Gunther Berg: Gunther narrows his eyes on Smithy
"Gunther ain't say shit like at. I told him ta leave you tha fuck alone. Else he
gets his ass killt." The large german makes an angry push past the loon toward
the door. "Fucker's done crossed tha line two too many fuckin times. I'ma kill
is bitchass."
Smithy: Pff. get in line motherfucker.
joo're not filching my frag! *she follows him out, scowling*
Gunther Berg: Gunther pushes his way out of the shop and
trudges down the sidewalk. "Sady's already wantin his ass. He beat her damn near
dead an left er outside a warehouse. Fucker's days er up."
Smithy: like i said.. got anything of his?
Gimme something of the fuckers and he'll be deader than dinner. no reboot. blue
screen of fucking death.
Gunther Berg: Gunther squints in thought while tromping
down the sidealk. "Ehh.. nope. He took somea my shit fer a while. Gave it all
back though."
Smithy: fuck. *she frowns, trudging along
beside him, drinking the beer, she hands it over half full, gruff* Had to take
out his Epeen and wave it t the hill giant too. near killed the motherfucker.
Gunther Berg: Gunther snorts and takes the beer, lifting
it in a quick swig. "You mean Will? He kickt will's ass?" He shakes his head. "I'ma
hafta go higher up on this one. Fucker's outta hand."
Smithy: Pff. I'm as high up as you need to
go big vatti. *she scowls at him, twisting her spine with a clunk of metal* I
will zone his bitch ass into the fucking Sun.
Gunther Berg: Gunther squints at the loon. "You can do
that?"
Smithy: i don't know. *she admits,
tonguing her teeth* never tried. pretty sure i could get his ass to the
serengetti or some shit though. light enough there. *she nods and gives a yawn
up to the german, another beer taken out her coat and uncapped with her teeth*
Smithy: why, hoo got a better idea
plothook? *she snerks and takes a sideways swig*
Gunther Berg: Gunther shrugs. "I got bigger an better
homies than you, slut. I was gonna hand tha case over ta them. If you were a
parta tha treaty, we could let those ritzy fucks take care of em."
Smithy: thats fucking LAME *She
scowls at gunther, shaking her head in disbeleif*
Smithy: (wantin to move to uptown
streets?)
Gunther Berg: Gunther shrugs. "Might be lame, but it's
smart. He beat my ass out cold.. Beat Sady out cold. Beat big willy's ass. I'm a
tough fucker.. but I'm willin ta admit when I can't take a fucker down. He done
said ta gunther he wants you dead, if at's what you want, feel free."
Smithy: No N00b fucking Npc Ganking Biatch
is going to gib my ass. *she shakes her head, laughing that minigun laugh
and taking a swig of her beer* joo're just stupid to get in a slapper fight with
some deadite.
William Halloran: It's another weekend, and
a new set of injuries for the big man. Four stiches above his right eye, a knee
brace on, and his wrist casted up. Ahh, a week in the life of a hardcore
wrestler...you have NO idea how interesting it can get. He makes his way down
the street, leather jacket shut up tight, eyes downcast as he smokes his
cigarette.
Gunther Berg: Gunther shrugs. "Ain't never claimed ta
be smart. I hit shit. An he hits harder an me."
William Halloran:
d10: Per+Alert: 5,9,8,1,6,
Smithy: I'll rewrite the fucker into a
hellokitty doll. *she snorts and rubs a hand across her tits. god DAMN this
leve's teperature mods sucked ass* fucking lame.. *a swig of beer and she looks
around, hard not to see a Giant*
Smithy:
d10: per alert: 9,2,9,5,9,
Smithy: Hill Giant! *she cracks a mad
grin, head cranking to the side*
William Halloran: He glances up at a
familiar voice, eyes squinting...big bald guy, short topless woman. He blinks a
couple times, and stops where he is, an odd sort of ambivalence in his
expression and stance.
Gunther Berg: Gunther looks to where Smithy yells and
raises a gruff paw in the man's direction. "Hey, Will."
William Halloran: When Smithy notices and
calls out to him, he smiles a little and his decision is made. He starts walking
toward them, taking a drag off his smoke.
Smithy: *oblivious to the cast, she tosses
a beer bottle his way as he approaches. man.. what doesn't she have in
that coat?*
William Halloran: "Hey, Smithy." He nods to
her a little bit, grinning slightly. Eyes shift over to Gunther. "Gunther.
