William Halloran: New York City Wrestling is not what one would consider to be a "high-class" wrestling promotion; in other words, it's not the seamless, slick production that a company like World Wrestling Entertainment puts on. Performing in a rented warehouse that seats maybe 600 people, it is tonight empty, but for the ring and the few individuals there.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: Bruce walks
in with a small crowd, about six people, some with banners that have just
obscene swear words on them. He is wearing cut off jean shorts and boots buts
that’s it, chains round his neck on his wrists with a pair of Bret the Hitman
Hart style shades on.style shades on.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: ((Bah *curses
the paste!*))
William Halloran [11/27]: William already
waits in the ring, leaning forward on the ropes. He's in his full wrestling
get-up...a pair of black trunks with red pentacles on the side, and a mask that
depicts a demon face much like Pazazu from The Exorcist. He looks up as
Bruce comes in, frowning under the mask at the six guys.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He moves his
arms as the guys all head into the crowds he walks on down shades coming off
nodding impressed with Williams gear "Fuck me, This will be bloody fucking ace!"
William Halloran [11/27]: He watches the
six head off into the crowd...aside from that strange woman sitting in the
corner, they were the only people here. He takes a couple steps back from the
ropes, to let William in. "Hopin' yer spectators are keepin' their asses on that
side o' the guardrail. Don't wanna kick their asses, too."
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: "Damn right,
am no fucking pussy, this is just you and me." He leaps up on ot the ring side
climbing in through the ropes.(BP to dex)
Charles Avanguard : He steps in after the other six,
cane in hand a look of dissinterest, but he should be here none the less. He
walks down to the ring side seats and takes a seat. not a word spoken.
William Halloran [11/27]: He waits for
Bruce to get ready, circling the ring. He lets Bruce make the first move.
((Giving up Initiative))
William Halloran [11/27]: A glance goes to
Charles as he enters...another deep frown, and he looks back to Bruce. He
doesn't like how this is going.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He cracks
his neck left and right, not as dumb as he looks he is well aware if he gets
taken to the mat, he is in trouble, he looks about the ropes, the height
positions. He looks to William with a grin “Game on” (BP Strength)
William Halloran [11/27]: ((Spend whatever
blood you plan, William isn't attacking first. He thinks he has an advantage.
*S*))
Charles Avanguard : Charles doesn't exactly look a
threat, infact he looks decidedly bored and out of place, a man in his 40's he
is of average build and height with greying black hair and wearing a black suit.
He wears a Red tie with a coligraphied C embossed, he carries a black fiberglass
cane held by a sliver globe.
William Halloran [11/27]: The man's "lack
of threat" seems to mean little to William. In fact, the fact that he is out of
place makes the giant ever warier.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: (well in tha
case 1 BP to Dex should see him off) He flexes his arms then suddenly like shit
off a stick he launches himself at William, a punch coming in for his chest.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason:
d10: Dex & Brawl: 1,5,10,1,7,6,10,6,4,
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason:
d10: Boxing Speciality: 7,1,
William Halloran [11/27]: And he moves to
block the punch.
William Halloran [11/27]:
d10: Dex+Brawl: 10,9,5,2,3,1,
William Halloran [11/27]:
d10: Soak: 2,6,3,1,
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason:
d10: Damage: 3,10,8,10,8,7,
William Halloran [11/27]: And the punch
stuns him, rocking him back against the ropes. ((Bruce has a free action))
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He grins
laying yet another punch on his gut, not the face, he doesn't want to break him.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason:
d10: Dex & Brawl: 6,9,9,3,4,5,9,6,9,
William Halloran [11/27]:
d10: Soak: 6,8,5,2,
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason:
d10: Damage: 1,6,3,6,7,2,2,5,4,
William Halloran [11/27]: RECAP: The second
punch is shrugged off by the big man.
