away with this.*
*I try to keep up with Captain, Slink right on my heels. The sun makes me wince when I get through the doors, and I see Captain closing on the pair a little ways down the block. By now, I'm plenty ready for a fight; I can still feel that kick to my face, and the thought of a killjoy defending a drac is disgusting*
*Just as the killjoy reaches the bike, I launch myself forward. He starts to turn but he's not fast enough, and as my weight catches him across the chest we both slam into - and over - the bike*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Feb 25, 2012 0:39:05 GMT -5
*The killjoy comes out of the blue; I'd hoped we had more of a lead than that. Almost before I realize what's happening, Red's hand is wrenched out of mine and I'm crashing into the motorcycle, tipping it over and landing hard on the pavement. I try to fight back but it's hard with Captain's weight on top of me, and at his first punch I feel the back of my head collide with the pavement. He's shouting something about traitors and neutrals, but the ringing in my ears makes it hard to hear. Another punch opens up a cut above my eye before I manage to free both arms and smack my cupped hands over his ears. He swears and rolls to the side and I get up myself, kicking him as hard as I can before I have to take up a stance against the other two*
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Post by redhavoc on Feb 25, 2012 1:21:42 GMT -5
*I roll to the side as Gear's hand is ripped from mine. Everything gets fuzzy and I just lay on the ground, incapable of anything else. I hear shouts... scuffling... cracking and breaking...but all I see are the killjoys leering at me, red demon eyes violating me. I curl up into a ball on the ground, head in my hands, and try not to think about what just could have happened and the memories is brings up...*
*why is there so much evil in the world?*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Feb 26, 2012 2:23:11 GMT -5
*One hand comes away bloody when I uncover my ears, and I can't hear well at all. The kick I can handle, but if he did permanent damage to my hearing, I'll kill him. I mean, I'd kill him anyway, but still.*
*I push past Gauge when Captain goes down, swinging at the neutral. I get a few hits in, though I take some as well. I briefly remember that I have the gun, but with Gauge and Captain close by, I'm hesitant to use it. I'm not the best shot in the Zones. And where the hell are Oscar and Flame?*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Feb 26, 2012 2:41:37 GMT -5
Three against one? Nice and fair, huh? *I'm breathing hard; Zone-toughened killjoys put up a whole different kind of fight than dracs and crows. I'm focused on the ones called Slink and Gauge, and barely notice that Captain's been out of sight for several long seconds. I remember pretty damn quickly, though, when a slight scuffling noise behind me precedes a sudden - and quite painful - impact as he swings a broom handle into the back of my knees at full force. I try to catch myself and end up skinning my elbow pretty well, rolling to the side as Captain slams the end of the handle onto the pavement where my head was. Bloody hell... that one's definitely not playing for the minor leagues.*
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Post by redhavoc on Feb 26, 2012 2:51:29 GMT -5
*I hear the sounds of fighting outside and groan a bit, wishing I was beating up the pansy as well, but Flame's hurt pretty bad... I flip closed my knife in one practiced motion and store it carefully away before having flame hold the bloody shirt so I can pick him up. We have medical supplies at our main base, so I take him out to the car and set him upright in the back. He makes groaning sounds and I sympathize a bit* It's ok kid, you'll have a better scar on your stomach than even the Captain has, I think, and he's ex-army.
*Flame looks at me with narrowed eyes. I don't think he appreciates the comment*
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*I don't move as the fight continues, ready to either be rescued or dragged back into hell by the gang. A humming sound fills my ears and I realize it's me, trying to drown out the noise...drown out everything*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Feb 26, 2012 3:03:11 GMT -5
*I hear something else about a 'fucking traitor', but the next time the broom handle comes down, I'm ready. Catching hold of it, I shove it away from myself as hard as I can, knowing Captain will be expecting me to do the opposite. He takes a step backwards and his grip loosens as the business end of the broom is shoved into his face, and I jerk it away, immediately getting to my feet and swinging it around at the other two. Gauge takes most of the force to his head, and knocks Slink to the side as he falls. I turn quickly to duck a hit from Captain, and punch him in the throat before he can block me.*
Red! On your feet, now! *I shout over at her, knowing I'll probably only have this one chance to get her out of here. Captain's turning red as he clutches at his throat, Gauge is down for the count, and Slink gets the broom handle to his face when he comes at me next.*
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Post by redhavoc on Feb 26, 2012 3:11:16 GMT -5
*I jerk back to reality for a second time when I hear Gear's scream. It's getting harder and harder. Taking my hands away from my head, I slowly move, using the overturned bike to get on my hands and knees. That's literally the best I can do. I look up and see one of the creepier killjoys lying on the ground. The leader is clutching his throat and Gear is attacking the third. Blood drips down from his head and face. His movements aren't trained, but like a wild animal intent on surviving. I feel guilty at having dragged him into this and also infinitely relieved*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Feb 26, 2012 3:17:27 GMT -5
*I freeze when I hear shouting echoing down the street, eyes narrowing when I recognize the sound of a fight. Shifting instantly into a run, I sprint down the street towards the noise. Around the next corner I look down the block and see the killjoy from the theater facing off against several others, all three of whom are either on the ground or heading that way fast. The motorcycle's on the ground nearby, and I can just barely make out a small form kneeling behind it. Red...*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Feb 26, 2012 3:26:25 GMT -5
*Slink falls back, hands over his face as blood starts dripping from his nose, and I drop the broom, spinning around and running for Red. I pick her up as best I can, appreciating for once how light she is and how lucky we both are that I can carry her so easily. Leaving the motorcycle where it lies, I take off down the street. When I catch sight of the white shirt down the block I almost change direction automatically, but recognize Max in time to avoid losing speed. A laser shoots past to my left and I glance over my shoulder to see Slink already staggering to his feet again, a gun in his hand; when I register the color of the gun, I do a double take and nearly trip. It can't be... but I slow when I get close to Max, and look back to confirm my suspicion. I honestly didn't think I could be any angrier at this point.*
Take her, *I say abruptly to Max, my voice hard, as I slide to a stop and almost shove Red at him* Get her back to the theater. I have a bit of business to take care of here.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Feb 26, 2012 3:42:22 GMT -5
*I take Red immediately, seeing the cut on her face and the way she just curls up without looking at me. I want to ask what's going on, but the killjoy's already gone, running back towards the others. Whatever happened, though, Red's more important. The killjoy can explain when he gets back to the theater, and if he doesn't come back, I'll just ask Red.*
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*I see the girl get handed off to a tall man in a white shirt, and realize the traitor's working with not one, but /two/ dracs. What the hell is wrong with him? I'm expecting them all to take off together, but the next thing I know the younger guy's headed straight towards me. I give him a bloody grin, holding the ray gun double-handed and shooting at him as he comes*
Coming back to play, drac boy? I have a great game for you, it's called dodge the laser! *The gun's set on stun and I don't bother changing it; I'm sure Captain will be able to think up some entertaining games of his own when we've got the pill pusher locked up snug somewhere. It won't make up for losing the girl, but it'll be something to while away the hours, at least.*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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