What's up?"
William Halloran: That's the saving
grace...the cast is on his off-hand. He snatches the bottle out of the air and
pops it open. "Thanks," he says to the madwoman, taking a swig off of the drink.
Gunther Berg: Gunther shrugs, taking a swig from his beer.
"Not much, man. Layin low. Tryin not ta get my ass killt." He snorts, lookin
over the larger man. "You look like hell. Y'alright?"
Smithy: *she tosses her head, gears of her
hair clanking against one another as she gets them out her face and takes a swig
of beer. she needed it suddenly*
William Halloran: "Just 'nother Friday
night on the job," he says with a shrug. "Who's tryin' to kill yer ass this
time?" He moves up, coming to a stop next to Smithy as looks down to the
skinhead.
Gunther Berg: Gunther gives a tiny chuckle. "Ehh.. no
one that I know of. Just keep runnin inta cocky motherfuckers in tha clubs.
Gotta score ta settle with this fucker what's been beaten on Sady an slut-face
here." He motions to Smithy.
Smithy: man.. *she looks at his bashed up
state and shakes her head with that toothy grin* we need to get joor ass working
on the code, joo could rewrite that shit and not take the damage to the skin.
*white eyes click to gunther* Call me slut face again you rper twar...
Smithy: (twore. not twar)
William Halloran: Eyes narrow. He looks to
Smithy, then back to Gunther, arms folding over his massive chest, cigarette
trapped between his lips. "Who?"
Gunther Berg: "Spitfire." He gruffs, looking the larger
man over. "I hear ya ain't so fonda him yer damn self."
William Halloran: He scowls and glances
over to Smithy. "Another run-in, or same ol, same ol'?"
Gunther Berg: Gunther glares at his beer. "It's one thing
ta just beat on folks.. He tried ta kill sady. If I ain't come along when I
did.. she'da been dead."
Smithy: Pff. *she snorts and shakes her
head to gunth and will* Chicken shit motherfucker hasn't done shit to me yet. i
told him it was go time when I zoned Bigger Vatti here, but that n00b llama
scuttled through the backdoor faster than a catholic preist in an all boys
choir.
Smithy: Just threatened like some little
bitch. *she scowls and then griiiins to gunther*
Gunther Berg: Gunther sneers over to Smithy. "If I wanted
ta kill yer ass.. I'da finished ya up tha first time, ya crazy slut."
William Halloran: He snorts. "Like another
shot at his dumb ass one-a these days. Won't let the skinny little fucker get in
the first shot next time."
Gunther Berg: Gunther nods. "At's where I fuckt up.
Ain't wanna break his tiny ass.. so I let em wail on me fore I fought back. Lil
fucker's tough. I'll give em that." He takes another swig.
William Halloran: Eyes flick to Gunther,
and he frowns for a moment, before knocking back some more beer.
Smithy: *she bares her teeth in a
grin/snarl, mad eyes on Gunther's with an unhealthy gleam. she takes a swig of
beer. suuuuuure, her eyes flick to Will* Dudes He's a fucking vampire mob.
Punching hims not going to do shit. I've scanned his ass. its all dead matter.
You gotta like.. turn him into acid or cut the fucker to bits. stakes, fire,
garlic.. holy water.. that sorta shit.
Gunther Berg: Gunther snorts. "If you can hold em.. I can
kill em."
William Halloran: "You seen the shit I've
used in the ring, Smithy." He grins. "Gimme a can o' lighter fluid, a rag and a
foldin' chair, and I'll level the fuckin' playin' field."
Smithy: *she hauls out a mini blowtorch
and cranks her head sideways* what are we in the mother fucking stomeage?
William Halloran: "Hey, ya use whatcha know
to use. You use yer blowtorch, I'll use my ringside equipment."
Gunther Berg: Gunther snorts. "Yer not givin tha fuck
enough credit. Yer gonna lose." He looks down the sidewalk with a bored glance.
William Halloran: He shrugs a bit. "Yeah,
but he'll feel it in the mornin'. Or the evenin', as it may be. Whenever the
fuck he wakes up."
Smithy: *she sticks the torch back in her
coat with a clunk, finishing the beer and tossing the bottle down an alley at a
homeless dude* give him enough credit.. pff. fuck that.. I'm going to frag his
bitch ass from the bunny hole. Think he's on the net.. ?*tongue sticking outta
her mouth, she rubs to get the circulation back in her breasts ignoring the
stares of motorists*
Gunther Berg: Gunther shrugs with a cocky look to smithy
"Fine. You think whatcha want. I know better."