William Halloran [11/27]: He shakes off the
stun and reaches out to grab Bruce by the throat ((Going for a hold))
William Halloran [11/27]: ((WP spend to
ignore wound penalties, BTW))
William Halloran [11/27]:
d10: Strength+Brawl: 7,1,8,2,7,9,6,8,
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He goes to
dodge it slipping backwards away from the man
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason:
d10: Dex & Dodge: 10,3,1,3,6,3,1,7,
William Halloran [11/27]: RECAP: There is
no dodging for Bruce, and the giant's massive hand wraps around Bruce's throat.
William Halloran [11/27]: William glares a
hole through Bruce's eyes, then goes to pick Bruce up by the throat, then slam
him down onto the mat.
William Halloran [11/27]:
d10: Strength+Brawl: 6,6,8,1,10,5,
William Halloran [11/27]:
d10: Specialty: Muscular: 3,
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He thinks how
this could be a problem, if he had to actually use it, but he best get out
before things look suspisious. He goes to punch the man once more, this one on
the chin
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: ((Adding plus
1 difficulty since he is in a hold, I have the image well!))
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason:
d10: Dex & Brawl: 6,3,5,3,7,3,4,10,1,
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason:
d10: Boxing Speciality: 7,
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason:
d10: Damage: 5,7,6,10,8,
William Halloran [11/27]:
d10: Soak: 2,3,4,7,
William Halloran [11/27]: And the giant
goes down and unconscious before he can choke-slam him.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: Bruce looks
down at him, then throws his hands in the air, the crowds that came in with him
go wild and he grins "I feel like Rocky and hogan." He steps back from Willaim
looking to this woman "You may want to check him over I heard something snap."
William Halloran [11/27]: ((The woman is
Dolores, Judas. Ain't gonna NPC her. :P))
Charles Avanguard : He gives a slight nod and as the
others start to go wild as it were he stands and starts heading out of the
arena.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: ((Ah I thought
it was someone extra from yer Team lol, my bad!))
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He looks
around "That it, wheres your partner." He shake of the head as he goes to unmask
William, at least make sure he is breathing easy.
William Halloran [11/27]: He's breathing
okay, yeah. Out cold, but stable, at least.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He climbs
on the ropes and holds his hands up for the few people there, then grins and
shouts out "HEY, IS THERE A FUCKIN DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE I THINK I BROKE HIM!"
William Halloran [11/27]: No reaction from
the man...unconscious people don't do such things.
Charles Avanguard : Charles looks back from the door, a
hint of a sadistic grin for a moment before he steps out into the night again.
Smithy: *paging Dr. Smithy on line 2...
naaaaaaaw. she's in off the street, hoping to see another gladiator match.. not
to mention the asshole giant had her mini-blowtorch still, and she was having to
haul the meduim sized one around everywhere.. the mad barebreasted loon tromps
in past Charles*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He leaps from
the ring waiting for his crowd to gather, he didn't last long at this is going
to be shit footage he thinks, hell he had fun though as he walks out leaving
poor William in the ring mask on his chest.
Charles Avanguard: A slightly bewildered glance at her and
he stops holding the door open for her looking back in. ok that perked his
interest.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: Or starts
anyway as he sees Smithy enter. "Dispurse" He says to them quite loudly and all
of them bolt, as Spitfire cracks his head "Well...well if it isn't Lara Croft."
William Halloran [11/27]: ((Killing nick,
so I don't time out. Ping me and lemme know if someone does something to get a
health level healed. *Hugs all*))
Smithy: *A glance back and a wraggle of eyebrows to Charlse, she bursts into a Manic minigun laugh before turning around...and she does a double look at Bruce, eyes narrowing. didn't have some snakey bitch with him this time....* Well well.. if it isn't a Billy Idol bot. *she croaks back, looking around*
Charles Avanguard: A glance to bruce that says 'you
know her?' a look somewhere between annoyance and indifference. ((kk, cya rav))
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He grins "I
have it on good authority you have fuck all going on with us, time to pay the
fare bitch unless you give me a good reason not to, Gunther is a dumb piece of
shit to have got you invovled" He marches towards her
Smithy: *she snorts, heading for one of
the seats and pulling out her lappy* Get joor own gil N00b. *she looks to the
ring, white eyes widening* joo Frag the Hill Giant? Shitty.. LOL..
