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Post by Max Griffiths on May 18, 2012 15:15:58 GMT -5
Captain:
*We drive for about about fifteen minutes, staying far from the highway and other larger roads. The boys are fairly quiet, and Flame's even stopped muttering to himself for the time being. Arson doesn't stir, but that's only to be expected after a triple hit. She'll be fine. Well... the stun shots won't leave lasting damage, anyway.*
*I know exactly where I'm going, and don't slow until the rambling one-story high school comes into view. It's one of the few structures still standing in this godforsaken town, and I pull the car around back and hit the brakes.* Everybody out.
Slink:
*I'm quick to follow orders, and while Captain unwinds the rusty chain from the school's back doors, Gauge and I pull the killjoy out and carry her over. I smirk when I remember how angry Goggles got when I insulted her back in 4. I could take 'personal insult' to a whole new level if Captain'll let me. He was going to give us free rein with the drac kid, after all, so maybe-*
Gauge:
*I see the way Slink's looking at the killjoy, and shake my head* Don't even think about it, Slink. You know how particular Captain gets with stuff like this. Hands off.
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Post by redhavoc on May 18, 2012 23:27:32 GMT -5
Oscar Wilde:
*I open the trunk and take out two bags. One contains our lunch and the other is packed with some of the better knives and tools. Flame follows me inside, flitting around like a hummingbird (which he's probably never seen. Slink seems to think there is nothing rational left in Flame, but he clearly knows what is about to happen and is excited as any of us. I smile a bit at that*
Flame:
*Dorian Gray's picture would be red soon, that much I can tell. REVENGE on a canvas of gore...*
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Post by Max Griffiths on May 18, 2012 23:36:55 GMT -5
*I move through the halls, checking each classroom as I pass. They're all in various states of disrepair, but I'm looking for something in particular... there. I smile as I step into a room just about at the center of the school, my eyes on the curtain rod over the sizeable windows. It's a solid affair, bare and bolted into the wall, and doesn't move when I pull down on it as hard as I can. I can feel my mood lifting with every second that passes.*
Right then. I want all these desks and chairs out of the way. One of you, tie her wrists and ankles, and set her in a chair at the center of the room. Arms behind her back. *I pause, looking from one side of the room to the other and considering. Everything has to be just so.* I want her facing the windows. Get rid of any weapons she has on her, obviously. And a note to all of you - she's not for playing around with, and that's final.
*I nudge Slink in response to Captain's last words, and he elbows me back. Grinning, I drag a chair to the center of the room and get the killjoys set up while the others clear the space. She's got a gun and a knife, both of which I toss to Oscar for safekeeping before we all back off and wait for the next directions*
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Post by Arson Anthem on May 18, 2012 23:42:56 GMT -5
*When I wake, I do so slowly. I’m sitting in a chair and my back is burning; I feel the lingering electrical tingles that are the aftermath of a powerful or short-range stun shot. I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts, and when I try to shift my arms from behind my back I’m limited by the rope tied tight around my wrists. My ankles are similarly bound, and I get a sinking feeling as I look around the room – a long-abandoned classroom with dirty walls and cracked linoleum– and realize I have no idea where I am. Directly in front of me is a wall of windows looking out over the ruins of a town nearly swallowed by the desert. I’m sitting alone in the middle of the room, with the rest of the desks and chairs shoved against the wall to my left and a scuffed blackboard to my right.*
*I look over my shoulder when I hear motion behind me, and see a young man step forward, with several others scattered behind him. His clothes are multicolored and stained, his greasy hair is black with green streaks, and a sheath and holster are both visible at his belt. Glancing down at my own holster, I’m discouraged to see that it’s empty. It feels like my ankle knife is gone, too – that would have been discovered when I’d been tied up.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on May 18, 2012 23:44:31 GMT -5
Good afternoon, sunshine. *I pull a chair over and sit down, facing her with a smile* Your callsign is Arson something-or-other, isn’t it? I’m Captain. Pleased to meet you. *She really does look like any other killjoy, and I almost feel bad for her. If only she’d run with a different crowd.*
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Post by redhavoc on May 20, 2012 0:41:48 GMT -5
*I eagerly pocket the knife and put the gun on the table. I see Flame go for it, but Gauge quickly picks it up and shakes his head at Flames. The kid goes to sulk in the corner, but he won't be there for long. I watch the Captain, a purported master at torture, eager to see what he has in store and ready to help. I'm a little put off that he won't let us have our fun, but we still have the rest of the group to hunt down. The future is finally exciting again*