William Halloran: "Positive." He nods.
"Fucker said somethin' about filmin' the fight to put up on his web-thingy."
Smithy: dude, STFU.. you don't even
know how to fucking read. *she rolls her eyes in smug amusement*
Gunther Berg: Gunther glares down at the sidewalk. "Do
too. I just.. I just ain't wanna."
William Halloran: He looks between them and
sighs a little bit, shaking his head, finishing off the rest of his beer in one
swig. A hefty throw sends the damn thing a good 70-plus feet down thr sidewalk.
Smithy: yeah.. *she snicks* ain't
wanna.. learn how to read. so Stfu n00b. *She scratches at herself and digs out
another 2 beers, offering one to gunth and one to will, a clink from within the
coat, she looks up to will* W00t. *a grin at the distance the bottle
flies*Right. so we search his skin in the data base, locate him, and nuke his
code. done.
William Halloran: He takes the offered beer
and pops off the cap, digging into it nice and quick.
Gunther Berg: Gunther shoves the offered beer away. Wow..
he MUST be insulted.. Not taking free beer and whatnot. "Fuck you, slut." He
makes a heavy tromp ahead of the two.
William Halloran: He looks after Gunther
and frowns a little, finishing his beer on the second pull. Another long throw,
the opposite way Gunther went, and he reaches out for the beer Gunther rejected.
Smithy: Oh Give me a fucking break you
Pussy! *she yels after him, scowling and laughing all the same time, as if she
can't decide which to do*
Gunther Berg: Gunther flips the woman off without looking
over his shoulder. He doesn't seem pissed enough for comfrontation. Just
annoyed.
William Halloran: And follow behind Smithy
the giant does.
Smithy: chicken shit! *she crows behind
him, rolling her eyes* fuck this.. lets kill a vampire *that'd cheer her up, she
looks up to Will and jerks her head towards an alley*
Gunther Berg: Gunther shakes his head and keeps tromping.
He makes a low rumble in german, an irritated rant.
William Halloran: He looks at her and nods
a little. "Yeah, guess so."
Smithy: *she cops a squat in the alley and
gives Will Gunther's beer, booting up the lappy with a whirr and scrolling on
the internet, looking for "Spitfire"
Gunther Berg: (awww.. you hurt my neonazi's feelers..
*giggles* hope you're proud of yourself. *hugs*)
Smithy: ((*wimps* i feel bad. smithy's a
bitch and feels good about it. but me.. chumble.. i feel bad)
Gunther Berg: (heh. i don't feel bad at all for gunth. he
deserves it. *G* i'm out. night guys. thanks for the scene)
Smithy: (night!)
Judas: ((Night *preps grave*))
Smithy:
d10: wit + comp: 1,5,8,2,9,5,9,
William Halloran: ((Judas, roll me an
Int+Computer; your security vs. her locating.))
Judas:
d10: Int & Comp: 3,7,5,9,7,6,
Judas: ((-2 diff for Comp Attiude merit))
Smithy: *alot of scrolling and typing,
search redefined a few times, she sends out her own web crawlers to gather info,
scowling at the screen as she gets less than she'd like, she chews on a gear
from his hair*
Smithy: (her hair. not his. he has no hair
gears)_
Judas: ((Re-rolling, my bad wrong dice!
*wipes tired eyes*))
Judas:
d10: Int & Comp: 8,8,1,1,8,
William Halloran: He leans against the wall
in the alley, looking over her shoulder as she types and drinking on the beet.
Ravyn: It
takes Smithy a while, probably 20 minutes or so, but eventually, she gets around
his proxy & firewall to find the Hidden IP Address.
Smithy: *finally! she reaches up,
groping for the beer from her squat, leg leg knee.. not a beer.. belt.. damnit..
why's he so tall.. eyes ever on the screen, other hand typing.. she pats him,
signalling for the beer in his hand* right. got you now joo cocky n00b
motherfucker.. *she dives in with the coding*
Smithy:
d10: wits + comp : 7,2,5,9,8,2,5,
Smithy: (that was to lower the difficulty.
now arete, extended roll)
Smithy:
d10: arete neg one madsci: 7,6,1,
Smithy:
d10: arete neg one madsci: 4,2,1,
Smithy: *a frown as the code starts
corrupting in the program she's writing, a scowl as she types in some
gibberish*.. WTF..?