Charles Avanguard: He closes the door so that the passing
street isn't aware of this, stepping back in. putting both hands over his cane
he watches the two. ((clarification, dolores is still there, 6 people are there
or gone gone?))
William Halloran [11/27]: ((We'll assume
everyone's gone...or Dolores, at least.))
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He grins,
she was mental, he always had a spot for mental chicks "Keep you wired mouth
shut, or I'll urn your one's to a fucking zero's, crash your system and give you
the blue screen." He grins turning to walk out, yes he does know computers, who
do you think does his server stuff, him.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: ((6 people
gone))
Smithy: *she laughs and shakes her head*
Whatev's bot. WTF joo do to the Hill Giant? *she starts typing in the
dented up lappy*
Charles Avanguard: Charles opens the door again and steps
out, whatever it is bruce seems to be avoiding it which makes a nice change. he
starts heading for his car. strange woman. a shake of his head.
Smithy:
d10: arete : 8,9,6,
Smithy: (can roll awareness should you
have it)
Smithy: *the Vr Monocle is flicked over
her eye, descending from somewhere in her hair, she makes a whirring noise as
white eyes scan William*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He catches up
to Charles "Ride home?"
Charles Avanguard: "Sure." he says unlocking the car and
motinoning for bruce to get it.
Smithy: Enh.. *she climbs into the
ring* joor out for awhile . *she cops a squat near his head and makes 1st to
loot his corpse, in true pk'er style*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: ((And Bruce
and Charles drive into the moonlight? lol))
Charles Avanguard: once bruce is in he drives off
Charles Avanguard: ((depends, was there a moon 11/27?,
anyways either way gone.))
William Halloran [11/27]: Not even a grunt
from the man, who just lies there, motionless.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: ((Well Rav
short sweet won't be much of a write up at least lol))
Smithy: *bah, no pockets. lame. she brings
a gear out of her hair to chew on. well. would he fit down the rabbit hole?
maybe. how to mooove him.. she hauls off his mask of his chest and looks at it.
puts it on.. stands up.. urg.. nope.. noo incresed stats..no magic powers.. she
tosses it back on him. now what?*
Smithy: *a shake of the big man.
irritated. wonder if she could..*she sits back with a clank on the matt and
types something into her computer, looking occasionally to the mountain of
unconscious man*
Smithy:
d10: arete: 5,8,2,
Smithy: *more typing , a yawn as she
breifly considers what she's going to do with a gaint. but finders keepers was
the rule of the game. and she found him*
Smithy:
d10: arete: 8,8,3,
William Halloran [11/27]: Nothing from
the man, as Smithy works. He's certainly not moving.
Smithy: *a little more coding and she hits
enter, grinning*
Smithy:
d10: arete: 7,6,4,
William Halloran [11/27]:
d10: Paradox: 9,
Smithy: *and as William pixellates and
disappears, smithy doubles in two and spits up some blood onto the mat with a
grunt* WTF motherfucker.. *ugh. corrupted code. she breathes out and lsides
through the ropes, nabbing her lappyon the downsing. now, to the bunny hole!*
William Halloran [11/27]: And he's all
sortsa gone.
BUNNY HOLE
Smithy (Bunnyhole): *The place smells
like metal and grease.. and blood. Smithy'd signature scent apparentltly, as she
sits by a machine thats spinning a tube, sparks flying as she hones the barrel
of a small gun, her feet propped up beside it, lappy draped over her chest.
looks like she's asleep*
William Halloran [11/28]: He stirs finally,
with a pained groan. A hand comes up to rest tentatively on his jaw, which draws
a hiss of pain. "Muthafuck..." he slurs a little, still drowsy.
