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i got a nail in my head and i know that i'm gone; incomplete
When; January 3rd, evening
Rating; PG-13 because Badou is a POTTYMOUTH. For shame.
Characters; Lucy Saxon![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
inbetrayal & Badou Nails arr_ilovemecigs
Summary;Gun maintenance and discussion. (the mun is just FAIL AT SUMMARIES okay? okay.) KILLING SHIT IN THE UNDERGROUND.
Log;
[ You probably could call it maschoism, really. But Lucy would rather tell herself that it was simply a matter of keeping her appointments straight; you don't decide to do something and then simply leave it-- delaying it is acceptable, providing it is not forgotten entirely. Or maybe you could just say it's a matter of getting over herself.
Whatever the case, it's entirely too late to back out now. And so she'll wait instead. ]
Rating; PG-13 because Badou is a POTTYMOUTH. For shame.
Characters; Lucy Saxon
inbetrayal & Badou Nails arr_ilovemecigsSummary;
Log;
[ You probably could call it maschoism, really. But Lucy would rather tell herself that it was simply a matter of keeping her appointments straight; you don't decide to do something and then simply leave it
Whatever the case, it's entirely too late to back out now. And so she'll wait instead. ]
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I feel entirely ridiculous, dressed like this.
[ it's almost muttered, a quiet complaint to herself. but badou can probably hear it. ]
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What's wrong with wearing casual?
[starts going down the steps and out into the streets of the City, his jacket tail swaying behind him. starts up another smoke while he's at it, killing the other one under the heel of his boot.]
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I could describe it as "trashy".
[ oooooooooh, look, it's some commoner lingo right there. daring. she follows him out, walking a little fast to keep up (she's um. really not that tall, and neither are these heels on the boots. like two inches tops.)]
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Right, okay.
[making his way downtown, taking all the necessary steps and turns to slip underground. he's already got it planned out, their destination being the abandoned warehouse he's gone in once or twice with haine. hopefully lucy wasn't too afraid of the dark.]
Watch your step, wouldn't want to break your heels now.
[kicks open a narrow staircase that leads down under. better prepare yourself, pretty lady.]
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even if she's worn worse herself. but in private. she just thinks it's kind of classless. aaaand following him down... ]It's not as if they're not sturdy. They're hardly stilettos.
[ sole voice of dissent! but she does watch her step. and pulls out the gun now, taking one of the clips from her jacket and pausing for a second before slamming it in and cocking the gun. wasn't that hard, really. ]
Isn't it rather difficult doing this with only one eye?
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You just worry about yourself.
[walks ahead in the dark tunnel, shooing away rodents and other pesky animals with the tip of his shoes.]
Scatter, you little shits.
[looks ahead to check how far off they are. it's not too bad, just five minutes more probably and they'd reach their destination.]
You ever been down here?
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Once or twice, yes.
[ but not with the sole intention of killing things, surprising as that may be. ]
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Ever played Silent Hill? Or House of the Dead?
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[ pause, looks at him, expression very carefully neutral. ]
But you could say I have experience.
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[approaches the warehouse door, rips off the strip on the pair of Mac-10 machine guns and loads them up.]
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[ holds up the gun, ready to fire. ]
People.
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Figures.
I'll cover you, I want to see what you can do.
[kicks open the door and waits for her to step in. ladies first, huh? WHO SAID CHIVALRY IS DEAAAAD]
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[ steps the hell in and oh holy shit that's a lot of monsters. and just... starts firing at them. she's not an amazing shot, but she can keep the gun from snapping back on the recoil and she's not openly panicking. until one of the things pounces right for her. yeah, she looks a little freaked now. ]
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Whoops.
[he kicks the thing before pounding a few rounds in it, digging into his pocket to toss her another pistol.]
Think you can handle two?
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I don't know.
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Take it, you're going to need it.
[demolishes a pack of frothing mutated dogs behind her and lights another smoke. it feels good to release his pent up frustrations like this, and he gives her another side glance.]
Best training there is comes from experience. Just give it a shot.
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--her aim definitely deteriorates once she's using two guns as opposed to one, and she's obviously having a harder time handling the recoil, as well as not really getting close enough to fix the aim problem.but she's smiling. killing shit makes for a great high, don't you know. ]
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We've only just started, don't tell me you're getting tired.
[gives her a pointed look before shooting another two frothing monsters at the each side of him, nailing a few rounds of bullets through their heads with his machine guns.]
HAPPY ALMOST NEW YEAR BB :>
--exactly--[ but then one of the monsters that escaped the gunfire pounces at her, and she falls back with a cry
--bitten off quickly enough, but still audible--as she... kind of lands on herassback. it's kind of undignified, really. and maybe she's freaking the hell out, but she's quick enough to pull up one of the pistols, letting a couple of shots go in its face; it dispatches it quickly enough. she shoves the corpse off her, stumbling to her feet. ]Well, that was exciting
--[ and back to the fray she goes, a cut from the monster high on a cheekbone and the blood starting to run down her face. she doesn't seem to notice. ]
IT IS FOR ME! 8D HAPPY ALMOST NEW YEARS FOR U BB.
This is only the small fry, let's move up another floor. Less monsters, but bigger size. Easier for aim, anyways.
[it's only then that he notices the small wound on her cheek. doesn't look too bad but he throws down a roll of bandages from his jacket pocket.]
Catch.
I HAVE TWO MORE HOURS LEFT TO GO OHOHO BUT TY
Fine, then.
[ and then she starts after him, pausing when she reaches the stairway to catch the bandages. she holds one to her cheek as she runs up the stairs, and when she reaches the railing where he is she she stops, finishes applying it, and puzzles over the mechanism of the bullet clips for a moment before figuring it out and reloading. ]
Are they much harder to kill?
[ it's more a question born of curiosity than complaint, actually. ]
it's 2:13 over here, late by two hours. 8)
Shit yes they are. But they're fucking slow, so unless you're sitting there like a retard getting ready to get assraped, you should be good.
[with that much said he makes his way up the stairs, two steps at a time, long legs covering enough distance for the both of them.]
your timezones bring me great confusion.
How lucky for us.
[ runs the hell after him! and SLOW DOWN YOU BITCH, do you really want to have her too tired to do a damn thing by the time you get there. ]
us thilly new yorkers.
Sometimes I forget how short you are.
[slows down and reaches the second floor, waiting for her to arrive before gazing over the deserted area.]
what is wrong with you all.
[ HISSSSSSSSS. and catches up with him finally, staring at the distinct lack of monsters. ]
Are we to fight the air, then?
[ sarcasm get! ]
i'm clearly the one at fault here.
yes, yes you are. OFF WITH YOUR HEAD.
BUT I RATHER LIKE IT ON MY SHOULDERS.
TOO BAD. YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO CHOOSE.
ohhh soviet russia.
i can see it from my house.
oooh you just pulled a palin didn't you sweet child.
yes i did. sob. i feel dirty now. ALSO i finished what is up of dogs.
EEEEEEEE WHAT DO YOU THINK? DID YOU ENJOY.
IT WAS CONFUSING. BUT GOOD. AND NOW I REALLY WANT TO MAKE SOME DAMN ICONS.
DO IT! 8)
/SCREAMS
NO MEANS YES.
THAT'S WHAT THEY ALL SAY.
BECAUSE IT'S TRUE!
LIES.
OF COURSE YOU'D OBJECT.
I YAM WHO I YAM.
I'LL YAM YOU UP.
.....THAT SOUNDS KIND OF DIRTY, LYNN.