Ravyn:
d10: Paradox: 7,2,7,8,4,6,10,9,
Smithy:
d10: soak: 2,7,
Smithy: No! Fuck! Delete. Abo-Gzzzzzzzzzlt
*she goes rigid as electricity arcs through the air from her little laptop
though her body and out the point of her elbow, a bit of smoke and she slumps
over, eyes rolled back in her head, lappy sliding from her hand. slighty melty*
William Halloran: He blinks, eyes widening
as the computer shocks Smithy. "Muthafuck!" He reaches down to catch her as she
falls, easily supporting her weight.
Smithy: *that faint tingle of
electricty running through her gives the man a littl shock, making a snapping
noise as she slumps against him, circuits and gears melted slightly, white eyes
rolled back into her head, twitching and shuddering with after currents, a froth
of blood on her lips*
William Halloran: "Shit, shit, shit..." He
picks her up, carefully, and looks dubiously at the computer...a moment's pause,
befroe he leans down to pick it up, wincing a bit as his wrist complains. He
snaps the thing shut and folds it under his arm, looking to her. "Ya gotta quit
doin' this," he says with a worried look. "Now, where the fuck I supposed to
take ya..." Oh, great, a giant fucked-up guy with a record, walking around with
a topless unconscious woman that looks like she's been fucked up. This is gonna
go well.
Smithy: *she's limp.. and man.. she
doesn't weigh that much.. but that coat MUST weigh 40 lbs at least.. no wonder
the bitch had such arm muscles*
William Halloran: He considers a moment,
then takes his jacket off. The NYCW shirt gets pulled off, and he puts it on
her. It's incredibly oversized, but it will help the...uh...NPC's? Mob? Eh,
something like that. It'll help 'em ingore him a little. He puts his jacket back
on and picks Smithy up again, shivering furiously as he carries her down the
street. He's taking her home...he knows enough to at least stablize her there.
Smithy: *the part of her ribs thats
grafter with gun shrapnel is so hot its smoking the bandages on her side a dark
charred grey, anything metal on her is near red hot, and any skin he touches
with his own tingles with remnent electricty, but she seems to be breathing.. so
thats good. and suprise..s he's not bleeding from her side likely because she's
been forcibly cauterized*
William Halloran: Thank Heaven for small
favors, he tromps his way down the street. No time for the bunny whole...too far
away. His apartment is nearby...he heads there.
Smithy: *And so goes the electrocuted
russian gunbunny*
WILLIAM'S APARTMENT
William Halloran: He carries Smithy up
the stairs around the Dolphin, up to his apartment, ignoring the light shocks
he's getting. He fumbles with the keys a little, before opening the door and
getting her inside. The place is a little cold, but he quickly turns the heat up
once the door's kicked shut, and he carries her to...ehh, shit. Couch is still
broke. Off to the bedroom he goes.
Smithy: *good and limp. and Hot. and
tingly. and foaming blood from her mouth. and smelling like burnt flesh and
hair. mmmm. she's a keeper*
William Halloran: He lays her down on the
bed and takes the coat off, carefully, to make sure there's no...peeling, for
lack of a better term.
Smithy: *there are things.. melted.. in
there. not good.. and beer is soaking one side, broken class poking through.. he
was probably unknowingly crushing it into her as he carried her*
William Halloran: "FUCK!" He sets the coat
aside and goes to check her vitals...make sure her heartbeat isn't erratic, and
so on...that she's stable, at least.
William Halloran:
d10: Per+Med: 10,7,5,7,
Smithy: *good hearbeat, beathing a little
gurgly, but then there is that blood foam on her lips.. she seems stable at
least, if pretty fucked up. YOU try being electrocuted*
Smithy: (heartbeat, breathing)
William Halloran: His lips purse, and he
goes into the kitchen. One thing the giant has in spades, besides wrestling
paraphenalia and tapes? First aid equipment. He comes back to clean her up and
cleanse her burns, qorking exceptionally carefully.
William Halloran: ((working))
Smithy: *she's got a serious burn on
her elbow where it arc'd out of her. And her Belt buckle is melted, oh jesus..
what about those steel toe boots.. or her pericing? ... reason #402 wht
NOT to get a clit peircing*
William Halloran: Ooh, that thought just
makes his shudder. He doesn't go there, though...just cleaning up the rest,
around the wound in her side and so on, trying to make sure no infection sets
in. He should probably go and check, but...yeah, he considered the possibility.