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Post by Arson Anthem on May 20, 2012 0:48:48 GMT -5
(A quick note for anyone who's reading this and doesn't already know - I also write for Max's account, so there might be some interaction crossover going on between the characters)
Fuck you. *I’d been pretty sure who I was dealing with, but the name is confirmation. And I know I should be more cautious, but after what he and his gang did to Gear – and /tried/ to do to Red in Zone 4 – I don’t even have enough respect to properly fear him. He’s only a couple feet away, and when he abruptly leans forward and slaps me, my head jerks to the side.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on May 20, 2012 0:50:52 GMT -5
That was rude. I’ll have you know I’ve given my boys orders that you’re off-limits in that particular regard. You should thank me. *I lean back in my seat, watching the handprint fade into view on her cheek. Must sting. She glares back at me, eyes narrowed. I decide against taking steps to get said thank-you, though; before the day’s through she’ll be saying anything I want her to. And besides, I like it when they have a spine. It makes it more entertaining to break them.*
Let’s start with the basics, shall we? You’re here because your boyfriend cares more about a little drac than he does about his fellow killjoys. *Arson might be blushing a bit, but it’s hard to tell when her cheek’s already red. Either way, I ignore it* As you know, my boys were having a bit of fun in 4 and he crashed the party. Nearly killed our youngest, too. *I nod towards the blackboard, where Flame’s standing silently against the wall.*
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Post by redhavoc on May 20, 2012 1:02:56 GMT -5
*Get up when NAME is called and stalk over. CAPTAIN AHAB has a girl, not a whale. Tastier too... knife knife knife knife
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Post by Arson Anthem on May 20, 2012 1:10:10 GMT -5
A bit of fun?! *I can’t believe how lightly he’s treating the situation, and I’m on my feet without really thinking about what I’m doing. I hear halfway audible muttering from one side, and I'm distracted for a moment by the look on the boy's face; then I feel hands on my shoulders and I’m forced back onto the chair* They were going to rape her! She’s just a kid, for god’s sake!
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Post by Max Griffiths on May 20, 2012 1:12:22 GMT -5
*I wave a hand sharply at Oscar, and he lets go of Arson and shoves Flame backwards instead. I want Arson to answer my questions, not get sidetracked by the boys* She’s a draculoid. She’s a nothing. She’s a mindless drone, living her life in a haze of pills and doing whatever dear old Better Living Industries tells her to. Do you really think she’s worth consideration?
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Post by Arson Anthem on May 20, 2012 1:52:51 GMT -5
Of course I do! *My fists are clenched, but I don’t try to get up again* She’s not a drac any more, she’s not on the pills, and she’s been living with killjoys for weeks now without hurting any of us. But even if she /was/ a drac, that’s no excuse for what you were going to do to her! No one deserves that, not even a drac!
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Post by Max Griffiths on May 20, 2012 1:53:40 GMT -5
You would protect her, given a similar situation? *I lean on the arm of my chair, resting my chin on my hand. This is almost too easy - it's like she has a script, or something.* You would protect any draculoid, even against killjoys?
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Post by Arson Anthem on May 20, 2012 1:56:22 GMT -5
Yes. Yes, I would. *There’s no hesitation in my answer; I might not have had the greatest childhood before the wars, but I learned the difference between right and wrong a long time ago* We’re all people. And maybe we have to fight the dracs, and defend our way of life, and set aside our morals at times, but we never have cause to torture needlessly like that! I’d rather be an honest drac than a corrupt killjoy!
*I almost flinch when Captain claps his hands together, and when I see the smile spreading across his face I get a sinking feeling. This wasn’t a trial. This wasn’t a chance to plead my case. All I did was confirm his view of me as a traitor; all I did was sign my own death warrant*
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Post by Max Griffiths on May 20, 2012 23:49:59 GMT -5
That’s what I like to hear! *I get to my feet, sliding my chair out of the way. Gauge is smiling too.* Thank you for that, Arson. You’ve cleared my mind, you really have. I don’t want you to think I’m indecisive; Goggles and the brat need to be taught a lesson, you happened to be an easy target with a close connection to the pair, wrong place wrong time. I would have gone through with this regardless. But you’ve taken a weight off my conscience! Using a killjoy as this messenger-of-sorts would have been a shame, but now that I know you’re as twisted as your friends, I don’t feel at all bad doing this!
*At my last word I grab her arm, pulling her to her feet before propelling her across the room. Unable to keep her balance with her ankles tied, she does a little half-spin before colliding with the pile of desks and chairs in a clatter of metal on wood.*
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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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