Smithy (Bunnyhole): *a snort, her head
jerks up as there's noise in the bunny hole, gun appearing in her hand out of
nowhere, she's pointing it towards the entrance.. then wild white eyes focus. oh
yeah. hill giant. she does a doubletake at the sparking barrel and pulls the
plug on the minihoner. she croaks* Joo regain Hp?
William Halloran [11/28]: "What?" He seems
confused, definitely disoriented, and he sits up with a grunt of pain. His eyes
open, and he looks around...eyes widening, then narrowing to slits. "The
fuck...?"
Smithy (Bunnyhole): joo got joor ass
gibbed by a vampire. *she states, reminding him. she rises from her chair,
typing away on her lappy, a glance over her shoulder at him, and a scratch of a
bare breast. she's in "smithy-casual" at the moment. which means gun in hand,
bandages, boots, and underwear. The bunnyhole is unseasonable warm with all the
equipment.*
William Halloran [11/28]: "I got what by a
what?" He looks around the place, scooting back a bit...wary. "The fuck am I?"
Smithy (Bunnyhole): joor in the bunny
hole. *she nods, matter of fact, putting her gun down beside the lappy and
turning to lean on the table, arms crossed as she looks at him. a stretch of her
back and a metallic twang* under ground. WTF's joor problem? joor a hill
giant. Joor in teh Hills.
William Halloran [11/28]: "The bunny hole?
The hills?" He frowns, confusion obvious on his bruised, runined face. It might
be the massive beating he took...then again, maybe not. "Ya ain't making any
sense.
Smithy (Bunnyhole): *she rolls her eyes.
sooomeone wasn't listening* Whatevs. *she Tosses his mask int his lap before
Plopping her ass on the floor with a jiggle of silicone and a clank of gears.
she scratches the back of her neck*.. So. How joo get ganked by the deadite?
William Halloran [11/28]: "Deadite?" He
frowns. "You mean Spitfire? Fucker's stronger then he looks, I guess."
Smithy (Bunnyhole): *she snorts* Easy
to be strong when joor dead. Fucking bots. *she shakes her head and looks up at
him* So how joo get ganked?
William Halloran [11/28]: "Was settin' up
for a fight. Fucker pushed me into it." He snorts a little bit and looks around.
"What are youtalkin' about, dead?"
Smithy (Bunnyhole): Dead.. *she shakes her
head* cocky fucking N00b. Vampires in this level are broken and lame. Joo can't
use slappers on them. Silver, fire. garlic. stakes, haxxing. that sort of shit
works I figure. well. Haxing I know works. *she laughs that minigun laugh and
regards him with weird white eyes. why smithy.. were you playing with the npc's?
You'd go crazy... she frowns a moment before stretching out on the dirty plywood
serving as a floor*
William Halloran [11/28]: "Tha fuck you
talkin' about, vampires?" He struggles his way to his feet, weaving a little and
almost falling as he does so. He takes a lean against the wall, for stablity,
and watches Smithy warily. "Yer fuckin' nuts."
Smithy (Bunnyhole): Getting there. *she
admits, chewing on something, looking disturbed*
William Halloran [11/28]: He regards her a
moment, and then shakes his head. "What time's it?"
Smithy (Bunnyhole): Dunno. *she glances at
the clock on her lappy, then spouts back the time. eyes narrowed, she gets up
and looks at the big man, jaw taut*
William Halloran [11/28]: His eyes widen.
"Ah, shit..." He looks around for the door...until his eyes pass up to the
ceiling. "Am I...underground?" He says it with an almost curious interest,
casual despite his complete confusion.
Smithy (Bunnyhole): Bunny Hole. Did
I stutter? *she grumbles, gesturing to the thin rope ladder rolled in the
corner. A surly Smithy turns with crossed arms to survey the gears and parts on
her table.*
William Halloran [11/28]: "Where in New
York am I?" He watches the crazy woman from his lean on the wall...waiting for a
sign that he needs to start dodging shit.