Know how you can tell? He's bright red.
Smithy: *her breath comes a little erratic
suddenly, eyelids fluttering with a clicking noise*
William Halloran: He looks up from the side
wound at the clicking noise. "Smithy?" He sounds both worried and relieved. "Ya
home in there?"
Smithy: gzzzt.. *a shudder. some panting
as she lies there, a tattooed tongue coming to wet her lips as she tries to get
oreinted, eyes till shut, hands clasping and unclasping, a little lappy goo
hardened on them*
William Halloran: He reaches up and brushes
hair out of her face, before he notices her hands...a wince. Shit.
"Um....Smithy?"
Smithy: *blood spit.. another shudder as
she purges the electricty from her body slowly, grounding out through the bed,
she pants, and doesn't open her eyes.. but she does manage to croak a raspy*...
beer...
William Halloran: "Beer?" He blinks...she
wants a frickin' beer? "Umm...okay." He stands up and heads to the
fridge...that's the third thing he's got in abdundance. He eturns with a
six-pack of Heineken's.
Smithy: *yes. she wants a friggin beer. a
shock and a shudder as the metal sparks against her skin. fuckit. liquid. in her
now... it takes her a couple tries to get it open, but then she demolishes a
beer in 0 seconds flat.. some of it spilling as her hands jolt and shake*
William Halloran: He blinks and sits on the
bed, popping herself another beer, and one for himself, watching her. The man
seems even more worried as she jolts and drinks. "Smithy...ya okay?"
Smithy: *panting, eyes finally click
open, eyes a little reddish, blood vessels have burst. sexy. she makes to sit up
and grunts, falling back to the bed with an electronic zrr of annoyance. she
lets the can fall from her hand and croaks* fuck. yeah.. fine. fucking code.
William Halloran: He hands over the other
beer, warily. "Ya ain't fine. But if yer at least thinkin', that's a good sign."
Smithy: *she waves the beer away. one was
enough, the jolts were more intense now, but less.. burning feeling* fucking...
game .. corrupted my fucking code.
William Halloran: He frowns a little and
finishes his beer, then starts on the one intended for her. "It do that a lot?"
Smithy: mnaaaagh.. * thats a noise
apparently to the affirmative, a deep huff'd breath, she shifts and then
Hisses from the pain. a sour look on her face* Some shit in the game has
safeguards on it.
William Halloran: "Fuck." He purses his
lips and looks to her. "Anything I can do to help?"
Smithy: naw. this shit is code damage,
works its self out once the game runs an update.. i'm like.. 4.. 5 healthlevels
down. *she's snort but she's sorta not in a laughy mood. a groan as she fumbles
with her melted belt buckle..*.. fuck.. joo got a pigsticker?
William Halloran: "Just kitchen knives.
Hold on." He goes into the kitchen, coming out with a decently-szied blade and
handing it over.
Smithy: *yeah.. this could be fun.. she's
trying to cut off her belt and not stab herself in the barren gunsmith womb, a
scowl as she saws uselessly*
William Halloran: He frowns, and sighs.
"Here, gimme the knife. I got more strength to it." His hand extends out.
Smithy: I'm sorry to ~fucking~
inconveinance you n00b, *she scowls as he sighs, frustrated and sticking the
knife in the bed, jaw set stubbornly*
William Halloran: "I'm not...that ain't the
point." He takes the knife out of the bed, moving to her side and slipping the
knife between two belt loops. "I ain't inconvenienced, Smithy. I just don't want
ya to hurth yerself."
Smithy: *she's still scowling,
confusion as she licks the blood off her lips and swallows, making to shove at
her pants.. zipper melded together, she frowns as they catch on her hips and
Smithy rasps* Slice down the side. *you know.. somehow cutting off a woman's
clothing should be more sexy.. trust smithy to ruin it with swearing, melted
metal and electric shock*
William Halloran: "Yeah, I know." Best not
to get into that story. He angles it properly, applying giant strength carefully
as he slices through the belt, severing it.