Smithy (Bunnyhole): joo's in Jersey
Motherfucker.
William Halloran [11/28]: "Jersey?" He
blinks. "How the fuck'd ya get my ass to Jersey?"
Smithy (Bunnyhole): *she looks over her
shoulder, tattooed lips pulled into a scowl* Didn't carry joor n00b ass, thats
for certain. jesus. wtf .. joo think i have like.. 20 in strength? naw. *she
shakes her head and turns round, scratching at her underwear and a cock of her
thumb at the computer* I zoned joo.
William Halloran [11/28]: "The hell does
zoning mean?" He frowns, arms crossing over his chest. His eyes scan around for
something to use as a weapon, should he need to escape.
Smithy (Bunnyhole): *her eyes narrow
drasticly, as he seems to be getting edgy* pff. fuck this.. *this is what she
gets for being a good samaritain. she turns her back on him and starts typing
away* Prepare for zoning n00b...
Smithy (Bunnyhole):
d10: arete: 8,3,3,
William Halloran [11/28]: "What? Huh?" The
man is clearly quite lost. "Hold up a minute...what's zoning?" He runs a hand
through his hair, nervousness evident.
Smithy (Bunnyhole): zoning.. *she
stops, deleting the shoddy code and frowning at him.* Moving from one game
vector to the other. I moved you from the Gladiator Arena to BunnyHole. Joo
know. fuck that shit. you can walk. *she nods, highly irritated as she glares up
at the giant with those mad white eyes* Fuck. No one wakes up.
William Halloran [11/28]: "Wake up?" He
blinks. "Whatcha talkin' bout? M'awake." He moves to walk, and his legs nearly
give out...clearly too weak to move well under his own power, still. He slumps
back against the wall. Dammit, time for diplomacy, his weakest suit. "Look...I
appreciate ya not just leavin' me there at that dumb punk fucker's mercy. You
just ain't makin' no sense to me right now, y'know?"
Smithy (Bunnyhole): *She still looks
highly sulky, and about as stable as rattled nitro, but she steps away from the
computer and jerks her hand for him to lie back down, a gesture that could
either mean lie down or get stuffed, from the attitude going with it. she hauls
up a chunk of plywood and digs beneath it. the rustling of plastic*
William Halloran [11/28]: He makes a slow
slide down the wall, wincing the entire way down, and then pretty much crawls
his way to the mattress. He eases onto it, arm cradling his ribs from where
Spitfire slammed him, and lies on his back, head tilted to watch the strange
woman.
Smithy (Bunnyhole): *she hauls out a bag,
a little dirty covered, but then.. she lived in a hole in the ground. McDonalds,
greasiest Non-food ever, and a staple of a Mad Gunsmith's diet. she stalks over
and sits with them in her lap. Gun greased hands begin piling them near him*
Smithy (Bunnyhole): *cheeseburgers, in
their delightful yellow wrapping, begin to form a small pile near the giant.
anything with a red sticker is kept for herself*
William Halloran [11/28]: He looks at the
food and then back to Smithy. A brief nod, grateful, before he reaches out and
takes one of the cheeseburgers. "Thanks." He unwraps the thing and starts to
eat.
Smithy (Bunnyhole): *she scowls at him.
looks like there's 20 cheeseburgers in total. 15 for him, 5 for smithy. she
hauls out some fries and makes with squirting ketchup onto everything.. in vast
disgusting amounts*
William Halloran [11/28]: The mass
ketchuping gets an eyebrow, but he ignores it. She's the host, and more
importantly, she's the insany host that helped him and can shoot him lots. He's
not gonna argue her taste in condiment levels. "So, how'd you find this place,
anyway?"
Smithy (Bunnyhole): Did A Bi-lateral
Area scan of Sector C8. This came up as an minor Data Input point, so I moved
in. *she nods and crams some fries into her mouth, before adding them to her
burgers and making quick work of everything... she says between chews and
swallows* I'd be up top but the fucking bots kept interrupting.
William Halloran [11/28]: "Oh." He nods
slowly, playing along. "Uh...makes sense, I guess." He goes back to eating...the
man is no slow eater himself. When you're that big, you can't afford to, and the
food is quickly gone.
Smithy (bunnyhole): (brb> phone call)
William Halloran [11/28]: ((NP))
Smithy (bunnyhole): (back!)
William Halloran [11/28]: ((Yay!))
Smithy (bunnyhole): *her eyes roll up to
him, then back down to her food as the gun dealer continues to sulk, finishing
off her fries and wiping some muster across the waist band of her underwear. a
scratch at a tattooed breast before she lies out, half on the matress, half on
the dirty plywood*
William Halloran [11/28]: "I'll pay ya back
for all o' that," he says, finishing up. "Thanks again."
Smithy (bunnyhole): Whatevs. we're good.
*she snorts, curling onto her side with a crunch of metal against the plywood.
she moves to the side, leaving a pale smear of blood, her bandages catching with
a wet rip. she scowls and gets up. fuck this. she needed another matress. she
moves to the computer, bandages unravvelling unpleasantly from her side*
William Halloran [11/28]: He notes the
blood with a frown. "Yer hurt. What happened?"
Smithy (bunnyhole): Perma Gib. Game
Glitch. *she mutters sourrly, some of the rancor wearing off. why was she pissed
off at an npc in the 1st place? she cracks her neck with a twang, picking her
underwear off her bum and tucking her bandage into itself. is there a tattoo on
her ass cheek? its almost distinguishable though the fabric. she types in some
code, back turned on the fallen giant*
Smithy (bunnyhole):
d10: arete: 10,2,6,
William Halloran [11/28]: He looks away as
she pulls her underwear off...the toplessness is more then enough for him. His
eyes cast to the floor. "Umm...anythin' I can do?"
Smithy (bunnyhole): you still hungry? *she
shakes her head, typing away, standing half crooked as she bleeds from her side*
Smithy (bunnyhole):
d10: arete: 3,5,1,
William Halloran [11/28]: "Naah, I'm cool.
Thanks." Not looking up.
William Halloran [11/28]:
d10: Paradox: 9,7,9,9,5,2,7,
Smithy (bunnyhole):
d10: soak: 5,9,
Smithy (bunnyhole): whoa whoa wait! Wtf.
I'll Illegal string you motherfuck-gglll.. *blood... electic shock.. and..
THUMP-jiggle jiggle. she's out cold*
William Halloran [11/28]: And he blinks as
she falls down, and the mattress pretty much explodes on him, jumping and then
wincing. "Muthafuck! What the..."
Smithy (bunnyhole): *oh good. now she's
covered in dirty foam too. apparently only one of them can be conscious for any
amount of time*
William Halloran [11/28]: He stares,
absolutely stunned...he has NO idea what just happened. After a couple moments,
he moves to Smithy, rolling her over onto her back and checking her vitals.
She's alive...he grunts, and drags her away from the mattress, like he's scared
of the thing.
Smithy (bunnyhole): *she's easy to pull,
heaviest things about her those boobs and the boots. she bleeds from her side,
eyes moving behind tattooed eyelids*
William Halloran [11/28]: "Fuck. Fuck..."
Had to be some kind of weird bomb or something in the mattress. He leans over
her, checking at the wound, before he pats her cheek a little. "Hey, wake up. Ya
wtih me?"
Smithy (bunnyhole): enf.. *she jerks her
head this way and that, to get away from his hand, a half formed sneer as she
opens her eyes and blinks with a click. *.. fuuuuck.. *she groans, hand flopping
limply to her chest. a deep breath is met by a hiss*
William Halloran [11/28]: He sighs a
little, relieved that she's conscious at least. "Look...ya need help. You know
where I can getcha some badnages? Yer fucked up."
Smithy (bunnyhole): fuck bandages..*a
groan as she sreuggles to sit and gives up, collapsing in the man's lap again*
get me my lapp-*she blinks, eyes taking in the giant above her*.. whats with the
fuzz?