Smithy: *she pulls the belt through with a
few short tugs, squirming out of her pants best she can, sweat breaking out on
her forehead form the effort, cringing as she gives up halfway. they won't come
past the boots any way* ugh. WTF Lame. *a huff, she blinks at the wall with a
click*
William Halloran: He looks down at the
pants, frowning. "I can...umm. Cut 'em off, and get ya some more tomorrow? Can
we get the boots off at all?"
William Halloran: "Or you can leave 'em
on," he adds quickly. Not wnating her to think he's desperate to get her
pantless.
Smithy: yeah.. no.. fuck..cut em off..
whatev's.. *she turns to look at him, lips quirked sideways* I can make new
ones.. *a blink with a click*
William Halloran: "All right." He nods.
"Scissors may work best...less chance to slip." He moves to the corner of the
room where there is...blink blink...a sewing kit. He grabs the scissors and
comes back, starting to carefully cut down the seams, ridding her of the pants.
Smithy: *scars, bullet marks.. all
visible in the light of the apartment, had he not noticed them before. once the
pants are off of her she scratches at her head, melted metal no longer hot in
her hair.. thank god* WTF.. Why are you nurse-maiding my ass Motherfucker? *suspiscion?
maybe a little, doesn't seem like thats it however, gunsmith looking a little..
off. narrowed white eyes on the giant*
William Halloran: He shrugs, pausing a
moment to light a cigarette before he tosses the pack and a lighter next to her.
"'cause someone's gotta. If yer gonna keep gettin' fucked up, I'll keep makin'
sure yer okay. That a problem?" He looks at her a moment, scissors poised to
continue cutting at the point where he stopped, at her knee.
Smithy: *tattooed lips twist and she
looks away from him, considering, a groan as she goes to move, back making an
unpleasant twank as she shifts, her skin tingling his whereever he touches witht
he scissors*
William Halloran: A shrug, and he goes back
to his cutting, finishing down one leg and moving his enormous body around to
sit on the other side, starting there, too. "So how long you known Gunther?"
Smithy: enh.. 3 months? *she watches him
as he cuts, white eyes following the scissors, then flicking back to the giant,
back and forth, in a set sort of pattern*
Smithy: joo, hill giant?
William Halloran: "Almost seven." He
finishes up, and carefully pulls the pants away from her, tossing them on the
ground next to the sewing corner.
Smithy: *a groan as he makes to pull
the pants away. metal joined to cloth.. luckily not by much.. she grits her
teeth as she's freed from the pants, a grunt of pain* ow, fuck.. godd damnit
n00b.
Smithy: *surly? a little*
William Halloran: He winces. "Sorry." He
looks at the boots...shit. He hopes they can come off at some point. Hard to get
pants ON without that...
Smithy: A groan, she tries to prop herself
up, managing a sit before slumping over with a groan*.. mother fuck.. *.. naked
lady but for boots. classy. she waits a long moment doubled up, abdoman rippling
and shuddering as the moment shocks her a little*.. uff. how long was my ass
logged out?
William Halloran: "Bout ten, fiften
minutes, maybe?" He shrugs a little bit, scooting up to sit against the wall,
head resting against the cheap paneling as he takes a drag off his smoke. "Long
enough to worry my ass."
Smithy: Naw.. worried? *she watches him,
flopping back on the bed with a pained noise, and soliciting a drag off his
smoke, grimey shakey fingers*
William Halloran: "Well, umm...yeah." He
shrugs a little, looking at the pack of cigarettes right next to her...the one
in his hand...pack...hand...he shrugs and hands the smoke over. Why fight it?
Smithy: *she takes a drag and hands it
back, just enough to get a rush of nicotine running through her charred body, a
rub to a blood shot eye, she looks to bed, and crank her head sideways* is this
a normal sized bed?
William Halloran: "Nope." He shakes his
head, taking a drag off the cigarette after retrieving it. "Can't have a
normal-sized bed. Too fuckin' big."
Smithy: yeah no shit. joor ubersized. ..
I'm like fucking goldielocks in that fucking bear house. *she watches him with
creepy eyes, rasping quiet* joo make a big target.
William Halloran: "Yeah. Heard that one
before." A little smirk, faintly bitter, as he finishes off the cigarette, going
for another beer.
Smithy: its true. but i've scanned you.
bonus health level. so you're evened out.
William Halloran: "Sure." The cap is popped
off and he downs a good couple swallows. "Naah, yer right. Ain't got nothin to
complain about."
Smithy: *The mad gunsmith is watching him.
creepy*
William Halloran: He looks over at her,
brow raising. "What?"
William Halloran:
d10: Per+Emp: 5,9,9,9,
Smithy: What? *she fires back raspily, a
gurgle and a cough brings some blood to her lips, wiped away as she tries to
prop herself on an elbow.. unfortunately its the blackened one and she falls
back with a horrible electronic noise of pain* grrzzeerk!gkkfuck.
Smithy -> William Halloran: she's
uncomfortable. and interested in what William is thinking. Which confuses her.
cause.. well.. she usually doesn't care. at all. She's feeling him out and
puzzling him over. why he's taking care of her. Whats going on in regards to
their night in the bunny hole.. she's watching him trying to figure things out,
wary, and less confident then she;d like to present.. and a little defensive
because of it
William Halloran: He cocks his head to
the side for a moment, then frowns a little, even as he flushes.
"Here...careful, yer just hurting yerself more."
Smithy: ow. fuck. I know. *its almost
petulant, a new one for smithy, Mad woman scowling and looking at her chest..she
rasps* fucking game gib..
William Halloran: "Yeah, no shit." He nods
a little, sighing. "That fuckin' sucks. How'd it happen, anyway?"
Smithy: well.. we're all code right,
characters. so if you fuck with the code too much it can backlash on you and
corrupt your character code. sucks supreme pixelated ass. *a huff, she flicks
bloodshot eyes to him, a shiver as she's lying naked in the air* Could have done
without it welding my fucking clit to my body.. I'm going to gib that spitfire
fuck so good...
William Halloran: What the man go red as a
beet, and then wince. "Jesus Christ..."
Smithy: you're shifting colors dude. *she
watches him, head cranked to the side, blinking with a click*
William Halloran: "Yeah, uhh...I do that
from time to time." He shrugs a little bit, going for another cigarette, adother
beer.
Smithy: Why? *frank, tact not the woman's
strong point. She shivers hard and rubs the hard muscles of her stomach with the
non injured arm. cold*
William Halloran: "I dunno." He shrugs a
little, frowning as he notices her shiver. He gets up off the bed to get her a
blanket. "Just...when I get nervous, I blush."
Smithy: My guns are like.. *she raises up,
looking for them.. then realizing maybe he wasn't nessecarily "thinking she was
going to shoot him" nervous. white eyes watch him, narrowing a little. She takes
in the giant's broad expanse of back as he moves around. she tongues the roof of
her mouth in consideration*
William Halloran: He frowns, about to toss
a blanket her way. "Now what'd I say?"
Smithy: what? I'm not going to shoot you.
*she says defensively, misunderstanding*
William Halloran: "I don't think yer gonna
shoot me. But yer lookin' at me strange."
Smithy: *she scowls, and reaches out a
hand for the blanket* Gotta problem n00b? *its a grumble from the maimed
tattooed maddy*
William Halloran: "Nope. No problem." He
tosses her the blanket and moves back to sit on the bet. "You?"
Smithy: pff..no. *she protests, spreading
the blanket over her body. jaw tense* whatevs
William Halloran: "Awright." He kicks his
shoes off and lays down, settling back on his side of the bed as he ashes the
smoke.
Smithy: *awkward silence ensues. broken by
a cough from smithy. She ends up watching him again, as if mapping him for
cloning or something*
William Halloran: He opens up beer number
five and starts drinking it. His eyes go toward her, brow furrowing for a
moment, and he watches her right back as he drinks.
Smithy: you have damage to the code for
your liver. you're taking permanent con damage from the beer. *its rasped*
William Halloran: He shrugs non-commitally.
"Ain't got any other vices...well, 'sides the smokin'. Not like I'm doin' heroin
or somethin', right?"
Smithy: dude.. its a game.. i give less
than one bit. should figure out the code to fix it.
William Halloran: "You can do that?" He
blinks...huh. Guess she probably can. He shrugs and takes another swig of the
beer.
Smithy: well. i'd have to figure your
character code, but yeah, figure it'd just take some haxxing.
William Halloran: "Huh." He nods a little
bit. "That's cool."
Smithy: *more awkward silence. she just
watches Will drink. creepy eyes*
William Halloran: "So what's on yer mind?"
Another swig of alcohol.
Smithy: *now its her turn to shrug non-commital,
still watching him*
William Halloran: "Okay." He shrugs. "Was
just curious, s'all."
Smithy: . whats on your mind? *she
challenges, jerking her chin at him*