William Halloran [11/28]: "The fuzz? You
mean the mattress?" He frowns a little. "I think your mattress...bomb went off."
Smithy (bunnyhole): * high electronic sort
of squeal. * aaaaaeeeg! now I don't have any mattress. Anti-mattress
programming? WTF! *she huffs and continues to lie on the man, blood from her
side staininghis pants*
William Halloran [11/28]: "I'll help ya
find a new mattress...a better one." He shifts, a little uncomfortably, at the
half-naked woman on his lap. "Now, the bandages."
Smithy (bunnyhole): *a huff. fine. she
wasn't too keen on touching the lappy now that it had gone all evil anyway, she
gestures to her coat, leaning to reach for it, nope. arms not quite long enough,
her back stretches and twangs, and she winces, curling back up* in my outerskin.
top pocket.
William Halloran [11/28]: He reaches over
with ease, picking up the coat and draging it along. His hand dips inside,
searching for the bandages.
Smithy (bunnyhole): *bullets, gears,
wires, screws, something black and chared, dinner mint, ketchup packet,
underwear.. ah.. bandages. she rubs her jaw with a groan and snickers* Here I
was helping you hp up.. *she snorts and lays back on him*
William Halloran [11/28]: "Yeah, reversal
of fortunes, huh?" he pulls out the bandages and starts applying them to the
woman's wound. For a big, brutal-looking guy, he's good with the triage, and he
applies the bandages quickly, with skill and efficiency. Might be a little
better if he wasn't half-looking away from her breasts and underwear, but what
can you do?
Smithy (bunnyhole): *she makes an effort
at helping, then sighs and rests her hands on her stomach. Mcdonalds. a groan as
she moves to sit on him, muttering* Listen. joo pull a gunther, Smithy Frags joo.
*apparently thats thanks. her head lolls to the side as she breaths in deeply*
William Halloran [11/28]: "Pull a Gunther?"
He frowns. "What's that mean? What'd he do?"
Smithy (bunnyhole): *she snorts* I ghosted
the motherfucker, So he totally raped my ass. *shakes her head, frowning
severely* Fucking N00b. *whether she's talking about gunther or herself its hard
to tell, gunsmith scowling, she raises white eyes up to him* Joo try to gank me,
I'll gib you hardcore.
William Halloran [11/28]: He seems to
assume that's all some kind of talk like the rest of her wierd code. "I ain't
gonna try nothin', don't worry." He sighs. "Guess we're both fucked up, ain't
we?"
Smithy (bunnyhole): Affirmitive bigger
Vatti. *she smirks up to him*
William Halloran [11/28]: "Bigger Vatti?"
He frowns at that. "The fuck's a vatti?"
Smithy (bunnyhole): *she snorts* I figure
if Gunther's going to be big vatti, joor huge ass sure as hell must be bigger
Vatti. *a squirm and a wince, the odd metal in her side twanging as she grunts*
Fuckit. I'm logging out. *she makes to get comfortable on the big man's lap, a
scratch to her breats as she sprawls out in the best position for her side*
William Halloran [11/28]: "Umm...okay." He
looks around, sighing. Not much he can do about it. He makes himself as
comfortable as possible, leaning against the wall.
Smithy (bunnyhole): joo gotta problem,
climb out. *she mutters, draped over his legs as she shuts circuited eyes*
William Halloran [11/28]: Yeah, like he
can. He sighs and leans back against the wall, closing his eyes as well. Least
he's safe here. He lets himself fall back, resting...drifting off to sleep. A
hand actually comes around Smithy's waist, almost protectively, as sleep takes
him. She saved him, and in his subconscious, he'll protect her.
Smithy (bunnyhole): *Something was
touching her.. eyes flick open , her hand groping for a gun and finding a knee..
a large knee.. oh yeah.. she looks to the hand round her waist. oh. ok. a
crooked grin and she logs back out*